Endrit was unaware of the drama in the stands at the time. After the final whistle of the game yesterday, Endrit was entrusted with the important task by his teammates, responsible for holding Lampard back until he returned to the locker room later.

why?

Because Lampard suppressed the final whistle and scored another goal! He scored a hat-trick in the cup!

"Lan, Lampard." Endrit reached out and pulled Lampard, "I have something to ask you."

"Huh?" Lampard waved his hand and raised his eyes in confusion, "What's the matter? " Is the national team okay?" Endrit glanced at the stands. "I think the national team coach McLaren came to watch the game today. Is he here to see you

?" "

Yes." Lampard didn't hesitate, he was even very confident, and there was even a hint of imperceptible contempt in his voice, "I'm using you as a lifeline."

"Ah?"

Lampard shook his head and raised his hand to hug Endrit. Walking forward with his shoulders, "National team, huh...how should I put it, the atmosphere has not been very good these days, or this year anyway. You can come if you want, but don't expect to make any friends. "

Endrit tilted his head in confusion, "Making friends? Aren't we going to the national team to win a trophy?"

Lampard was stunned for a second, then raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, "You mean the European Cup? Do you want to play in that game in Croatia? Are you so confident?"

To be honest, Endrit's biggest impression of the name Croatia was "Croatia Rhapsody", but now, the name seems a bit confusing. Lampard ptsd.

On the 12th of last month, Croatia defeated England 2:0. It was a game that made the English people feel so angry when it was mentioned. Whenever fans think of this game, they will pull out Manchester United defender Neville and curse him. Contest.

Without him, just because Neville scored an own goal in this game, successfully helping Croatia 2:0 England.

What's even more funny is that Neville was in poor form during the 2007-08 season and almost spent the season in the stands. Although Neville is the captain of Manchester United, Ferguson has someone in his hands, and the latter is not in good condition.

But the man in McLaren's hands...well, he started the car anyway, and then both of them were scolded miserably. Of course, it was McLaren who was scolded even worse. After all, Coach Ferguson has already demonstrated the correct usage. You... can't explain it in one sentence.

However, the people of England a month ago obviously did not realize that this own goal was not painful, but painful all the time - they never expected that on the 22nd of this month they would compete with Croatia at Wembley Stadium for the 2008 European Cup. Qualification for finals.

Note that it was England who took advantage of Croatia, who had already qualified, and won. They are expected to enter the European Cup finals.

If you lose, you will lie flat and be laughed at for decades.

"If it's you, maybe we still have a chance." Lampard suddenly became energetic. "You and I know that the opponent will definitely not be able to break the goal you defend. Even if we don't score, then... no, we must Scoring goals and drawing is not enough."

"But I don't seem to be able to play in the national team." Lampard lost his energy again. "The same is true for Gerrard. In the entire national team, only Crouch seems to be more adaptable and able. Scored a goal. "

"If I hadn't played well in the club, I would have doubted myself."

Lampard scratched his hair irritably, and Endritt immediately regretted holding Lan down. When Paddock used the national team as an excuse - he was obviously going to celebrate the happy moment with his teammates when Lampard successfully completed a hat-trick, so why did this make others depressed?

"It's okay, it's okay," Endrit put his arm around Lampard and led him towards the locker room. "Before, if you didn't score goals, it was because no one could cooperate with you on the court. But it will be different after that." Yeah, I might go to the national team, and I'll pass the ball to you directly."

"Don't you still believe me?" Endrit raised his eyebrows with a smile, looking at Lampard, "I don't care. Damn it!"

After saying that, the two of them had already reached the door of the locker room. Endrit reached out to push it. As soon as the door opened, champagne sprayed out from inside, covering the two people standing at the door from top to bottom. .

Endrit:? ? ? ?

Don't you look at people when you squirt? ah?

Lampard screamed and immediately rushed to Malouda who was holding champagne. "Where did you get this? What's going on with you guys?"

Sheva held back his smile and pulled Endrit to him, leaning towards him. Ear asked in a low voice: "What's the matter with you? Why are you standing with him to open the door?"

Endrit glanced at Sheva, "Who knew you didn't even look at who was outside and sprayed as soon as he opened the door? What if? " Is it the coach?"

"That's impossible," Sheva waved his hand, pulled Nderit aside and handed him a towel, "The coach has already gone to the office when he saw us doing this. You should quickly wipe yourself and change your clothes. The coach wants you to attend the post-match press conference."

Endrit sighed, took the towel, ruffled his hair briefly, changed his clothes and went out.

As soon as he stepped out of the locker room, Endritt forgot about the national team.

Unexpectedly, Mendes called that night and asked him if he wanted to join the national team.

"It depends on your own wishes," Mendes said very openly about the matter. "The England national team is in such a dilapidated state now. If you go there, it will definitely put you on a high level. If you feel any pressure, just No need to agree."

Endrit held the phone and turned around for several times. "I'll think about it again."

He was a person who often watched football games in his previous life. He also followed England's elimination from the 2008 European Cup. Many netizens posted comments mocking the fact that the Great Empire has no successor and may be the next national football team.

But it turns out that he was still too young when he was making fun of her. Anyway, he later deleted all the posts he made when he was young and frivolous.

So the question is, what on earth is he going to do? He remembered that England scored a goal in this game, so in fact, as long as he keeps the goal, they have hope of entering the European Cup.

"I'll think about it again," Endritt struggled for a long time but still couldn't make a choice. "I'll give you an answer tomorrow."

That night, Endritt had a rare dream. He dreamed that he was an adult.

Because he is of mixed race, the country is very keen to win over him. In the dream, he joined the national football team and had to return home every week to participate in the Asian League. However, the team still couldn't win because the tie was only one point. In the dream, Endritt couldn't accept it. He really wanted to win, so he started to officially Try to become a "goal striker", a player who can not only defend the goal but also score goals. In the dream, he seems to be very powerful. If you give him a pair of wings, he can fly...

[Host? Host? 】

【Host? ! ]

"Huh..." Endrit was pleasantly surprised from his sleep. He suddenly opened his eyes and gasped, "Huh... Huh..."

[Host? Are you okay? Did you just have a nightmare? You broke into a cold sweat. ]

Endrit shook his head, sat up from the big sofa and leaned on the back of the sofa, covering his eyes with his hands, "I'm fine."

[Host? ]

"Can you bring me a glass of water?"

【ah? 】

"Oh..." Endrit sighed, feeling very regretful, "I forgot that you have no body, so you can't do it anymore."

[Host...]

Endrit reached out and pressed his eyebrows, got off the sofa and went to the refrigerator. I took a bottle of mineral water, boiled it and let it get a little warm before I picked it up and took a sip.

Although it seemed that it would be more polite to reply to Mendes this morning, Endrit felt that if he didn't send a message to Mendes now, he might not be able to sleep tonight.

It was terrible, the future he dreamed of. He bounced around major sub-first-tier leagues but could not win any valuable trophies...

"Fortunately, you are here," Endritt said after coming to the team the next day and holding Lampard's hand. "I believe you will score, right?"

Lampard was very confused, "Do we have a game today?"

"I'm not talking about Chelsea, I'm talking about the national team."

Lampard pursed his lips, no Silenced.

Endrit was stunned for a moment, "What's going on? Why don't you say anything?!"

Lampard tried to pull his hand away from Endrit's, but he couldn't, so he could only turn his head. .

Endrit grabbed Lampard's chin and forced him to look at him, "Don't dare to look at me! Look into my eyes and tell me you can score!"

Lampard remained silent. Close your eyes.

Sorry Ritter, if you were talking about our club Chelsea, then I would definitely agree. But when it comes to the national team, this...

To be honest, he really doesn't have the confidence. A player who plays for the national team obviously performs well when he plays for his own club, but as soon as he comes to play for the national team...

How many games have they lost since the start of the European Cup qualifiers? Every time he thinks he can easily deal with an opponent, he ends up losing... What guarantee do you give him?

"I thought you just said that yesterday," Lampard held Endritt's hand and said seriously, "Why don't you just stop coming? Don't go through this muddy water."

Endritt said with a bitter face . Shaking his head, "I agreed, I will go to training with you next week."

Lampard glanced at Endrit sympathetically, stretched out his hand to hug him, "Okay, then you come with me. I'll be there I'll pick you up in the car when the time comes. Don't run around when you get there. Just follow me."

Endrit blinked, feeling that something was wrong. "Follow you and don't run around. Isn't it because I'm going to the national team? Is it a trap?"

Lampard snorted softly, "Well... after all, we have been losing, and the criticism from outside has not stopped. The atmosphere in the team is not very good. You... you have been more popular with the media recently. Welcome, if you run around, you may encounter some more petty people, cough cough..."

Lampard turned his head and coughed hard, stretched out his hand to press on Endrit's shoulder, "Anyway, just follow me when the time comes. "If Coach McLaren asks you to do targeted training, then you can do it as you do at Chelsea. Do you understand?"

"What?"

"Don't worry about what he said," Lampa said. De raised his eyes impatiently, "It would be terrible if you really believed him. He sometimes has several ideas a day. He always likes to have fantastic ideas. Sometimes I think about Beckham." This man has such a good temper, he is not angry at all."

Endrit said that he did not understand, and Endrit regretted it a little.

Damn it, why did he have such a terrible dream last night! It was better now, but reality is not that good now.