Chapter 71
"Crouch," Crouch introduced himself as he extended his hand to Endritt, "The last time we met, you were sitting on the bench on the court."
Endrit reached out and shook Crouch's hand. "Yes, it happened to be raining that day. I remember you played in the last few minutes?"
In the third round of the Premier League this season, Chelsea went to Anfield to challenge Liverpool. Endritt did not play in the game that day, but sat in the stands as a substitute and observed his teammates. When the first half of the game was about to start, it started to drizzle. Gerrard, who played with an injury, assisted his teammate Torres to score.
In the second half, the drizzle stopped and God turned his head to look at Chelsea. Lampard shot in the penalty area and successfully equalized the score.
Crouch said with a bitter face: "Oh~ please, please don't say that, I am the face of our country now~"
Endrit immediately raised his other hand and shook Crouch, "Really? You are the face of our national team. All future games will depend on you! Without you, how can our England national team win? You are so good, you will definitely be able to score a goal in the match against Croatia, right?"
Crouch couldn't help laughing. "You imitated McLaren quite well, but you thought too much. Now you are the future savior of the national team in his eyes."
"What savior?" Endrit sighed, as if all his energy and spirit had been drained away in an instant. "He just wants to find someone to blame."
The words "pua" and "making big promises" are not popular in this era. If they were popular, everyone would know at the first time how great a master McLaren is. It would be fine if he just made pua for himself, but he even used Endrit himself to make big promises for the rest of the national team players and pua the players at the same time.
"What did he mean by that? Doesn't he mean that if we lose the game that day, it's my fault for not living up to his expectations and not guarding the goal well, and it's your fault for not being able to score a goal against Croatia?"
If he was really pua by McLaren, then when he lost the game, wouldn't he stand up and face the judgment of the media and fans, and say that the loss was all because of him - although everyone with eyes can see who has the problem, you have to admit that if you share the blame, there will be fewer people scolding McLaren.
As long as he shares the blame fast enough, the scolding will not be able to catch up with him.
Lampard opened his mouth in surprise and looked Endrit up and down as if he had just met him for the first time. "You can tell that he has bad intentions?"
"Gerald," Gerald came up at this time and extended his hand to Endrit, "Nice to meet you."
He had just been pulled over by Crouch, but he was standing aside and didn't really want to talk.
McClaren had said something similar to me at the beginning, saying that the game depends on me and the team can't do without me. Later, when he saw that he didn't perform well on the court, his expression changed completely - fortunately he did change, otherwise Gerrard would have to believe that McClaren, who always praised him, was a good coach.
He was not worried that Endrit would repeat the same mistake. After all, Lampard, who was next to Endrit, received the same treatment as him. Both of them failed to play well later, so they should have the same feeling now.
Lampard will certainly remind Endrit. But Endritt reacted so quickly, which made Gerard a little curious.
Endrit immediately shook Gerrard's hand. "Hello, I still remember your assist in the rain that day. It was so cool! After we tied the game, I was thinking that it was fortunate that you were injured and couldn't play too well, otherwise we would have lost."
Gerrard smiled shyly, "Thank you, but actually I wanted to score that goal myself."
"Damn it, it's all because of that damn injury," Endrit said angrily, "Torres wouldn't have treated you to a week's meal if he hadn't let you down for that assist!"
Crouch couldn't help laughing, put his arm around Gerrard, tilted his head and smiled: "Then when you go back, you must ask Torres to treat us to a meal. Just say it was our England goalkeeper Endrit who said so!"
"That's right," Endrit nodded seriously, "Just say it's what I said. If he doesn't invite me, then I'll go see him myself."
Crouch didn't expect Endritt to react like this, and stood there in a daze. Gerrard stared at Endrit without blinking, and Lampard couldn't help but reach out and quietly tug on Endrit's jersey.
Without pausing, Endrit pretended to put his hand into his pocket and took out a card. "Lend him some money for emergency, and then ask your chairman why you can't guarantee the basic income of our players, so that he can't even afford the money for dinner. If you Liverpool can't afford to support the players, you can rent yourselves to us Chelsea!"
Endritt chuckled, holding Crouch with one hand and Lampard with the other, "Our chairman is super rich, come to Chelsea, you will have pounds and championships!"
Crouch's eyes widened, and he lowered his head to look at Endrit holding his hand. He blinked rapidly a few times to make sure he had heard and seen correctly, then said "Ah", "What did you say?"
"I said the pound would be there, and so would the championship..."
"Previous sentence!"
"Come to our Chelsea?"
Crouch looked at Endritt's face, which had the expression "serious" on the left side and "super serious" on the right side. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Gerrard, "Did you hear? What did he just say?!"
Gerrard heard it, and he pulled his hand back from Endrit's hand very solemnly, "No, thank you for your love, but I will not leave Liverpool."
Crouch's mouth twitched, thinking, is this the point? This guy Gerrard...well, okay, he's used to it.
"That's a pity," Endrit sighed, "It's a pity that we can't play in the same club, but it would be nice to play in the national team with you~"
"I'm not doing well in the national team," Gerrard frowned subconsciously, "I can't play well, it's very annoying."
Endrit didn't know how to respond. After all, he didn't know much about this and couldn't see the deeper reasons. He could only reach out and pat Gerrard on the shoulder in a comforting manner. "Although Coach McLaren said that on purpose, there is one thing I do have to admit. I promise you that I will do my best to keep the opponent scoreless. We will win because we all have the same dream in our hearts."
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
After such a long time, losing so many games, and being blamed many times, everyone understands what kind of person the current coach is.
What training match? He just wanted to introduce his new savior: when Beckham came to the team for training for the first time, McClaren also arranged a training match. Once Beckham performed well, he would immediately blow the whistle and cheer - anyway, after going through the whole set, he was very familiar with the process.
They have been fooled once, how could they fall into the same trap a second time? In the training match just now, except for the enthusiastic Crouch and Gerrard who was pulled over by Crouch to cooperate during the last attack of Team A, the rest of the players were basically just paddling.
Lampard and others were in the midfield when Defoe scored. They would have definitely caught up with him in the official game, but just now, Lampard and others didn't chase him at all. They ran two steps and then announced that they gave up.
Whether McLaren could see it or not, they didn't know. But if he did, he would probably think that Lampard was deliberately letting the game go because he was on the same team as Endrit.
But how is that possible? Everyone just wants to end this boring farce as soon as possible.
"I suddenly remembered something," Lampard said, breaking the silence, raising his arm and putting it on Endrit's shoulder. "You haven't told me how you realized that something was wrong? The coach has been praising you all the time!"
"Yeah, I saw you blushing when he praised you, but I didn't expect you to..."
"I was red because I was angry!" Endrit retorted quickly, "Not because I was shy!"
"So how did you hear it so quickly? Lampard, did you talk to him in advance?"
"I never said that. I was just worried..."
Endrit looked up at the sky. "Why else? Of course, it's because I'm smart."
What else could it be? Of course, it’s because he himself is also proficient in PUA communication skills and works part-time as a pie-in-the-sky master!
Before Coach McLaren got close to him, he could already smell the odor on the person opposite him. Birds of a feather flock together. If McLaren had met Endrit from his previous life, he would definitely not have said a word.
"Shit! You are too narcissistic!"
Endrit smiled and dodged Crouch's outstretched hand, and everyone tacitly did not mention the silence that just happened.
When the media said that, when McLaren said that, they didn't feel the slightest bit of emotion in their hearts, and even felt like laughing: the situation has become so bad, even if they win and make it to the finals, how far can they go like this? Didn’t he still get scolded in the end?
But when Endrit said this, they couldn't help but be touched, but it was only for a moment. After all, people always believe in a truth: the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.
They are not incompetent players, but now they cannot save themselves. At this time, how can they place such expectations on others? After all... they have been disappointed before.
These words cannot be said out loud, because if they are said out loud they would seem too pretentious. This emotion cannot be easily relieved. It will always be weighed down in your heart, and then suddenly appear in your heart in the dead of night.
"I'm not going to be able to sleep again tonight," Lampard covered his face in annoyance. "Why did Ritt suddenly say something like that? Where is he?"
Lampard turned to look at Wright-Phillips, "Where's the Ritter?"
Wright-Phillips pursed his lips and said, "I'm trying to recommend Chelsea to Crouch."
"ah?"
Lampard thought that Endrit was just implicitly expressing his admiration for Crouch in this way, but he didn't expect that after the training ended today and when he left the training base to be interviewed by reporters, Endrit talked to the reporters about the advantages of Chelsea: they have money and can win championships!
"I dare not say that I am the best goalkeeper in the world, but I will definitely be the goalkeeper who supports you the most in scoring goals. You don't have to worry about anything with me in front of the goal. When you come to Chelsea, the only thing you have to do is attack and score goals!"
Lampard was stunned. On the way home with Endrit, he couldn't help but ask, "Don't you wish our team's defenders could stay in front of the goal? Why do you say that? Aren't you afraid that some defenders will believe you and come to our team just to attack?"
Endrit leaned his head against the car window, looking relaxed. "Let's trick him in first. Once he gets to Chelsea, won't he have to listen to Coach Mourinho's arrangements first?"
Lampard exclaimed, "So you were serious when you invited Crouch and Gerrard today? You were not joking?"
"Of course," Endrit looked at Lampard strangely, "You must be sincere! To be honest, Crouch has been moved by what I said. He just told me that if there is a transfer in the future, he will give priority to Chelsea!"
Lampard was silent for a moment, then silently gave a thumbs up: You are awesome!
"Also, do you know why I'm talking about leasing today?"
"Why?"
Endritt recalled that in his previous life, Beckham would be loaned to other teams to play football. "I don't think Beckham will be content to stay in Los Angeles Galaxy in the later stage of his career. He is still young and can still play."
“But he has shares…”
“So it’s a lease.”
Lampard was shocked for a second, then shed a tear of sympathy for the players in the team, "Well, don't let it slip, otherwise the substitutes in the team may cut you."
The competition is already fierce, and this kid is still trying to recruit people into the team. How can I not be angry?
"It's still unclear whether we can trick them," Endrit sighed silently, "Those famous superstars who have already become famous don't seem to be very willing to come to Chelsea. On the contrary, most of the superstars who have become famous here leave."
Lampard glared at Endrit, "What do you mean? Are you saying I'm not a superstar yet? Do you still want to get home safely?"
"I was wrong, I was wrong, I'm sorry!" Endrit slid down to his knees to apologize, holding the seat belt tightly with both hands, "Don't get excited, don't think too much!"
"Hey!" Lampard was so amused by Endrit's exaggerated behavior, "What are you thinking about!"
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