Chapter 76
As soon as Endrit left the press conference and walked into the locker room, he was met with gazes from his teammates: some were surprised, some were playful, and some were even pitying.
Lampard looked at Endrit with the last kind of gaze. He held Endrit's hand and opened his mouth for a long time, and finally uttered: "You may regret it later."
Endrit raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?"
"Anyway," Lampard reached out and patted Endrit on the shoulder, "you should say less about what you said in today's press conference."
Although he was the first to make a joke and even thought Endrit was a little cute, when he thought about the fact that the two of them might have to play together for a long time in the future, Lampard felt that he needed to remind him, otherwise the child would quarrel with the adults when he grew up.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?" Lampard didn't quite understand what Endrit's frowning expression meant. "Say this kind of thing less in the future, really!"
"I understand." Endrit nodded, knowing that Lampard was reminding him to avoid creating such high-definition black history that was destined to be recorded, but the problem was that Endrit was not a person who cared about such things at all. It had nothing to do with his thickness of skin. He simply didn't care about other people's opinions. If he cared too much, he would have been ruined by the public opinion in the village when he was in elementary and junior high school in his previous life, and he would not have lived to adulthood, let alone have another life.
Rather than worrying about all those messy concerns, Endrit only cared about whether he could completely eliminate future troubles in the shortest time and at the fastest speed: at the cost of his own "face", he had completely rejected the father with whom he had a biological relationship.
But he certainly couldn't say that, so he winked playfully, leaned close to Lampard and whispered, "My dark history is better than those guys' dark history of cheating after getting married, right?"
He didn't care much about these things before. That day, he realized that his teammate was a scumbag, so he bought some old newspapers. He didn't even flip through a few pages before he saw a report in a tabloid: Ashley went to the hotel with a strange beauty after the game...
What surprised Endrit was that John Terry did not have much gossip at that time, and some media even reported that he was a good English man. It was hard to imagine how the reporters who reported the news felt a few years later when John Terry made a big splash.
Lampard was choked, but had to admit: "You have a point."
"But speaking of this matter, the two of them want to apologize to you because before that, they didn't know about your biological father." Lampard paused, "If you don't mind, they want to treat you to a meal."
"Oh my God!" Endrit raised his hand and slapped his forehead. "They invited me to dinner? No, no, no, I don't trust John Terry's judgment. The smell of the barbecue restaurant last time makes me feel sick to my stomach when I think about it now."
Lampard couldn't help showing a lingering fear when he heard Endritt talk about this. "You're right. You can't trust John Terry's judgment."
John Terry was about to introduce to Endrit a pizza shop he had recently discovered that tasted delicious. After hearing Lampard's retelling, he said in pain: "Oh! That's not my fault! Believe me, the last time I went to eat there, their food was really delicious!"
Even though John Terry repeatedly emphasized that the incident at the barbecue restaurant last time was not his fault, Endrit, who had been cheated once, firmly opposed going to the pizza restaurant recommended by John Terry. In the end, the three of them went to the barbecue restaurant recommended by Ashley.
I can’t say the taste of this restaurant is good, I can only say it is a little better than the last time.
"When I recover from my injury, the combination of the two of us will definitely make the opposing players regret coming into this world!"
"Ritter, you are still young and don't understand those things now. Maybe you will understand us when you grow up."
"That's right, but I still want to apologize to you. I'm sorry I didn't know you..."
Endrit drank the juice expressionlessly, turning a deaf ear to what the other person said, and chewed a piece of lettuce slowly in his mouth.
Hmm... I wonder if he would have the time to take care of pets if he gets one now?
The two apologized, and Endrit accepted the apology very generously. The relationship between the three returned to what it was before, as if nothing had changed, but it also seemed as if everything had changed.
…
After training last week, national team coach McClaren asked all national team players to gather together for a game this weekend, but Chelsea had a game this weekend, so several people did not go at all.
McLaren did not dare to criticize Mourinho for not letting players participate in training. After all, if he dared to say so, not only Mourinho and Chelsea fans would scold him, but also the media reporters and fans throughout England would insult him, thinking that his actions completely delayed Endrit.
"There is no way. Ritter is so popular. Everyone goes to Stanford Stadium with only one purpose, which is to see Endrit." McLaren is not ashamed of it. He even talked about it in front of the national team players who came to St. George's Park for training that day. "I really want him to come, but everyone knows that I can't go against the will of the England fans. They are reluctant to watch every game related to Endrit."
Other members of the national team: …
The coach keeps losing. Has he finally driven himself crazy? Can't we go against the will of England fans? Then why didn’t you mention this when you lost the game before? At that time, not only did you go against the will of the fans, you also scolded the fans for not understanding football!
As for Endrit, almost everyone is clearly aware that Endrit, who is not yet an adult this year and speaks in a very immature manner at the press conference, is just a cover launched by the coach.
Almost everyone thought so, but when the next weekend, Chelsea played away against Derby County in the 14th round of the Premier League, and Endritt, who still failed to participate in the game, was put on the big screen by McLaren to force all the spectators to watch Endritt's heroic figure, everyone became a little uncertain.
Is this really just a cover?
Looking at the coach's particularly passionate eyes, the saliva flying when he spoke, and the excited waving of his arms, everyone was uncertain.
There were only five saves in the whole game against Derby County, and they didn't find anything special at all: their team's goalkeeper could also make saves of this level! What's so surprising about this? Just because this boy has a handsome face?
While all the national team players were feeling resentful, Chelsea officially entered the Champions League group stage. They will go to Lakendal Stadium in Norway to challenge the Norwegian Premier League team Rosenborg.
This is the second time the two teams have met. Compared with the last round, Rosenborg, who played at home this time, was obviously more confident. Before the game, Rosenborg's Bishop Torum emphasized at the press conference: "We have already worked out how to deal with Chelsea. Believe me, we will keep the victory at the Lakendaal Stadium."
The reason why Torum said this is of course that in the last round of the game, in order to score points, or to let Endrit, the goalkeeper, take over, Chelsea deliberately brought out a full substitute lineup, and completely gave up defense in the second half of the game - they, Rosenborg, were completely unprepared to face such an unpredictable opponent last time, which led to their terrible loss.
But now it’s different. Rosenborg is no longer the same Rosenborg as before. They will definitely keep the victory in Norway in this game!
"GOALLLL!!! The ball goes in! Drogba scores after just eight minutes, Chelsea leads Rosenborg 1:0!"
Bishop Rosenberg, who specially arranged the 433 offensive formation for this game, frowned and felt uneasy, but still did not start to adjust the team's tactics.
In the 20th minute, Drogba broke through and scored again in the Rosenborg penalty area. Hearing the whistle blown by the referee Benquirenka again to indicate that the goal was valid, Torum finally couldn't stand it anymore. He hurried to the sidelines and waved to everyone to shrink the defense line.
There is no way we can win this crappy game, so let’s just concede as few goals as possible.
But even though Rosenborg had tightened its defense, it still couldn't stop Chelsea's attack.
In the 40th minute of the first half, Endritt blocked the shot of the opposing forward No. 14 Iverson. When he was about to pass the ball to Belletti, he paused and saw Alex who was waving at him vigorously in the crowd.
And it was not only Alex, Makelele who was near Alex was also waving at Endrit. Endrit gave up the idea of throwing the football out with his hand, bent down and put the football on the grass, took a few steps back, took a slight run-up, and kicked the football hard.
The football drew an arc in the air and landed accurately at Alex's feet. The two Rosenborg defenders who ran to surround Makelele were stunned. They watched Alex take the ball and shoot directly from a distance. Goalkeeper Hirschfeld jumped hard, but the football suddenly fell when it was close to the goal and went into the net.
"GOALLLL!!! The ball goes in! Ritt assists! This is the second time Ritt has assisted his teammates to score the ball in a game! I knew it, I knew it! Ritt is not only talented as a goalkeeper, he is also incredibly talented in other positions!"
"He is simply the best gift God has given to us in England!"
Alex, who scored the goal, had no idea that the English commentator did not mention him as the scorer at all. He was very excited. He ran all the way from the front court to the goal, and jumped directly onto Endrit.
"I knew it! I knew you would pass it on to me!"
“Hahahahahaha!”
Endrit hugged Alex with a dark face, "Get down quickly! Don't you know how much you weigh?"
"Hey! Ritter! I carried you on my back for ten minutes last time!"
"Stop bragging," Belletti, who came over to celebrate, exposed Belletti without hesitation. "You've only been reciting for less than three minutes and you're already tired, right?"
Alex immediately jumped up and shouted, "What are you talking about! It's been at least four minutes!"
Endrit;...
Endrit silently looked away and then saw Makelele walking towards him slowly. "You didn't pass the ball to me. I know it must be because you considered that the opponent would prioritize defending me, right?"
Endrit didn't realize what the man meant by saying this, so he didn't speak immediately. But this obviously made Makelele misunderstand something. He pursed his lips and said, "I knew that you should have..."
Endrit's heart skipped a beat and he immediately reached out to cover Makelele's mouth. He glared at Makelele to signal him to keep quiet before letting go.
The celebration time passed in a flash, and there were less than five minutes left until the end of the second half. Rosenborg, who had conceded three goals in the first half, did not choose to fight again even though they had the ball, for fear that if they tried, Chelsea would seize the opportunity and score another goal.
Because the ball was always passing back and forth between Rosenborg's backcourt players, they did not notice that Makelele, who was in the second row of the 4141 formation in this game, was in a trance in the last five minutes.
After the referee Benquirenka blew the whistle to end the first half of the game, Makelele was almost the first to rush into the visiting team's locker room, then he stuck his butt out and waited for Endrit to come over and kick the ball.
Endrit felt suffocated. He took a deep breath, walked up to Makelele, grabbed his collar and dragged him to the back of the locker room, with his hands on his hips, "Are you crazy? How long has it been since that happened? Why are you still thinking about it?"
"It's not that I'm holding a grudge," Makelele said a little aggrievedly, "You didn't pass the ball to me just now, but to Alex. Doesn't that mean you haven't forgiven me? I should have let you kick my ass last time. I shouldn't have hidden. Then we would have been good friends."
Michael shuddered when he heard Makelele's words and slowly came over. "Hey, Ritter, how about you kick me too?"
Endrit: ...
About my time at Chelsea and my teammates being perverts. 》
"What?" Alex pushed through the crowd and walked in. "Makelele, what are you doing? Of course Ritter passed the ball to me because he and I have a good relationship! I am the defender who has trained with him the longest, so of course he would pass the ball to me..."
"But I have been training with Ritter for quite a while..."
Endrit quietly slipped out of the crowd, met Lampard's half-smiley gaze, and sighed softly, "To be honest, I don't really understand their thoughts."
"That's not hard to understand, but I can help," Lampard nudged Endrit with his arm, "Next time you have this kind of opportunity just pass it to me, then they won't argue."
"Lampard! What are you talking about?!"
Drogba looked at Lampard who was instantly besieged, opened his mouth but swallowed the words "I can help too".
Endrit: ...
Help, you guys don't really expect me, the goalkeeper, to pass the ball to you? He has absolutely no intention of competing for the Premier League assist king!
As soon as Mourinho opened the door, he saw Makelele chasing Endrit and letting the latter kick him. A question mark slowly appeared on his forehead. He took a step back and left the locker room. After rubbing his eyes, he opened the door again and walked in, silent: Should I try again? When did Chelsea become abnormal? Did they put too much pressure on us during the recent training?
“Ahem!”
Mourinho cleared his throat to let everyone know that he, the coach, was present before leaving the locker room. He pushed open the door and saw the players standing in a neat line. He nodded with satisfaction: Very good, that's how it should be, this should be the atmosphere in their Chelsea locker room!
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