Chapter 75
The coach stayed up late at night and ran to his doorstep to cosplay as Marlon Brando?
Endrit's puzzled expression was too obvious, but Mourinho didn't care. He just took a step forward and continued, "Won't you invite me in to sit down?"
Endrit quickly made way, "Coach, come in quickly. Coach, what do you want to drink? I have mineral water and um..."
Endrit glanced up and down the refrigerator and smiled helplessly, "It's like mineral water, the brand is different, and the taste is... similar?"
"I don't drink," Mourinho waved his hand. Endri was particularly busy, raised his hand and patted the sofa next to him, "Come and sit down."
Endrit walked over almost at the same time, with question marks all over his body, "Coach, you..."
"Your biological father," Mourinho opened his mouth, feeling a little embarrassed to speak, but after thinking for a while, he finally spoke: "If he is still alive, with the media's current attention to your life experience, he is very likely to accept an interview and even pester you..."
"My biological father is Ultraman," Endrit quickly interrupted Mourinho, "of course he is no longer in this world."
Mourinho: …
Mourinho raised his hand and pressed his brow, "You know what I'm talking about, Ritter."
Endrit put his hands on his knees and straightened his back. "From the time I was born until now, I have never seen my biological father. My mother told me that I am the son of light, so I am the son of light. If my biological father can't emit light and can't grow huge, then he is not my biological father."
Mourinho looked at Endrit who was extremely serious and fell silent. "So you don't want to recognize me as your godfather because I can't emit rays?"
After Mourinho said this, it was Endrit's turn to be silent. Endrit was speechless for a long time before he finally managed to utter, "Coach, were you serious just now? I don't even know the procedure of recognizing a godfather..."
"It's okay, don't worry about it," Mourinho reached out and patted Endrit on the shoulder, "Let us adults discuss this matter."
Endrit blinked and silently picked up the phone, "So should I call Liz now?"
"It's too late now. Let's do it tomorrow."
"oh."
Endrit put down the phone obediently. Mourinho cleared his throat and spoke again, "What were you doing just now? Why do you look like you just cried?"
"I was watching a movie just now, and I came to a sad part," Endrit did not shy away from the question, and even invited Mourinho, "Coach, do you want to watch it with me?"
"What is it?"
"Lone Star Blood and Tears," Endrit replied, "It's an old movie. I watched it with Liz when I was a child."
Mourinho originally wanted to refuse, but he hesitated after hearing Endrit's next words. As soon as he hesitated, Endrit had already replayed the movie and wanted to watch it from the beginning with the coach.
This is a very artistic movie. Mourinho felt very emotional when watching it, but he didn't have any other emotions. But when he turned his head and saw Endrit curled up on the sofa and crying silently, his eyes looked around helplessly, and finally his sight stopped on the bottle of mineral water that Endrit had just taken.
or? Did he shed some fake tears?
"Coach, do you want to eat something? I suddenly remembered that I have some potato chips here that Liz bought for me last time. I can't eat them, but coach, you can. It should be nice to eat potato chips while watching a movie."
Mourinho watched Endrit stand up and run to the kitchen to bring out a bunch of things that he couldn't normally eat. He looked at the tear marks on Endrit's face and closed his eyes tiredly: What is going on? So it is difficult for him, an old man, to understand the very complicated inner world of a young man?
Mourinho was not sure, and he was a little confused, but when he saw in the newspaper the next day that KFC in England came out to say thank you very much for Endrit's liking of their products, and they were stepping up the time to develop healthy burgers that athletes could eat, he mentioned it at the pre-match press conference that day, hoping that they would not only research healthy burgers, but also some healthy drinks at the same time.
But apart from KFC officials who were very excited about this, the reporters' focus was not on this matter.
"Coach Mourinho, we noticed that you met with Endrit's father and mother in private recently. Are you discussing something?"
"Yes," Mourinho nodded directly and admitted openly, "After a while, I will officially become Ritter's godfather. He doesn't need a biological father who abandoned him when he was a child, so please don't disturb this biological father who may still be alive. Ritter has his own godfather."
The entire press conference was immediately filled with the sound of clicking, causing the coach of the Premier League team Everton nearby to couldn't help but look over here: What are they talking about? Why is it so lively? Isn't Endrit here? Is the media so excited too? What's so good about interviewing this old man Mourinho?
…
"This is the match between Chelsea and Everton in the 13th round of the Premier League."
"Today we can see that Endrit has arrived at the game. He looked good during the pre-match warm-up and seemed to have completely gotten rid of the haze he encountered when he played for Schalke 04."
"Endrit will start in this game. I wonder what kind of impact will Everton's players have on Chelsea's goal?"
Everton used a 451 formation in this game, a very typical defensive tactical formation, with goalkeeper Howard, defenders Lescott, Yobo, Valente, Hibbert, midfielders Pienaar, Carsley, Osman, Cahill and Neville, and forward Yakub.
"Surprisingly, coach Mourinho also used a 451 formation in this game, with goalkeeper Endrit, defenders Bridge, Alex, Belletti and Carvalho, midfielders Wright-Phillips, Mikel, Essien, Lampard and Cole, and striker Drogba as the 11th."
As soon as the game started, Endrit noticed the difference: the entire team was standing very far back.
Not to mention the positions of Bridge, Alex, Belletti and Carvalho, even their midfield positions were very far back, making Drogba standing alone at the front look very abrupt.
Endrit turned his head and glanced at Mourinho on the sidelines. The latter seemed to have been waiting for him to look over and gave him a very gentle smile.
“Beep, beep…”
Referee Willy blew the whistle and the game officially began.
Everton served the ball, and Drogba silently adjusted his position, getting closer to his own goal. He kept his eyes fixed on the opposing forward Yakubu, guarding against the latter launching an immediate attack after receiving the ball from his teammate.
But what surprised Drogba was that the Everton players who took the ball first after the opening actually tightened their defense line.
In the third minute of the game, the ball was finally passed from the backcourt to the frontcourt. All Everton players pressed forward. Forward Yakub ran in the front. He quickly passed the center circle and arrived at Chelsea's half. He received the pass from his own midfielder and stopped the ball for a long shot.
Endrit stared at the parabola drawn by the football in the air and jumped up to prepare to save the ball. Alex in front of him jumped high and headed the football to the left. Bridge on the left moved at high speed and caught the football that rolled outside the baseline with his foot in time.
After Bridge passed the ball to the midfield, Bridge turned his head to look at Endrit and smiled very similar to the one coach Mourinho just showed.
Endrit moved his gaze to Alex's face and found that he had the same expression.
Endrit: Ah, this game is not going to treat him like a child, right? He is not!
After three passes, the ball landed at Lampard's feet. Lampard dribbled past the opposing midfielder Cahill and passed the ball to Drogba. After receiving the ball, Drogba shot directly on the spot, but the ball was caught by the opposing goalkeeper Howard.
The Game Continues
Drogba was ready to fight for the next attacking opportunity, but this time, just like at the beginning of the game, Everton spent nearly five minutes in the backcourt before the ball reached the midfield.
This time, Everton striker Yakubu first dribbled the ball to attack Chelsea's defense, and after Carvalho came up, he passed the ball back to midfielder Cahill who was chasing on the right.
After receiving the ball, Cahill picked it up directly, then jumped and threw the ball towards the goal with his head.
Belletti and Carvalho jumped up to act as a human wall, but the header had a high arc and went straight over the two-person wall.
Cahill, who landed on the grass, raised the corner of his mouth, but before he could be happier, he saw Endritt jump up and easily catch the ball in his arms, then throw the ball to Bridge on the left.
Chelsea launched an attack from the left again. Essien broke through and received the ball and tried to shoot himself, but he used too much force when kicking the ball and it went straight out of the goal.
In the 29th minute of the game, coach Mourinho replaced Carvalho with Ben Haim.
But this substitution did not have any impact on the deadlocked game until the end of the first half, when Evra, who was eager to break through and shoot, received a yellow sapphire card.
"beep……"
After the first half of the game, everyone who returned to the locker room and coach Mourinho did not talk about the fruitless first half, but instead stared at Endrit and asked him how he felt about the first half.
"How are you feeling? Not getting any worse, is it?"
Endrit was a little helpless, "Please, don't do this to me. You always make me feel like a baby."
Everyone was silent. No one spoke. The smile on Endrit's face suddenly froze. "What do you mean? You really treat me like a baby!"
"No, no! Ritt, you're overthinking! We are not that kind of people!"
"Yes! We definitely didn't think so!"
Endrit didn't believe it at all, but he had no choice facing his teammates who were completely stubborn. He even had to try hard to control himself and keep calm, for fear that he would accidentally trigger some damn sequelae again.
However, it is possible that he had too much emotional stress from watching movies these days, so even though he was a little uneasy, he did not talk nonsense.
Endrit breathed a sigh of relief, and after waiting for ten minutes, the second half of the game began.
Compared to the calm first half, the battle in the second half was obviously more intense: of course, this refers specifically to Chelsea.
In the first half, Chelsea only had five shots. Seventeen minutes into the second half, Chelsea launched five attacks on Everton's goal, two of which were very threatening shots, but were cleared by the opposing goalkeeper and defender.
In the 63rd minute of the game, Everton made two consecutive substitutions, Anichebe replaced Neville and McFadden replaced Yakubu.
In the 70th minute of the game, Belletti received a yellow card.
In the 71st minute, Mourinho also made a substitution, with Kalu coming on to replace Wright-Phillips.
In the 75th minute of the game, Essien, who was eager to open the scoring, was given a yellow card by the referee Willy.
Just as the Chelsea fans in the stands clenched their hands nervously, Kalou intercepted the ball from an Everton player near the midfield and passed the ball directly to Drogba, who then kicked the ball back.
The football flew into the goal with a "swish" and the fans at the scene shouted "Drogba" in surprise.
The ball goes in!
Chelsea 1:0 Everton!
In the 80th minute, Everton made another substitution, with Carsley replacing Gravesen.
But this substitution was more like a last-ditch effort. Chelsea, who had consciously started to park the bus in front of the goal without any instructions from coach Mourinho, heard the final whistle ten minutes later.
"beep……"
The game is over and Chelsea has won another Premier League victory!
After the game, Endrit chose to attend the press conference under the worried gaze of coach Mourinho and his teammates: it was not enough for the coach to help him express his attitude, he needed to stand up and express his attitude to the outside world and to his biological father who might still be alive.
"Hello everyone, let me introduce myself. I am Endrit, the Son of Light. If someone claims to be my biological father, please be careful to identify him and ask him if he can emit light, fly at the speed of light, and be as tall as the Eiffel Tower. If he can't, then he is not my biological father."
In the locker room, the teammates who stayed in the locker room looked at Endritt who introduced himself at the press conference and looked at each other.
"By the way, Ritter has so many nicknames. How long has it been since he got so many nicknames?"
"Iron Man, Lion King, Son of Light?" Lampard said with a sigh, "He is so immature and still says he is not a baby."
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