Chapter 35

After today’s training ended, Endrit went out to the parking lot with his bag, but he didn’t see the coach’s car as usual. Just as he was wondering, he saw another familiar car drive up to him. In front of him, the car window rolled down, and Mendes stuck his head out.

"Your coach has something to do. I'll take you home today."

Endrit raised his eyebrows slightly, but without saying anything, he opened the door and got directly into the passenger seat. He was putting on his seat belt when Mendez spoke again.

"How about it? Did you have a good chat with your teammates today?"

Endrit felt like laughing. He turned around and said deliberately: "Why did you have a good chat with your teammates?"

"After what Jose said, your teammates should be able to I'm considerate of you..." Mendes subconsciously explained, but he realized after he was halfway through the sentence: Ritter is not a little Ronaldinho, and he needs to break some things into pieces.

"Say thank you to the coach for me." Mendez's words stopped abruptly, and Endritt knew that he understood, so he said with a smile: "Of course, thank you too. Thank you for thinking about me and specifically saying "After saying this,"

Mendes tilted his head and coughed lightly, "It's not all about you. If a player really comes to Jose and says that he also wants to have the privileges you have now, then Jose will too. Teach him well. But if he doesn't have your talent, then we can only say sorry, right?"

"Yes," Endrit nodded with deep understanding, "I also hope that the team will be like me. There can be more players, and it is best for all defenders to train as hard as me."

In this way, during the official game, his four defenders, no, four defenders can stop the football in front of the goal . , the frequency with which he is hit by the football will certainly drop significantly.

Mendes also nodded subconsciously: It would be great if the players he signed now were as worry-free as Ritter.

...

On the morning of August 3, Mourinho drove the car into the parking lot. After Endrit got out of the car, he went directly to the locker room to change his jersey and start today's training, while Mourinho returned to the office to prepare for the game. Prepare for the new season.

But just after working for a while, the assistant knocked on the door and said that Cech's agent was here and wanted to talk to him.

Mourinho frowned, "Cech's agent?"

"Yes, he is outside now, do you want him to come in?"

"Come in," Mourinho stretched out his hand and rubbed his brow, "Get ready. " Two cups of coffee."

"Okay, sir."

The coffee brewed by the assistant tastes good, but Cech's agent Victor Carral has no intention of tasting the coffee. He just touched his butt in Mourinho's office. On the sofa, he asked directly: "Don't you want Cech to play this season?"

Mourinho was stunned for a moment, but he did not rush to explain but asked loudly, "Why do you think so?"

"Aren't you going to use that Endritt this season?" After asking the first sentence, Victor finally calmed down a little, "Jose, although Cech may still be unable to attend due to injuries this season. Competition, but this is definitely not the reason why you should give the starting position to a newcomer now!"

"Calm down, Victor." Mourinho immediately explained the privilege he had said before, "Do you believe that a 17-year-old is just a kid? Can a 20-year-old boy keep a clean sheet in every game? This is impossible, isn't it?

"I have to admit that Endrit is the future of the team and I am really trying my best to develop him. But he is the future, the future, and Cech is the present of the team. No one in our team can do without Cech! And it is precisely because Cech is on the team that I dare to train new goalkeepers like this! "

Victor closed his eyes and said, "Let's list it during the winter window this year. You know, Cech has always wanted to go to Arsenal..."

Before Cech went to play in France from the Czech Republic, he actually wanted to play in the UK first. However, because he failed to apply for the noble English labor certificate, he could only go to Rennes, France.

For Cech, no matter where he plays, what he desires most is to win the championship trophy. He originally wanted to go to Arsenal. It’s just because Arsenal has Wenger, who is very promising to become a champion.

“No, this is impossible! "Mourinho immediately rejected the proposal. Even if it was to be listed, Mourinho could not accept selling Cech to his team's competitor, "Victor, Chelsea cannot live without Cech! "

By the time the winter window comes around, that Endrit will have grown up already, right?"

"How could he grow up so fast? " Victor, believe me, with the two of them here this season, Chelsea will get more honors this season. Mourinho always feels as if he has missed something. "With Endrit here this year, Cech can have more time to recuperate from injuries. This is very helpful for him to extend his career, isn't it?"

"I guarantee you that if Cech's condition is okay, then he will definitely be able to play in important games. I will not abandon the victory of the game just to train Endrit!"

Victor was silent for a few seconds, "But Cech said that Endrit will grow up quickly.

Mourinho was silent for a few seconds. "What did you say?"

Victor briefly summarized what Cech described to him yesterday. What happened in the locker room after leaving.

Mourinho was silent for a longer time and then said: "You know, these players, especially young people like Endrit, are always more passionate. And at this time, we elders are just We need to be more considerate and give them more time to grow...

On

the court

today, Endrit sneezed several times during his throwing training, and he felt as if someone was really talking about him. of.

"Ritter, Mr. Mourinho asked you to go to his office."

"Huh?" Endrit held the football and turned to look at the assistant, "Now?"

"Of course not," the assistant shook his head gently. Shaking his head, "Go over after you finish training in the morning. Don't forget it."

"Okay," Endritt made an OK gesture, "I won't forget it, don't worry."

No wonder he just hit a few Sneeze, it turns out that Mourinho is talking about himself. I don’t know what it is. Is it something related to training?

The morning went by in a flash. Endrit went back to the locker room to change out of his jersey. He walked out of the locker room in his uniform and walked toward the coach's office door. On the way, he met Shevchenko who was standing against the wall without going to eat.

Smiling at the other party and nodding, he was about to pass by the other party when he was grabbed by the latter.

Endrit stopped and looked back at Shevchenko, "What's wrong, Sheva? Is there anything you need my help with?"

Shevchenko was stunned for a moment by Endrit's extremely natural title, " Ah, no, I just want to ask you a question."

"Okay," Endrit stretched out his hand and pulled Shevchenko up. "Why are you standing here waiting? Just ask if you have any questions next time. Yes, look how dirty this wall is."

"No, this wall is quite clean... No," Shevchenko realized something was wrong mid-sentence, and asked directly with some helplessness: "I just want to ask you, Just...is the promise made by the coach yesterday true?"

"It's true," Endritt nodded, "I happen to be going to the coach's office, shall we?"

"No, no." Shevchenko shook his head quickly and looked up at Eun with a smile on his face. Derrit, "Can you help me ask?"

Endrit blinked, then stepped forward and hugged Shevchenko's shoulders, "What are you thinking? Coach, he doesn't hate you. Yes, he actually likes you."

Shevchenko didn't believe it, but after Endrit said this, he could only smile.

"Then let me ask you a question," Endrit said without saying much. He reached out and patted Shevchenko on the shoulder. "But why don't you train with me tomorrow? We can practice goalkeeping and follow-up training." The forward's previous cooperation."

Shevchenko nodded slightly.

"Then it's settled," Endrit let go, "You go to eat, I'll go to the coach first."

"Bye, Sheva!"

Endrit waved to Shevchenko , Shevchenko also smiled and waved his hand. After Endrit's back disappeared around the corner, Shevchenko leaned against the wall again, lowered his head and stretched out his hand to rub his face hard.

He thought it would be difficult to speak. But...Endrit doesn't look as scary as yesterday? Is it because you haven’t finished training yesterday but you have finished training today?

...

Dong dong dong

"Please come in."

Endrit opened the door and walked straight to Mourinho's desk, "Coach, I'm here."

Mourinho raised his head and glanced at Endrit, "You Yesterday..."

"Me yesterday?" Endrit blinked, "Coach, what happened to me yesterday? Do you want to make up for it now?"

"What you said after I left the locker room yesterday ? , is it sincere? "

What you said yesterday? Which sentence? He said a lot yesterday.

Endrit was about to ask Mourinho which sentence he meant, but Mourinho just said forget it.

"Forget it, I'll give you half a day off. You go out and relax."

"Ah?"

Let him take a rest? Did the sun rise from the west this morning?

"Ah what? You have been practicing for such a long time without taking a break. You just take this opportunity to go out for a walk. You can go anywhere. Just stop practicing and relax."

Although it is good to train all the time, you still have to let people take a break. Take a break, otherwise people's thoughts may become extreme - Ritter didn't have this idea before, it must be that I have put too much pressure on him recently.

"Didn't I tell you before? Even if you don't keep a clean sheet, it doesn't matter even if you lose the game. No one can keep winning. After you lose, continue to train seriously. After that, I will arrange training matches and training matches. If you perform well in the game, I will let you continue to play, so you don't have to think about those things, understand?"

Endrit opened his mouth, wanting to say something that represented his extreme surprise. Word: What?

"Go and eat quickly, don't just stand around."

Endrit said subconsciously. As soon as he turned around, he remembered Shevchenko, so he quickly turned around and said, "By the way, coach, you hate it." That Shevchenko? If you don't like him, then I won't talk to him."

Mourinho touched his nose, "What are you talking about?"

"Who does the coach not like? I don't like anyone."

Mourinho pressed his temple with a headache, "No, I don't hate him, you are teammates, you don't want to do that in the future, no, you can't do it in front of your teammates. You know this?"

"Oh," Endritt nodded, "Can I practice with him tomorrow?"

"

Then coach..."

"Can you go to dinner, Ritter? Endrit

covered his mouth with his hands, nodded vigorously, then turned and left the office. Of course, he remembered to close the office door gently from the outside.

...

In the afternoon, Endrit, who was lying on the sofa in a daze, received a call from Xiao Luo, who excitedly asked him to read a few newspapers now.

"Can you just tell me no?" Endritt, who didn't want to move at all, changed his hand to hold the mobile phone. "What did the newspaper say?"

"David Seaman, you know, right? Your England goalkeeper, a few years ago He just retired. The reporters went to interview him. He said that he and his wife like you very much, and he thinks you are the goalkeeper!"

Endrit sat up from the sofa and turned on the speakerphone, "No way. There's no need for him to praise me like that. The media must have exaggerated

it. "No! It's true what they said in the newspaper! You are the goalkeeper, Ritter!" The most powerful goalkeeper I have ever seen!"

"Do you dare to say these words in front of Van der Sar?"

Then there was a cough from the other end of the phone, and Endritt smiled helplessly, "Okay, you Did you hear some fake news from Mendez? "

While the two were talking on the phone, David Seaman, who bought a few newspapers to see the content of the interview, was immediately angered by this. Face.

"I didn't say that at all!" David Seaman complained to his wife very aggrievedly, "They are just writing nonsense, nonsense, nonsense!"

"This is really too much! I saw them holding Where's the recorder?"

The wife looked at David's aggrieved face and silently suppressed what she wanted to say: No, no, no, there's no one who doesn't know that the reason why he got a recorder is to compile news. So that others know they are justified, right?