After the nerve-wracking press conference, Endrit realized how wrong he was: it turned out that it was not only the British media who could brag, but also the British players' bragging was very troublesome.

"You're so awesome. You actually know that the orthodox sun god is Helios. I even checked it out because I was afraid you would make a mistake, but you turned out to be right!"

Endrit stared at Ashley for a few more seconds. "Since when did you stop learning?"

"I didn't learn this when I was in the Arsenal Youth Corps..."

Ashley's voice gradually became smaller under Endrit's gaze, and the latter sighed silently. "Well, it's not your fault."

Ashley was dissatisfied, "Does your Chelsea youth team learn this?"

"No," Endritt shook his head, "How could the youth team of the team learn this kind of thing?

"Then how do you know?" " Well," Endrit raised his

feet and took a step back silently, "Would you beat me if I said this was common sense?"

Derrit took hold of his wrist.

"I think, instead of telling me this, you should learn from today's back four," Endrit said, holding Ashley's shoulders and walking towards Alex and the others. "Look at how well they played in the second half. How positive you are. It would be great if you can be so active when playing in the future. "

"I am injured now and can only walk slowly. If I want to play football, I will have to wait until a month later..."

"Okay, okay, you. No kicking, no kicking." Endrit waved his hand to interrupt Ashley's words, walked up to today's four defenders and waved, "Are you okay later? If so, I'll treat you to a meal. "

No, you only invited four of them?"

"Whose money was brought by the strong wind?" Endrit's voice rose, "Of course I only invite teammates who are serious about helping defense on the court. Reply like this." How can I treat you to dinner when you only run around the midfield?"

"Then you must be wrong. I am very active in defense every time."

So where should we go to eat? There's nothing good to eat near us. "

It's better to go directly to the pub... Oops, I forgot that some people can't go."

Endrit cleared his throat and said seriously: "If you don't think it's embarrassing for me to drink milk in the pub, then I'm willing to go. " "

The locker room was quiet for a few seconds, and then everyone unanimously decided to have dinner at the barbecue restaurant where John Terry promised to eat delicious food.

After an hour,

the teammates who were free to eat turned to look at John Terry silently, with doubts on their faces: This Is it the delicious barbecue you just promised? You can’t even eat a few pieces!

“They may have changed people,” John lowered his head and whispered, “It didn’t taste like this last time. "

What made the players uncomfortable was not only the unpalatable barbecue, but also the extremely enthusiastic boss, who even asked them to take photos and sign autographs. When they were about to leave after eating a little bit, the boss even came over to ask them how they tasted. So, are you satisfied with the meal?

"The drinks here are delicious. Endrit took a few steps back silently to avoid the boss's blazing gaze, and reached out to touch John, who quietly shrank back.

John coughed lightly, and stood in the eyes of everyone who was crowded (crossed out) . Come out.

"Today's barbecue doesn't taste as good as the last time I came here by myself," John said bluntly, "I hope it can return to the original level next time I come. Boss, let's leave first. "

After saying this, everyone slipped out of the store. They were far away from the store before they looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"There's no next time! I swear I will never eat here again! "

It's terrible. Why are you so unreliable, John?" Who did you come with last time? "

Everyone just finished complaining about John's unreliability in the last second, and the next second God started to rain very unreliably.

Although everyone has been very accustomed to the weather here after playing football in the UK for many years, this sudden rain still made Everyone sighed in unison,

“Fortunately it didn’t rain during the game. "

We should all have driven out in our own cars just now. Are we going back to the club now?" "

" Then go to the parking lot now? Endrit ran his hands through his hair and looked up at the sky. "

This place is quite close to my home. Why don't you go to my place for a while and then go back when the rain stops? It seems to be raining harder and harder." "

The rain in England seems to have the effect of lowering memory. When he drove to the door of his house, Ashley suddenly remembered something.

"Wait, wait, wait! Is your home right next door to the coach’s home?

"Yes, what's wrong? "

"Then we won't run into the coach when we come back now, right? " "

Probably not, it's so late, coach, he should have fallen asleep..." Endrit lost his voice mid-sentence, silently opened the door, got out of the car, walked a few steps forward, looked up and looked at the man standing with an umbrella. Mourinho outside, "Coach, you haven't slept yet, hahaha..."

"I see it's so late and you haven't come back yet, so wait outside," Mourinho paused and looked behind him. The players who got out of the car frowned, "Why are you here? "

Although the coach didn't say much at the end of the day, and even very considerately lent umbrellas to the players present, and allowed them to arrive at the club late the next day, the players, whether they came or not, finally reached a consensus: Don’t hang around Endrit’s house anymore!

“Okay,” Endrit shrugged, “Then I won’t be able to invite you to my house.

"No, do you plan to live there forever? "

Endritt nodded. He could understand the feelings of his teammates and understand their thoughts, but he would not do the same thing. "I think it's good to live close to the coach. I can usually train at home. " Ask for help at any time and let the coach work overtime for free to help me see if my saves are up to standard. "

Before he finished speaking, Endrit noticed that the eyes of nearby teammates were instantly filled with question marks.

"I thought you had changed, but in fact you have not changed at all. God, I have heard from a player in my lifetime that the coach should work overtime for free! "Ashley looked up at the sky and reached out to pat his face, "Am I awake now? Am I dreaming? "

Endrit was silent for a moment and finally planned to ask the team doctor if his teammates could be allowed to go to a special area while they are recovering so as not to hang around in front of players who need serious training!

...

" Have you contacted Endrit's agent? Can we really use him for publicity? If you look at the news in the British media now, they don’t mention Iron Man at all. "

[Not just Apollo, the guardian of the lion, but also Helios, the sun god!]

Jamil picked up the newspaper in confusion, "Is this title about Endrit? "

Cemil unfolded the newspaper and read it briefly, and found that the headline was really about Endrit: Endrit showed his lion tattoo to reporters at the post-match press conference. The media said that goalkeeper Endrit was specially Favored by Apollo, who protects the lion, Endrit is also the true form of the sun god Helios walking in the world.

"Am I reading some fantasy novel?" Jamil looked up at his assistant Ball, "What are the British media talking about?"

"It's just nonsense. Anyway, before Endrit has broken the clean sheet record, regardless of Endrit Whatever you say, the British media can brazenly blow it off. Endrit is not angry at losing their face. You see, he is trying to save himself. Apollo is the guardian of Leo, so what does it have to do with the lion?

"Why does Apollo protect Leo..." "

That's not important!" Bauer raised his hand to interrupt Jamil's question, "The point is, have you contacted Endrit's agent?" Didn't you say that contacting him in person would show more concern?"

"Football agents are always greedy," Jamil frowned, "Donnie mentioned Endrit in his interview yesterday. But there is no response from there. "

"What should we do?"

"How about inviting a reporter to England tomorrow?" Ball tried to give a suggestion, "Chelsea plays Manchester City at home tomorrow, and he should attend the press conference after the game. Yes."

"Okay."

...

Endrit didn't know that his dream came true the day before yesterday. After playing the Champions League group match with Schalke 04, he played against Manchester City in the Premier League. I didn't have time to read the newspapers in England, let alone check the American news.

As for Mendez, he was busier than Endrit. Although he always remembered Ritter's words, they never contacted him. Naturally, Mendez would not rush to call to inquire.

And under normal circumstances, the British media has always been happy to convey this magical linkage between the football world and the film festival, but... when the British media now face Endrit, the questions are one after another, and the news is completely endless. There is no such thing as off-field matters.

Chelsea will play Manchester City at home on Saturday, October 27 at 14:00.

Endrit is a little unhappy, not only because there are still light raindrops in the sky, but also because today coach Mourinho set up a 422 formation and returned to play in the Premier League. Coach Mourinho did not Put 451!

But Manchester City used a 451 formation in this game, with goalkeeper Hart and defenders Richards, Joel Luca, Garrido and Dunn. The five midfielders, from left to right, are Johnson, Petrov, Elano, Hamann and Ireland, and the forward is Samaras.

Endrit's eyes circled around Chelsea's four defenders: Carvalho, Belletti, Alex and Ferreira.

Since the last time he almost assisted the opponent in the Champions League, allowing Endrit to achieve "three saves" in a short period of time, Belletti was kicked out of the starting position after the game and did not return to the starting position until today - it should be Because they have performed well defensively recently, two generals were injured and did not play, so Belletti had the opportunity to start.

Endrit had no objection to this. His only thought was that this game should not keep him busy.

It is fun to play football on the court, but it will not be happy if it is too full.

"Beep..."

Referee Riley blew the whistle and the game officially started.

"This game is very special for Essien and Drogba, because as long as they win this game, Essien will have achieved his personal achievement of winning 50 games in the Premier League," the commentator said passionately, "As long as Winning this game will bring Drogba’s cumulative number of wins in the Premier League to 100!”