Chapter 77

Chapter 77

The halftime break passed quickly, and the players walked out of the locker room in a daze, with coach Mourinho's words just spoken in the locker room in their hearts and minds.

After they came into contact with the cold air outside, those who were still a little confused instantly woke up. The players stood on the court, took a deep breath and looked at the fans in the stands who followed Chelsea to the game, and received warm cheers from the fans.

Referee Benquirenka quickly blew the whistle to start the second half of the game.

Rosenborg head coach Torum began to let Rosenborg's players try defensive counterattack tactics and started to make frequent substitutions, first replacing midfielder Traore and then defender Yakerman.

Mourinho also started to make micro-management, replacing Drogba and Wright-Phillips with Sheva and Kalou.

However, before the two players who came on later on Chelsea's side had time to take advantage of their strengths and send the ball into the goal, in the 72nd minute of the game, Chelsea midfielder Cole made a follow-up shot in the Rosenborg penalty area, allowing Chelsea to successfully lead Rosenborg 4:0.

Mourinho stood on the sidelines and glanced at the opposing Bishop Torum, then silently replaced Lampard with Pizarro.

With 4 minutes left in the game, Bishop Torum made the last substitution, with Basma replacing Dorsin - this was a completely different way of giving up the game and playing badly, because Basma was a defender and the player he replaced was a midfielder.

To make up for the deficit when the score is far behind is to declare that the game has officially entered garbage time.

The score of 4:0 continued until the end of the game. Endrit basically did not move in the second half, so he simply refused to attend today's post-match press conference - of course, this is also related to the fact that he has nothing to report to the media so far.

John Terry, who started in today's game after recovering from an injury, attended today's post-match press conference. Looking at John Terry who spoke freely when answering questions from media reporters, and then looking at John Terry who wrapped himself tightly and prepared to leave the locker room after returning to Chelsea, Endrit was silent for a few seconds, then silently turned his head and stared at John Terry.

John Terry finished packing and was about to leave. He frowned and looked at Endrit, "Why are you staring at me?"

Endrit asked without hesitation, "Are you going to go straight home? Is it raining outside? Why are you wrapped up so tightly?"

John Terry was silent for a few seconds, then turned his head and coughed a few times. "No, I'm not going home."

Endrit said nothing, but continued to stare at John Terry.

John Terry was extremely embarrassed. The last time he made Endrit cry seemed like it happened just yesterday. He just left this time. Would Endrit cry again?

"I'm not going to do what you think," John Terry stressed seriously, but he didn't dare to look at Endrit. "You know, I actually like to go out and find some remote restaurants. If the food in this restaurant is good, I can treat you to a meal next time."

Endrit didn't believe it. If you really wanted to do such an upright thing, why did you try so hard to cover it up? Why can't you look him in the eyes? Isn't it obvious that there is a problem?

But Endrit couldn't just question John Terry directly. He cleared his throat and silently changed the question: "This weekend, Lampard and I will go to St. George's training base together. Now that you have recovered from your injury, will you go with us?"

John Terry shook his head. "Coach McLaren didn't invite me to training this weekend, but I remember he invited Cole."

"Cole?"

Endrit turned his head to look at Cole in confusion, and when he turned his head again, John Terry was gone.

Endrit: ...

Okay, a dog can’t change… Ugh! No, you can’t think like that. Puppies are so cute.

"What's wrong, Ritter?" Cole turned his eyes away from his phone and looked at Endrit, "Will you wait for me at the entrance of the training base this weekend?"

Endrite nodded, packed up his things slowly, and went back to the stadium. He ran several laps happily until he was no longer as depressed as he was at the beginning.

Although he already knew that John Terry and Ashley who apologized to him that day were sorry only because they "made him cry", he still felt uncomfortable when this truth suddenly appeared before him.

"My Lord, this is what I am saying," Lampard waited on the sidelines, handing Endrit a bottle of water after he finished running and came over. "So don't believe their lies easily. There is not a moment when they are not lying."

"Including you?" Endrit asked with a smile, "Aren't you an adult too?"

Lampard lowered his head and thought for a while, then nodded, "Yes, including me."

Endrit opened his mouth, but when he couldn't respond, he reached out and pushed his hair back to change the subject. "That's not important. I'm just wondering, we play and train for so long every day, where do they get the energy to do other things?"

The children are too naughty during the holidays, probably because they are not assigned enough homework.

The schedule is so tight, and the injury happened not long ago, so there is still time to go out and wander around. It is obvious that Chelsea's training volume is too little and everyone is not tired enough.

However, increasing the amount of training cannot be put on the agenda immediately, because one of the players who needs to be closely observed in the team is still undergoing rehabilitation. Blindly increasing the amount of training will only cause him to be injured again and increase his lying time again.

The other player has just been injured for a short time, and increasing the training volume may cause the old injury to recur.

So Endrit just kept it in mind and waited quietly for an opportunity to come - although he was not very clear at the moment why he should wait for an opportunity to come, or why he should meddle in other people's affairs?

…

On Saturday, Chelsea welcomed West Ham United at home in the 15th round of the Premier League.

Before the game started, Endrit didn't know that today's game would be an alternative "WWE" game. In less than forty-five minutes in the first half, players from both sides directly received five yellow sapphire cards.

Not long after the start of the second half, Chelsea received two yellow cards. In the 75th minute, the long-stalemated score finally changed: Kalou assisted Cole to score, Chelsea 1:0 West Ham United!

After Chelsea took the lead, the West Ham United coach became anxious, but his two consecutive substitutions were of no avail. He only let John Terry take a yellow gem card again in the 85th minute.

Five minutes later, the game ended and Chelsea once again defeated their opponents at home and won the final victory.

John Terry, who was given a card for a foul against his opponent on the court, was surrounded by team doctors as soon as he came off the court. Fortunately, his old injury did not recur, but he still received medical advice that "it is best not to participate in any games for a while."

Endritt felt even more complicated when he saw John Terry, who still had a faint smile on his face and argued with the team doctor that he was fine and could continue playing football.

He is definitely a qualified teammate on the court, Endrit thought, and then rubbed his face: So why does this guy have such a strange habit?

…

This weekend, Endritt has been struggling between these two thoughts: "Why would he want to prevent John Terry from making that mistake?" and "Is this habit problem something that cannot be changed by human power?"

"Hi, good morning, Ritter!" McLaren greeted Endrit with a smile on his face. "I watched your recent games. Even when playing against weak teams, you were very focused on the court. I knew I was right. You are the kind of player I want most!"

Endrit tilted his head to look at McLaren who had his hand on his shoulder, and sighed silently in his heart.

McLaren didn't care whether Endrit responded to him or not. He introduced Endrit to other national team players and repeatedly emphasized one thing: "Our national team already has the best goalkeeper in the world, so we will definitely win the game on the 22nd of this month!"

The national team players who were stopped by McLaren and forced to watch Endrit's saves repeatedly cast strange eyes at Endrit: perhaps two weeks ago, most of them had a certain degree of favorability towards this goalkeeper who was very famous in England.

But now, under McLaren's hard promotion, many players are resentful of Endritt without Endritt's knowledge.

During the warm-up training, players kept coming to watch, and from time to time they said sentences like "Is this how we warm up?" and "I can do such a simple warm-up, too."

After McLaren arranged an extra training match for the national team players today, even the defenders rushed to the front and tried to kick the ball into the goal guarded by Endrit.

Endrit was running around in front of the goal, and he had no time to think about the problems that were troubling him. After a satisfying save, Endrit was sweating all over, and his brain, which had seemed to be blocked by something, finally became clear.

He really thinks too much. Why does he have to think about saving others? He is using a love system, not a redemption system. Caring too much about other people's affairs will only backfire in the end.

His goal in life is just to play football, only to play football, everything else is secondary. Those who cannot keep up with his pace or who stop on their own initiative will only become passers-by in his life.

Endrit, who was lost in thought, did not notice that after the end of this training match, which looked very formal compared to the previous training match which was very frivolous, the eyes of many national team players looking at him changed.

But Endrit didn't notice. After he got home, he stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, then put his hand over his left eye, which had been glowing. "System?"

"I know you can hear me. If you influence or amplify any emotion in my heart, or even just a fleeting thought, I will not let you off even if I get hurt. I mean what I say."

Rubbish system, ruining my image. Is Endrit the kind of person who can't sleep because he is worried about the stain that his teammates will bear in the future?

On the 8th, in the 16th round of the Premier League, Chelsea faced the Premier League team Sunderland at home.

In the 23rd minute of the game, Kalu assisted Sheva to score. In the 74th minute of the game, Lampard scored a penalty.

Chelsea beat Sunderland 2-0.

On the 12th, in the Champions League group stage, Chelsea faced La Liga team Valencia at home.

Valencia, which fielded a 433 attacking formation, had only five shots in the entire game. Only one of them was on target and was saved by Endrit. The remaining four shots were off target. Endrit ran a few steps, stopped, and looked up at the football flying towards the goal.

In this game, Chelsea, which played in a 422 formation, had 20 shots, six of which were on target, but unfortunately were caught by the opposing goalkeeper Cañizares.

After 90+1 of the game, the two sides tied at 0:0.

After the Game

Mourinho contacted Abramovich immediately and solemnly stated to him again that Chelsea is now lacking a very reliable striker. "We have the best goalkeeper in the world, but we can't play 0:0 in every game. The goalkeeper who can only let the game end with a score of 0:0 will never be named the greatest goalkeeper in the world!"

"Chairman, although Ritter loves Chelsea, he still has his own dreams. But if his dreams cannot be realized, I can't guarantee that he will not consider a transfer."

Endrit didn't know that coach Mourinho was planning to buy more players. He was sitting in the locker room reviewing the game.

Why did this game end in a draw? Because their team has too few fixed scoring points, once they are restricted by the opponent, their forwards don’t know how to score goals.

John Terry, neatly dressed, walked around in front of Endrite. When he found that he had not attracted Endrite's attention again, he lowered his head and coughed softly.

Hearing the voice, Endrit looked up at John Terry, paused for a moment, and then lowered his head again.

"You, you're not going to ask me where I went?"

Endrit was stunned for a moment, then looked up at John Terry, "Are you talking to me?"

John Terry nodded silently, "Haven't you always been..."

"You can go wherever you want and do whatever you want," Endrit lowered his eyes, took out his phone and simply wrote down his thoughts on the notepad, "I'm not your family, how can I control you?"

John Terry said nothing. He walked over to Endrite and sat down, lowering his head and staring at the floor.

After Endritt finished writing his speech, he discovered that John Terry had not left yet. Wasn't he the one who left the fastest after the previous games? I actually stayed with him until the end today?

Endrit was confused for a second, but finally put it behind him, stood up, packed up his things, put on his backpack and left.

"Has he started to hate me?" John Terry looked at his fellow sufferer Ashley. Endritt had not paid much attention to the latter in recent times. "He doesn't care where I go anymore, and he won't keep staring at me."

Ashley said nothing. He was filled with regret, extreme regret, and he wished he could go back to the past and slap himself for talking too much. "So when will my injury heal? I want to play football, too!"

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