Chapter 86

Chapter 86

Using the simplest words to motivate your players before the game starts and hoping that they will perform well in the next game is a necessary skill that every head coach must be trained and acquire before taking up the job.

Just as coach Mourinho was using his absent teammates to motivate Chelsea players, in the home team's locker room, Fulham manager Hodgson was also using absent Chelsea players to motivate his own players.

"Chelsea's Terry, Lampard, Wright-Phillips and Makelele are all unable to play due to injuries. If we lose to Chelsea, who can't even put together a full starting lineup, how can we face the Fulham fans who have been supporting us at Craven Cottage in the cold wind?"

Yes, you heard it right, but it's not just Hodgson. Most Premier League coaches now won't say things like "beat Chelsea" when motivating their players. If he had still said this before Endrit lost the ball, it would not have been motivating the players but discouraging them.

Facing such a goalkeeper, facing this kind of goalkeeper who has never lost a goal in the game since he entered the home team, Hodgson was very troubled. After the game started, looking at Endritt who was full of energy and never relaxed, he began to comfort himself in his heart that 0:0 was already very good, and it was very good to take one point from Chelsea. Amen...

This idea was thrown aside by Hodgson ten minutes into the game because Fulham got a penalty kick. Fulham's No. 27 player D. Murphy took the penalty. Hodgson stood on the sidelines and prayed silently for D. Murphy: Not long ago, Ronaldinho missed the penalty as if by magic, so why couldn't D. Murphy of their team score the penalty as if by magic?

D. After a short run-up, Murphy swung his leg and kicked the football.

The football spun in the air like a fallen leaf, flew in front of the goal and then fell rapidly. Hodgson opened his eyes wide and saw that the football was about to fly into the net. Endrit flew over and pressed the football firmly under his body, giving Fulham no more shooting opportunities.

Hodgson's heart finally died.

In the 28th minute of the game, Fulham found another chance. The ball was passed from the backcourt by defender Omozus to the frontcourt. Forward D. Kamara received the ball outside the penalty area and took a long shot.

The ball was powerful, but the angle was a bit off, and it hit the left post and went wide.

In the 43rd minute of the game, Fulham midfielder C. Dempsey shot from outside the small penalty area. Endrit quickly moved to the left to block the goal. The football hit Endrit's calf directly, and before it could be bounced away, Endrit bent down and grabbed it into his arms.

D. Murphy, who was standing aside ready to take a follow-up shot, grabbed a handful of hair in annoyance: Aren’t you going to give me no chance at all?

With only two minutes left in the game, Chelsea tried to launch another attack, but the ball had just been passed to the frontcourt and Kalou had just touched the ball when referee Halsey blew the whistle to end the first half.

"The score is 0:0, which is very good," Hodgson applauded his players in the home team's locker room. "Compared to the poor performances of most teams against Chelsea, you have done very well. What you have to do next is very simple, and that is to keep this score until the end of the game!"

"Coach! I think I can score a goal!"

"Very good! D. Murphy! Just keep up this never-give-up attitude! Then next, if there is a chance, score a goal! Let Chelsea go home in tears and disgrace!"

…

In the away team's locker room, Mourinho put his hands in his pockets and said seriously, "The score at halftime is 0:0. Are you going to keep this score until the end of the game? If so, I will call Makelele now and ask him to turn off the TV in the ward and stop watching this boring game."

"In the first half, including penalties, Fulham had only three shots, while Chelsea had seven shots, twice as many as Fulham. But why didn't we score a single goal? Is it because the opposing goalkeeper A. Niemi is better than Endrit? Should we buy the opposing goalkeeper in the winter transfer window this year so that we can win directly next time we face Fulham?"

"Sidwell, Cole," Mourinho began to call out names, "You two don't need to play in the second half, Mikel and Ferreira, you two play."

Mourinho did not explain the reason. After saying the substitution, he turned and left the locker room. But coach Mourinho's silence made everyone else feel more at ease, and they played very actively at the beginning of the second half.

Less than nine minutes into the second half, Chelsea defender Alex made a long pass from the backcourt, assisting Kalou to score in front of the penalty area, and Chelsea took the lead over their opponents by one goal!

After watching the football rush into the opposite goal, Kalu turned around in surprise and ran to Alex to thank him for his assist. Then, Kalu trotted to Endrit, stuck out his butt and signaled Endrit to kick him.

Endrit: ? ? ! !

What are you doing, brother? !

"Hurry! Ritter! Makelele will be so angry that he will jump up from the bed!"

In public, his teammates wanted to interact with him. Endrit couldn't just stand in front of the goal and do nothing, so he had to bite the bullet and gently kick Kalou. Kalou rolled over on the lawn and jumped twice towards the camera, putting his hands in front of his mouth and shouting to Makelele, "Hey! Makelele! I won!"

"Win~"

The other teammates also interacted with Kalu enthusiastically and cheerfully. They shouted "win~" and shook their bodies. The fans in the stands also sang songs in response. Endrit took a deep breath, walked to the post, squatted down, and stared at the grass in a daze.

"I am too normal and I feel out of place because I can't fit in with my abnormal teammates"

"Oh my God!" What can I do to save you, my eyes! My ears! My heart! ! ! 》

Thank God, when Endrette was about to fall, referee Halsey finally blew the whistle to restart the game.

As soon as the whistle sounded, Endrit jumped up instantly, stood in front of the goal with his arms open, and looked at the field menacingly.

Four minutes later

Fulham striker D. Kamara received a pass from his teammate C. Dempsey while blocking Chelsea defender Bridge. At the same time, D. Murphy appeared on the right side of D. Kamara.

Kamara faked a shot and passed the ball. The ball brushed his toes and flew horizontally to the right. D. Murphy stepped forward and volleyed the ball without waiting for it to land. The ball spun at high speed and rushed towards the goal. Endrit turned around and moved quickly to the front of the goal. He stared at the ball and did not choose to catch it or block it. Instead, he aimed in the direction and kicked it directly at the ball.

The football, which was just running at high speed, was changed in direction by the new force. It quickly passed D. Murphy and others and flew towards Chelsea's frontcourt.

After kicking the football out of the goal, Endrit's brain, which had just been completely occupied by adrenaline, finally became a little clearer: What did he just do? Just kick the ball out? !

Oh God! Yes, yes, it is not a foul to do so, but was he too impulsive just now? What if he missed his aim and failed to kick the ball directly, and instead let the ball go into the goal? If he hadn't kicked the ball away, wouldn't that have been worse than an own goal? !

Endrit tried hard to stay calm, his expressionless face full of panic. At this moment, he really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, but he couldn't. He had to quickly put aside these distractions and focus on the football to prevent the opponent Fulham players from launching a fast break... What? !

"beep……"

Referee Halsey blew the whistle again to signal the goal was valid. Less than five minutes later, Chelsea players who had made no progress in the first half scored again. Kalou, who stayed in the frontcourt and successfully received the ball and scored a long shot, excitedly turned and rushed towards Endrit. Fulham goalkeeper A. Niemi turned his head to look at the ball in the goal and asked his own defender a soul-searching question: "What are you doing?! How did Chelsea pass the ball so quickly!"

Not to mention the Fulham goalkeeper, even the fans sitting in the stands on the other side only reacted when they saw the football fly into the goal. The commentators in the studio were very excited and kept replaying the scene of Endrit rushing up and kicking the football to the front court.

“Rit!!”

"He is simply a god!"

The moment he saw the football fly into the goal, Endrit was completely stunned, until Kalu ran over excitedly from the frontcourt, shouting "I Know you love that!!!" and standing on the side with his butt sticking out.

Endrit: ...

Endrit felt that he had no friendship with this teammate. He reached out and grabbed Kalu's collar and pulled him up, "I don't like this thing at all!"

Kalu laughed and hugged Endrit to celebrate, then started dancing with the other teammates. Endrit lowered his eyes and walked silently to the post, squatted down, and reached out to grab the system that turned him into grass.

'You influenced me again? '

[No, host!] This is your truest thought! real! 】

Endrit said nothing, but just stabbed the system with cold knives.

[It just amplifies your next thought when the host's emotions fluctuate greatly. This is just a trivial side effect after the upgrade. What's more, that was your idea in the first place. Now you are just realizing this idea in advance! 】

Endrit closed his eyes, stood up and didn't want to talk anymore.

What should he say? When he was a corporate slave in his previous life, he would have thoughts like "kill that damn boss", "destroy this crappy world", "I don't want to live anymore" every day. If he took every one of them seriously, he would have lived his third life now - if he could really live another life.

But the rigid system programs are completely unable to understand the inconsistency and duplicity of humans most of the time.

“Beep, beep, beep…”

The game resumed, and Chelsea, who scored two goals in five minutes, put Fulham under great pressure. Coach Hodgson made three consecutive substitutions, but that not only did not produce any immediate effect, the new player, Stefanovic, who was full of energy and momentum, committed a malicious foul and was given a yellow card by the referee Halsey, and Chelsea also got a penalty kick.

Ballack takes the penalty

Under the gaze of the entire audience, in the second game after returning from injury, Ballack ran towards the football like the wind, kicked, shot, and the ball went in!

"GOALLLL!!! The ball goes in!"

"Shit!" Hodgson kicked the grass angrily.

Trailing by three goals, with only ten minutes left in the game, and the opposing goalkeeper was Endrit. Oh, damn, that pass Endrit just made! shit! This kid really relies on his youth to kick anything!

The ten-minute break was so short that it almost passed in an instant. But the ten-minute game time was very long for Fulham players. When they finally broke through Chelsea's defense and shot directly at the goalkeeper, they had to face a goalkeeper with a cold and extremely serious face.

"Bang~"

After seeing the football being caught by Endrit again and thrown to his defender teammate, D. Murphy sighed deeply, and when he turned around and ran back, he couldn't help but start thinking that it would be quite good to be in the same team with Endrit. If he and Endrit are not in the same team, and the former doesn't let him win, then when they are in the same team, Endrit will definitely let him win and let him score a goal, right?

(All Chelsea players: Are you thinking about peach?!)

Amid the singing of Chelsea fans, the first game of the New Year 2008 finally came to an end. Chelsea defeated their opponents 3:0 away and took away three points from Craven Cottage.

The game was over, but it was hard to stop the fans' heated discussions because this game had brought them so many surprises that they couldn't wait to share their thoughts with the people around them.

Except Endrit.

The system turned into a butterfly squatting above Endrit's head, not daring to make a sound.

Endrit walked slowly into the locker room, calmed himself down and smiled faintly. As soon as he opened the door, he found that his teammates were talking to Makelele on the phone.

Seeing Endrit coming in, Kalu, who was holding his phone, waved to Endrit excitedly, "Ritter, come here quickly!"

Endrit walked over with a smile and greeted Makelele on the other end of the phone, "Hey, my friend, how are you?"

"I'm fine. The doctor said I recovered well after the operation. But Ritter, I heard Kalu say You Love that?"

Endrit: ...

shit! Oh no no no, calm down, calm down, Ritter. calm! keep Calm!

"No, I don't love this." Endritt reached out to take the phone. "But if you insist on taking this as a testimony of our friendship, I will do so when you return to the team and can play with us."

"Okay, take a rest, I'll hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, the smile on Endrit's face disappeared instantly. He flexed his wrists and tilted his head to look at Kalu who had been hiding behind the crowd, "Why are you hiding? I'm not going to beat you up."

keep Calm? ! shit! I can't keep calm at all!

…

Before coach Mourinho arrived at the locker room, Endrit relied on his strength and the fact that the other party was in the wrong and did not try to hide, making his teammates laugh - of course, they didn't want to laugh, but they couldn't stop laughing when Endrit tickled their skin and tears came out.

Because of the embarrassing history when he first joined the team, the team rarely looked for Endrit to celebrate after scoring a goal - or rather, Endrit did not participate in the team's goal celebrations at all in the beginning.

This had almost become an unspoken rule of the Chelsea team at the time. Some fans raised questions about this matter, but they all received a unified response from Chelsea officials: Endrit prefers to focus all his attention on the football on the court.

The fans believed it and were proud and happy about it.

But the Chelsea players didn't know, or even if they knew, they didn't care. They were trying to get Endrit to join in the goal celebrations in every game, just like today!

But unfortunately, their attempt seems to have failed.

"Oh my God! Look at this photo! What are the media saying?" Kalu waved the newspaper and read the words below the photo: "Poor, weak, helpless?"

"It's me who is pitiful, weak and helpless, okay? I laughed so hard yesterday that my face still hurts!"

Alex clicked his tongue in disgust, "What does this have to do with Endrit? You're obviously lacking in exercise."

Kalu was shocked, "Huh?"

Belletti nodded in agreement. "Alex is right. This is entirely due to your lack of exercise."

Kalu was silent. He stood up with the newspaper and said, "No more talking. I'm going to go exercise now! Really, I can't say a word to you defenders!"

"Hey! Ritter! Are you done with training?" Kalu, who had just frowned, couldn't help laughing when he saw Endrit walking by. He waved his hand vigorously at Ritter, "Do you want to rest too? Have you read today's newspaper?"

"Not yet," Endrit covered his face with his hands and sighed, "I dare not look. I don't think it will be a good word. After all, I was a little impulsive yesterday, and I squatted there in silence while you were celebrating..."

"Oh no, the media didn't say that at all," Kalu handed the newspaper to Endrit, "Look for yourself, they all say that you look immature but you are actually very fragile and sensitive inside. You don't like the kind of celebrations that are too noisy, but for your teammates, you still struggled to overcome your fear and anxiety. You are simply the best teammate in the world! Oh yes, I think so too."

Endrit exclaimed, "Ah!" and almost thought he had heard it wrongly. But did he really hear it right? This was completely different when they talked about Ronaldinho a few days ago. Today he thought the media would definitely criticize him for being a loner.

"The coach did say you were too impulsive when you passed the ball yesterday, but the media are praising you. You are no longer a goalkeeper. In their eyes, you are almost a god!"

"Oh, of course," Kalu cleared his throat and said seriously; "It's too exaggerated to say you're a god, but I have to say they're right about one thing, you are indeed the best teammate in the world."

He clearly didn't like this extroverted way of expression, even his hair was resisting it, but he still made a promise to Makelele on the phone.

"Little brat," Kalu touched Endrit's head, "Don't always care too much about other people's feelings. When you carried me aside during the game yesterday, I really wanted to say well done. You finally did what you thought..."

Endrit raised his leg as if to kick someone, but Kalu immediately withdrew his hand and ran away.

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