Chapter 82
Endrit, who was in a very embarrassed state, got up from the lawn with difficulty. As soon as he looked up, he saw coach McLaren standing on the sidelines with an umbrella, a smile on his face, looking very elegant.
When Endritt showed up at the post-match press conference with half-dry hair, McLaren gave his speech in high spirits.
"Under my leadership, the England team defeated their opponents and advanced strongly! Before this game started, many fans and coaches were questioning me and my players. You were all worried about whether we could successfully advance, but now -" McLaren stood up directly, raised his hands high, and said excitedly, "We won!"
The English media gave applause out of respect, but when the reporters asked questions, the person they most wanted to interview was Endrit. McLaren pursed his lips and handed the microphone away reluctantly.
Endrit held the microphone tightly, exhaled slowly, and said: "I am Endrit, I promise you, with me on the court, I will not let any football fly into the goal. So, come to the Premier League and join us Chelsea, I want to create greater miracles with you."
The reporters who heard this speech on the stage were a little confused, but this did not stop them from pressing the shutter button frantically. When the next reporter stood up and wanted to ask Endritt another question, the latter had already handed the microphone to McLaren.
McClaren was very moved. After taking the microphone, he talked a lot. He talked about his wise and brave command in today's game and the excellent performance of the national team, and the malicious abuse and doubts he had suffered before. Finally, he came to a very important conclusion, "No one is more suitable to be the coach of the England national team than me. I am the most suitable person for this position!"
The reporters in the audience were very respectful and kept praising him, until McLaren's mouth was grinning from ear to ear.
After the press conference, McLaren wondered if he would be on the headlines of tomorrow's newspapers. This is so embarrassing... Oh, I still need to mention the other players in their national team...
"Daily Mirror": Goalkeeper Endrit turned the tide and England advanced to the European Cup!
The Guardian: Lampard and Crouch scored successively, and England beat Croatia 2:0!
The Times: One game, eight saves, he used his iron body to defend England's goal!
The Sun: The greatest English goalkeeper in history extends a sincere invitation to players from other leagues: Welcome to the Premier League!
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McLaren patiently read through all the newspapers carefully, and then found that he was not mentioned in any of these newspapers! No, to be more precise, no newspaper reported on him individually. The newspapers that mentioned him just glossed over his name, as if he, the head coach, was not important at all...
How could this be? Why didn’t any of these newspapers publish his brilliant speech yesterday? Don’t these stupid media know how to make money?
On the day after the game and the next day, all the media reporters and fans were focused on the fact that England defeated Croatia and successfully advanced to the European Cup. On the third day, Christmas Eve on the 24th, people's attention was focused on what Endrit said in the post-match press conference.
The Sun took the lead in sounding the attack, directly stating in the newspaper that Endrit was dissatisfied with Chelsea's poor defense and forward line, and said that Endrit was eager for the team to introduce new talents as soon as possible. At the end of the report, a piece of gossip was published, saying that Endrit had issued an ultimatum to Abramovich that if there were no better teammates next season, he would transfer to another team.
The Daily Express followed suit with a rumor that Abramovich had signed a cheque for £60 million to cover his spending in the winter transfer market.
The Daily Mail reported that Chelsea is currently pursuing Bolton striker Anelka, who has many rumored potential clubs: Manchester United, Manchester City and Valencia have all shown some interest in him. However, because Bolton is currently facing a severe relegation situation, the team will not let go of their top scorer easily. Alneka himself also expressed his love for the club in an interview before. He believes that money is just a temptation and he is more eager for the Champions League.
[Before this, Chelsea did not have a strong appeal in the transfer market. Most good players desire the Champions League more than money. And now, after the European Cup qualifiers ended on the 22nd, everyone knows how much a future goalkeeper will change the team. Maybe we don't have to wait until next year, but this year, right now, this season, Chelsea will win the Champions League. 】
It was very lively outside, and it was also very lively at Endrit's house, because in an hour it would be December 25th, which was Christmas and also Endrit's birthday.
Liz and Goss brought their younger brother Holt, Mourinho and his wife Matilde to the house where Endritt currently lives, and the two families spent Christmas Eve and Christmas together.
Liz and Mathilde were busy in the kitchen, Goss and Mourinho were chatting on the sofa, and Endritt held Holt, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, in his left hand, and read the newspaper in his right hand from time to time. After seeing the gossip in The Sun, he was even more amused.
Did he give Abramovich an ultimatum? The Sun is really good at talking. But then again, doesn’t he subscribe to The Sun? So where did the newspaper he was reading come from?
December 25, 00:00
Endrit closed his eyes, blew out the candles, and made a birthday wish as his family sang.
"Hurry up, tell me, what wish did you make?"
"If you speak out your wishes, they won't come true!"
"If you tell us what you want, we might be able to help you realize it directly!"
Endrit covered his mouth and shook his head, refusing to say his birthday wish.
Goss laughed and poured a glass of wine and handed it to Endrit. "Try it. This is your first glass of wine as an adult."
"You can't drink it," Mourinho stretched out his hand to block Goss's cup. "He is a player. It's better for him to avoid alcohol."
Endrit nodded in agreement, but before he could say anything, another glass of wine was stuffed into his hand.
"Don't drink that kind of high-proof wine in the future, but you can try this low-proof fruit wine today." Mourinho smiled and patted Endrit's shoulder. "What are you standing there for? Come on and take a sip. This is your first glass of wine as an adult."
Endrit didn't understand what was happening. He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Goss couldn't help but speak.
"Hey! I'm his father! You're just his godfather!"
"I'm not only his godfather, I'm also his coach!"
Endrit couldn't help laughing. He reached out to take the wine poured by Goss, poured part of it into a new glass, poured another part of the wine that Mourinho stuffed into him, shook it simply, tilted his head back and took a sip, and instantly the mask of pain disappeared.
"It's so unpalatable," Endrit put down the cup and decided not to embarrass himself any more. "I appreciate your kindness, but I won't drink this wine."
"no!"
They both said in unison, before being glared at by their wives, Endrit smiled and stood up to start cutting the birthday cake.
“Ding Dong~”
Just after cutting a corner of the cake, the doorbell rang. Endrit told his family to wait and ran outside to see who was coming at this time. Send something here?
"Little Luo!"
As soon as he opened the door, Endrit was stunned for a moment and then was surrounded by great surprise and excitement. "You, why are you here? Oh my God! Why are you here now? It's the middle of the night, come in first..."
Endrit was incoherent. He reached out and grabbed Xiao Xiao Luo and led him inside. "It's cold outside. Come in with me first. Have you eaten?"
"Not yet," Xiao Xiao Luo brought the gift in his other hand to the front, "I'm saving my stomach for your birthday cake. By the way, happy birthday!"
This was not Endrit's first Christmas, but it was the happiest and most blessed Christmas Endrit had ever experienced. His family, his coach, and his friends were all around him, singing off-tune songs, dancing funny dances, and finally lying drunkenly on a blanket and laughing.
"It's over. I feel like I'm going to get up very late tomorrow, no, this morning."
Xiao Xiao Luo hummed softly, turned over and was silent afterwards. Endrit reached out and pushed the man, only to find that he was already asleep.
"Hey! You can't sleep here, get up!" Endrit stretched out his foot to kick him, "Get up and sleep upstairs!"
Endrit could not help but yawn. He called Xiao Xiao Luo again, trying to wake him up, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier. As he was talking, he became silent like Xiao Xiao Luo and fell asleep on the blanket.
When he woke up and went downstairs, Endrit found that he was the last one to get up.
However, the house did not return to its usual quietness. Except for Xiao Xiao Luo who had gone home to be with his family, the rest of the family members had not left yet.
"This is what Chairman Abramovich sent this morning," Mourinho handed an envelope to Endrit, "and wished you a happy birthday."
"Wow~" Endrit's eyes lit up, "Could this be a check?"
As he opened the envelope, Endrit suddenly became alert. "It's really a check. Tens, hundreds of millions..."
One million pounds!
Endrit's hands were shaking a little. He counted carefully and found that he was not wrong. He said "Wow" and couldn't say anything else.
Thanks for the invitation, he is already stupid.
"Look at this again," Mourinho handed the newspaper to Endrit, "and it's not just in the newspaper, the TV station also reported it this morning."
[Endritt: The best Christmas gift Santa Claus has given to England. 】
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