Chapter 69
Although he did not toss and turn and have difficulty falling asleep, after being shocked by the true face of the national team as described by Lampard, Endrit looked a little listless when he woke up the next day, with his golden hair drooping on his head, like a sunflower that had lost the sunlight.
"Are you still sleepy or do you have a cold?"
After Endrit opened the door and got in, Mourinho noticed that Endrit was not in good condition. "We have a game today, you can't be in this condition."
On November 3rd, Chelsea will travel to DW Stadium to challenge Wigan Athletic.
This was the 12th round of the Premier League, and it was an away game, and it was also a strange stadium. Mourinho thought for a moment and said, "If you really don't have the energy, why don't you just not play today?"
Endrit looked up blankly, with a gleam of "wisdom" in his eyes.
Mourinho choked, "Were you listening to me just now?"
Endrit pursed his lips and silently called out to his golden finger in his heart, 'System, what did the coach just say? '
System 33 began to repeat what Mourinho had said earlier.
Endritt repeated the 1:1 and then expressed his thoughts, "No need for coach, I'm just, um... a little worried."
Mourinho raised his eyebrows slightly, "What do you mean?"
"I agreed to join the national team, but the situation doesn't seem good now. If I lose the game after joining the national team, and we still fail to qualify for the European Cup final, then..."
"Then McClaren should be fired," Mourinho breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped on the accelerator. Fortunately, this kid was not dwelling on something even stranger. "How many players does the England national team have that other clubs dream of? Beckham, Lampard, Gerrard, Crouch. Any one of these players can stand out on their own, but McClaren lost game after game with these players."
"Now, he has called you up to the national team. If you lose again," Mourinho sneered, "believe me, he will never be able to find any job related to football in the future."
"And—me?"
"What does it have to do with you? Even Beckham couldn't save the national team. What do you, a little goalkeeper, know about football?"
Endrit covered his mouth to prevent himself from laughing too loudly, but his eyes were already full of little stars, "Yes, yes, I am just a little goalkeeper, what do I know about football~"
Endrit was in a good mood. He looked radiant after arriving at Chelsea with coach Mourinho. He was even more in high spirits after arriving at the DW Stadium with the team. He kept performing tricks during the warm-up, which attracted exclamations from the fans in the stands.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the game officially began with a whistle from referee Bennett.
After the opening, the enthusiastic and energetic Endrit soon found that he was useless in this game. The players of Wigan Athletic found it difficult to break through Chelsea's mediocre defense.
In the 11th minute of the game, Lampard received a pass from his wing midfielder teammate Wright-Phillips in the middle and scored in the penalty area.
In the 18th minute, Wright-Phillips assisted his teammate Belletti to score with a lob shot.
Less than twenty minutes into the game, Chelsea was leading by two goals, 0:2. Endrit came to a rough conclusion: Wigan Athletic's defense was not very good.
Are Chelsea going to repeat the “Manchester City tragedy” that happened not long ago at the DW Stadium in this game?
More than twenty minutes later, Endrit silently overturned his previous idea.
On the way to the locker room during the half-time break, Endrit couldn't help but glance at coach Mourinho several times: I really don't know if the coach will sometimes regret that he developed the defensive formation of parking the bus, which is very tormenting for the opposing team.
"What are you looking at me for?"
Mourinho raised his hand and grabbed Endrit's neck and pressed it down, "What, are you bored because you can't save the ball on the court?"
Endrit lowered his head even lower and successfully escaped the clutches of coach Mourinho. "It's not boring."
Mourinho said "oh" and didn't say anything else.
However, after the game ended with the final score fixed at 0:2 and the team returned to Chelsea on the bus, Mourinho called Endrit to his office for a talk.
"Do you know how many strikers there are in England who are famous and make headlines every year?" Mourinho gestured with his arms open. "It's hard to count. In fact, they can become famous all over England in an instant just by scoring a goal in a game."
"But if an ordinary goalkeeper wants to get the reputation he deserves, he often needs to use a whole season, or perhaps more seasons of saves to prove his strength."
"You will encounter many teams like Wigan Athletic today in the league. When they find that they can't play defensive counterattacks against strong teams, they will choose to give up the game and save their strength and energy to face teams that are similar to or worse than them to win the game and earn more points to ensure the final ranking."
"You will encounter many games like this in your life, where you can't even make two decent saves in the whole game. But the opponent not shooting does not mean that you don't need to care about the situation on the field. On the contrary, you have to pay more attention to such games. Otherwise, any distraction on the field may give the opponent a chance to score."
Endrit raised his head and chest, patted his chest vigorously with his hand, "I understand, coach!"
"Coach, don't worry. I am a man who can endure loneliness very well!"
In his previous life, he lay in bed for so long, and few people could talk to him. He couldn't even look at his phone for more than a few minutes. Didn't he also lie in bed for a long time?
What's more, for him, as long as he stands on the court and lets every inch of his skin feel the breathing of the entire court, he will not feel lonely. Only excitement and gratitude will remain in his heart.
'But coming back to the system, can't I enter into a romantic relationship with our super cute, super nice stadium? '
System 33 remained silent, using silence to express his attitude.
Endrit didn't care. Holding a handful of candies given to him by coach Mourinho, he walked towards the locker room without stopping. There was still a question in his mind: Recently, the coach's attitude towards him seemed to be better than before!
…
In the office
Mourinho took out a newspaper from his desk drawer, read it again and again, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"Coach Mourinho is the second hero in my life. Without the coach, I might not know how to play football and how to better balance the relationship between football and life."
"I know that a famous coach like me may not care, but I still want to say: 'Coach, wherever you are, I will be there, and I will always be your most loyal player.'"]
After carefully folding the newspaper and putting it in the drawer, Mourinho took another newspaper from the desk to read.
[Marvel producer Jamil was interviewed: We solemnly invite Mr. Endrit, the Iron Man of the football world, to participate in the movie "Iron Man" which will be released next year. 】
[Robert Downey Jr. was interviewed by reporters: I am very happy to have such an "Iron Man" fan, and I am also very happy to be able to play the hero in his mind. 】
Mourinho sneered and let go of the newspaper, letting it fall to the ground naturally: The hero in your mind? Haha, this movie really makes me proud. Mourinho is the most important hero in Endrit's life, okay?
Mourinho bent down to pick up the newspaper, hesitated for a moment, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the wastebasket.
In the locker room
Endrit generously shared the handful of candy Mourinho gave him with his teammates, "This is from the coach. If you don't want to eat it, you can take it back to your family. Share in the good fortune. Maybe you can become as good as the coach in the future. Uh, almost as good a coach."
Lampard casually opened a candy and threw it into his mouth, then said with a smile, "You are willing to share the candy the coach gave you with us today?"
"What do you mean you're not willing to give it up until today?" Endrit pushed Lampard unhappily. "I wanted to share it with you before, but the coach only gave me one. Do I have to bite it in half and divide it into a dozen pieces for you to eat my saliva candy?"
"We won't eat your saliva!" Makelele laughed, "Save your saliva for your girlfriend to eat!"
Endrit hurriedly shook his head, "No, it's best to use professional cleaning water to maintain the football, not saliva."
Sheva exclaimed, "What are you talking about? We are talking about your girlfriend, why are you talking about football?"
"What are you talking about!" Endrit glanced at Sheva, stood up straight and announced a fact, "Everyone, my girlfriend is football!"
Lampard chuckled. "You have too many girlfriends, don't you? Can you handle them all?"
Endrit slowly shook his head and sighed, "There's nothing I can do about it. There are so many footballs in the world, and I really don't have the time and energy to take care of every one of them."
"Alas," Endrit turned around and sat on the stool, "I'm still not working hard enough, not good enough, not good enough."
"Hahahahahaha Harriet you're going to make me die of laughter!"
Drogba suppressed his smile and put his hand on Endrit's shoulder. "A man can't say no, Ritter. You need to practice more."
Endrit snorted and said nothing more, thinking to himself, this is a relationship certified by the system. There is no relationship in the world more real than the one between me and football, okay?
[Host, this is something you wanted to bind, the system doesn't have...]
'Oh my God, if you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten that football and I are in a free love relationship. '
[It is you, the host, who unilaterally binds yourself to the romantic relationship with football...]
'Oh, I see. Forced love, right? Then I think there should be an achievement here? Who is the person with the most forced love objects at the moment? '
[Host, this system does not have any achievements in this area. 】
'Your binding relationships are all compulsory, but there is no achievement of compulsory love? Good man, your system is really good at covering up the truth. '
Endrit was exchanging words with the system in his mind when Lampard came over and asked, "What time should I pick you up tomorrow morning?"
Endrit was startled, and the smile on his face froze. "Ah, we're going tomorrow, tomorrow morning? Isn't it too early? I saw in the notice that there is time for training on the weekend..."
"Don't we have a game tomorrow?" Lampard shrugged. "The game against Croatia is about to start. He has to take advantage of the weekend to call us over for a good training. For those of us who don't have a game tomorrow, if you don't go, you can expect your phone to explode with calls."
"By the way, Wright," Lampard turned his head and looked at Wright-Phillips, "Are you going this week too?"
Wright Phillips nodded. "Together?"
Lampard made an OK gesture and said, "Then let's meet at the entrance of St. George's Park training base?"
Wright-Phillips hummed softly, and John Terry, who was plagued by injuries and missed this year's European Cup, sat aside and sighed.
"Unfortunately, I can't go with you to play against Croatia."
Endrit blinked, and after making sure that John Terry was looking at him, he hummed, "Then let's try our best to get into the finals. Will you go to the European Cup with us next year?"
John Terry smiled and stretched out his fist to Endrick. Endrick pursed his lips and bumped fists with John Terry. The smile on John Terry's face instantly became brighter.
"So it's settled then?"
"What are you trying to decide?" Lampard said with a click of his tongue, glancing at John Terry. "Don't you know the national team's situation? How can we two guarantee that you will make it to the finals?"
The smile on John Terry's face suddenly froze. Endritt leaned forward and lowered his voice, "If you dare to dress up as a woman, I can guarantee it."
John Terry, who wears women's clothes, should not be able to hook up with other people's girlfriends, right?
John Terry was startled, silently hugged himself and quickly stepped back, refusing loudly, "No!"
"But we have already fist-bumped..."
"How can that count? Ritt, stop talking nonsense!"
Endrit sighed with regret, and John Terry quietly moved further away from Endrit.
Lampard quietly gave a thumbs up.
Endrit laughed and wondered if Lampard would believe him if he said he was sincere just now.
A friend's wife should not be bullied. John Terry is a good football player and can take responsibility on the field, but why...
well!
What's the matter with this faint feeling of an old father who is disappointed in his children?
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