Chapter 83
This winter, this Christmas, Endrit felt that his heart, which had been frozen for many years, began to beat again because of these people.
Excitement, happiness, joy, and elation surged over him like a tide and quickly enveloped him. He felt as if he was trapped in the soft and warm embrace of clouds, feeling these wonderful emotions dancing in his heart with his pounding heartbeat.
[Host, long time no see!] I miss you so much~】
System 33 reached out his hand and touched Endrit's face, [Host, I remember that when we first met, you really wanted me to have a physical body. After this re-upgrade, I specifically applied to the main system for a non-solid physical body! 】
System 33 was very proud and happy, and pricked up its ears, waiting for the enthusiastic praise from its host.
But after a second of silence, Endrit turned his head and looked behind him, and found that the system had turned into a large white cloud that enveloped him completely. He stood up from the sofa with a dark face.
"What's wrong?" Mourinho laughed and joked, "Are you going to turn on the TV to see how those people praise you?"
Endrit lowered his head and laughed sheepishly, glancing at the white cloud on the sofa out of the corner of his eye.
[Host, you don’t have to worry about hurting me, I have absolute defense! And only you, the host, can see me and touch my entity~]
How could anyone tell that he was worried about it? How come it gets dumber after an upgrade... Wait, stupid system?
Endrit cursed the system in his heart and smiled in its direction. The system instantly became more excited, and the entire white cloud gradually turned pink.
[Host, I'm really fine, you don't have to worry about me! 】
The smile on Endrit's face instantly became more sincere. He walked to the front, turned on the TV, poured another cup of coffee and handed it to the coach, communicating gently with the system in his heart.
'I thought I would see you again last night, but I didn't expect to see you until now. Was it the emotion I just had that allowed you to complete the final upgrade? So how do you feel now? Is there anything uncomfortable about owning a physical entity? How long can your embodiment last? Don't get me wrong, I just want to find a suitable time to treat you to a meal and thank you for taking care of me for so long. '
[I'm fine, host!] 】
The white cloud floated down from the sofa and instantly turned into a little white snowman. It jumped and moved to Endrit's legs and rubbed against them.
[Host, after our system is materialized, it can no longer reside in your mind. But host, I can’t eat...】
'Yeah? This is really regrettable. There are many delicious foods in this world that are worth tasting. Is there anything else I can help you with? '
[Host, you just need to complete more daily tasks every day! 】
"Okay," Endrit said casually, "I understand. If I have time, I will definitely complete more tasks. '
[Hehehe~ Host, you are so easy to talk to now! The main system is right. As long as our system materializes, the host will become very considerate and easy to talk to. Hehehe...】
Endrit was silent for a moment, then pinched his nose with mixed feelings. You said that this system used to be able to directly know what the host was thinking, but now it doesn’t know what the host is thinking. So for the host, if just saying a few nice words can make the system happy, why not do it? Humans are the worst lying creatures in the world.
"No, I'm not good at talking," Endrit reached out and touched the snowman's head, "it's just that you're so cute right now that I can't bear to say anything harsh. '
The little snowman is wearing a red knitted hat and a red and white striped scarf. His big black eyes are blinking smartly, making him look very cute.
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On Christmas Day, when the news that "Endrit is the best Christmas gift Santa Claus has given to England" was reported by the English media and reached America, American fans were devastated. They shed tears on social media and accused Santa Claus of injustice.
"American fans couldn't understand why Santa Claus preferred England. They questioned Santa Claus very sadly, but Santa Claus only said one sentence: God bless England..."
McLaren finally couldn't help it, turned off the TV, folded his arms and sat on the sofa sulking: It's strange, why are there still no newspapers and TV stations reporting news about him? Wasn’t his performance in the game on the 22nd impressive at all? He stood on the sidelines holding an umbrella for the entire game, dressed in a suit and looking very elegant. Who wouldn't say he was elegant and handsome?
Does he have to go through Endrit if he wants to be reported? Endrit would definitely be willing to be interviewed with him. After all, he was a coach he admired very much, but he didn't want to be tied to Endrit all the time...how about waiting another day?
On December 26, McLaren was awakened by the ringing of the phone before he even got out of bed.
"McLaren! Go see the FA officials! They've sacked you!"
McLaren's sleepiness disappeared in an instant. He sat up from the bed, got up, turned on the computer and found the official website of the English Football Association. His friend wasn't kidding him, it clearly stated here that the contract with him would be terminated early.
"We are holding a press conference for new England manager Capello at the Langham Hotel in London this afternoon?"
McLaren picked up his phone with a gloomy face and was about to contact the official staff of the English Football Association, when he found that the English Football Association had already transferred the penalty to him at around eight o'clock this morning. What made McLaren even angrier was that after paying the penalty fee, the FA's salary staff sent him a text message saying "Looking forward to our cooperation next time."
"Let's work together next time?" McLaren snorted coldly, "There's a next time? Do you want to trick me again?!"
At 3 pm, the English Football Association officially held a press conference for Capello at the Langham Hotel.
Lampard, Wright-Phillips, Cole and John Terry all gathered at Endritt's home to watch today's press conference.
After the press conference began, Capello, who was 61 years old, first spoke in not very fluent English, which roughly meant: I have longed for this position for a long time, and I am very honored to serve as the head coach of the England team.
After saying this, Capello answered reporters' questions in Italian through an on-site translator.
"Mr. Capello, there are rumors that the English Football Association wants to replace England captain Terry. So after you become England coach, will you consider replacing the captain? If you are ready to replace the captain, which player would you prefer?"
After listening to the translator's retelling, Capello picked up the microphone and expressed his opinion cautiously, "In fact, I just watched England's game the day before yesterday. I will officially start my work on the 7th of next month. Only then will I get to know my players better and know whether the England team needs a new captain."
When the translator relayed Capello's words, John Terry, who was sitting on the single sofa, couldn't help but turn his head and look at Endrit.
On TV, reporters' questions continued. The reporter from the Daily Mail asked Capello what kind of playing style he would design for the England team, and, "Coach, do you like sexy football?"
By 2008, the concept of sexy football no longer refers specifically to the football styles of Portugal and Brazil. Teams like Germany's excelling in power style, the Netherlands's excelling in all-out attack and defense, and England's excelling in long-range attacks can barely be called sexy - only the sexy part can be rounded off to the nearest whole number and it can be directly called sexy football.
The reporter asked this question because he wanted to know how Capello would let the England team face fans around the world in the next international matches: He can't just follow the previous England coach, right? When England has a world-class goalkeeper and their defense is at full strength, Capello can't let the England team play some defensive counterattacks, right?
"In my opinion, the style of play of a team depends mainly on the players I have," Capello chuckled. "I know England has a very good goalkeeper. If this is true, maybe I can lead the team to create more miracles in the future."
"Of course it's true!" The reporter from the Daily Mail couldn't stand Endrit being questioned. He should have sat down and passed the microphone to the next reporter. But now he took the microphone and directly refuted, "There is no doubt about the strength of our Endrit! Just three days ago, he led the England team to create a miracle!"
Perhaps because Capello did not directly acknowledge Endrit's ability, the next reporter from The Guardian who asked a question directly mentioned Beckham, "In Real Madrid, you once did not give Beckham a chance. Now in the England team, can Beckham still get a chance to play under your coaching?"
Now, Lampard, Wright-Phillips and Cole couldn't help but look at Endritt.
Endrit covered his face helplessly, "Look at me, what am I doing? Will Capello's answer be written on my face?"
"I don't even dare to interact with you casually now," Lampard shrank his neck in fear, "If I accidentally get you hurt, the media and fans will probably tear me apart."
Endrit rolled his eyes at Lampard and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
"I think they all want you to be the captain," John Terry interjected silently, "A goalkeeper captain who doesn't have butter hands at all, sounds like a dream, but it's actually true. If I were them, I would want you to be the captain too."
Endrit let out an "ah" and lay flat on his back, "What's the benefit of being the captain? Can you make team rules that require everyone not to have sex?"
Wright-Phillips, who was drinking tea, was choked. "You, cough, cough, what did you say? What can't be done? God, you are not God. You are just a captain and you want to control things that even God can't control..."
Endrit sat up straight and stared at Wright silently, who immediately closed his mouth and zipped up manually.
John Terry was shocked, delighted, and had some inexplicable emotions. "You... don't have that power. No captain of a team has that power!"
"That's fine," Endritt crossed his legs and looked at the TV. "But then again, Coach Capello doesn't speak English well. What should we do during training? Should we ask the translator to relay what we hear?"
"I will learn English within a month," Capello promised on TV, "I think direct communication with the players is very important. I will make learning English my primary goal in the next period of time..."
The four of them turned their heads to look at Endrit, "Wow~"
"This is a coincidence! This is definitely a coincidence!"
The press conference came to an end. When the reporters reluctantly left the Langham Hotel, they found McLaren, who had been fired, waiting outside. Without saying a word, the reporters took pictures of McLaren and even thought of a title in their minds: McLaren was fired and burst into tears outside the hotel, regretting his decision.
What? ! McLaren had a dark face and didn't cry at all? Does this matter? At worst, we can spend some time photoshopping some tears into his face. If that doesn't work, just don't add the photo. Anyway, people don't want to see McLaren's face again.
Yes, that's right. On the Internet, which McLaren paid no attention to, before the game on the 22nd was over, a large number of fans and netizens were criticizing his "elegance". 451 in the first half and 442 in the second half caused a large number of fans to laugh at him. He finally realized his own ability and changed back to the tactics in shame.
The long-accumulated complaints and anger will not completely disappear because of one game, not to mention that the victory in this game was not at all due to his "wise command". In the second half, he asked the players to attack, but the players chose to defend. That made everyone clearly realize that McLaren not only lost the support of the people, but he even lost the hearts of his own players.
Newspapers and news did not report on him because fans no longer wanted to spend time and money to pay attention to reports about him - perhaps when the heat is over, the media will have nothing to write about, and McLaren will be brought out to rehash the old story.
But that's later, not now.
McLaren didn't know. He felt very uncomfortable. A sentence kept playing in his mind: Mingming, I was here first...
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