Early in the morning on the 4th, Lampard drove his car and parked downstairs at Endrit's house. After Didi pressed the horn a few times, he suddenly remembered that the coach lived next door, so he immediately raised the car window. When he came up, he looked out the window guiltily and didn't see the coach before taking out his cell phone and calling Endrit.

"Hey, I'm downstairs at your house. Come down quickly."

"I'm eating. Why are you here so early? Have you eaten in the morning?"

Lampard listened to the voice on the other end of the phone from Endritt. The voice of Tang hesitated for a second and then concluded: "Although I had breakfast, I can still eat it if I eat it now."

"Then you come in and eat some more, I'll go out and wait for you now!" Lan

! Pad agreed, got out of the car and walked downstairs to Endrit's house.

"Lampard! I'm here!" Endrit stood in front of Mourinho's house, jumped twice, and waved to Lampard.

Lampard walked over stiffly and stood firm in front of Endrit, his voice a little erratic, "Are you eating at the coach's house today?"

"Uh..." Endrit raised his head slightly and thought for a while, "Only I came here to eat this morning. The coach usually brings me food and I eat it while sitting in the car."

After a moment of silence, Lampard silently gave a thumbs up, then touched his belly and said with regret. : "I just came down to enjoy the wind for a while, and now I don't feel so hungry, so I stopped eating and waited outside..."

"I told the coach," Endrit interrupted Lampard, "Mr. Tilde should have served you hot soup."

Lampard couldn't refuse, and he walked into the coach's house with Endrit and drank a bowl of hot soup under Mourinho's gaze. Picked up another sandwich and finished it.

"Is it delicious?" Endrit turned his head and looked at Lampard, "I made this."

"It's delicious." Lampard gave a thumbs up, "You are very talented."

"Try again. Try this," Endrit picked up another smaller piece of sandwich and handed it to Lampard, "How does it taste?"

Lampard opened his mouth and took a bite, frowning, "This..."

Endrit Te leaned into Lampard's ear and whispered quickly and quietly: "The coach made it."

"It's very delicious!" Lampard finished the meal in one bite, "I think the taste is very imaginative and I like it. Taste! It’s a pity that there’s not much left, otherwise I could eat another one!”

Endrit covered his face with his hands and couldn’t bear to look at it: just praise it! Why do you need to add the last sentence? Hey!

Five minutes later

, Lampard opened the car door with a sandwich in hand, his face full of luck, "Fortunately, I reacted quickly and said I wanted to give it to my teammates in the national team to try, otherwise I would have died at the coach's house today. You are not together." "Is it made? Why is the taste so different?"

"Who knows?" Endrit sighed, "It may be that God opens a door for him and then closes a window for him." " Do you want to go so early?" "I'm going to take you around the training base first," Lampard

said casually: "Isn't it your first time? You have to get familiar with it."

He muttered, "Is there a more convenient place to catch fish?"

Lampard chuckled softly and raised his eyebrows at Endrit in an exaggerated way, "Coach McLaren is not here, any place can be very convenient.

The training location of the national team is in Staffordshire, England, which is known as the most expensive national football training base in the world: St. George's Park .

"When we get here, let's go to the gym to practice first. By the way," Lampard turned to look at Endrit, "How many pull-ups can you do in one minute?"

"I haven't tested this, have you? ?"

Lampard raised his chin slightly and said proudly, "26!"

"I don't believe it," Endrit curled his lips, "Unless you show it later,

" Lampard looked around. Look, "Where is Wright-Phillips? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

"You called?"

"I don't have his phone number," Lampard looked at Endritt's questioning eyes and raised his eyebrows, "You "Yes?"

Endrit looked away silently, "So far I only have your phone number, because we have to contact you this morning."

"It's normal. I only have the phone numbers of a few teammates," Lampard stretched out his hand. Patting Endrit on the shoulder, "Anyway, we basically see each other every day during the season. During the offseason, no one wants to see each other."

The two waited at the entrance of the base for a while before Wright-Phillips hurried over.

Before anyone arrived, Wright-Phillips' words had already floated over him, "I haven't had breakfast yet. I'm going to the hotel here to have something to eat. Do you two want to eat together?"

Lampard hesitated. He said, "I have a sandwich here, do you want to eat it?"

"Sandwich? Okay!"

So the three of them returned to the car. Lampard took out the bag from the car, took out the sandwich and handed it to Wright-Phillips , the latter didn’t think much and took a bite directly after opening it.

"Coach Mourinho made this himself."

Wright-Phillips was stunned for a moment, and then swallowed the sandwich with difficulty. "It's delicious!"

Endrit and Lampard looked at each other and laughed loudly. stand up.

"Split it," Endritt reached out for the sandwich, "divide it into three parts and we can eat some each and solve this problem."

Lampard continued, "Then we will accompany you to the hotel for dinner."

Endritt raised the hand Start, "Finally, go to the gym to see who can do the most pull-ups!"

"It should be me, I can do thirty."

"Thirty? What are you bragging about? Then I can still do sixty. " No

, you're too good at it. If it's sixty, wouldn't it be a world record?"

...

Half an hour later, the three of them appeared in the gym.

"There was no one, so I knew we were here too early!"

"Stop talking nonsense, let's have a competition?"

Wright-Phillips came first, because he was the most exaggerated just now, saying very confidently that he could do thirty indivual.

"One, two...nineteen, twenty, twenty-one! Time's up!"

Wright-Phillips let go of his hand and jumped down, clapped his hands and regretted, "I just finished eating and I have no energy in my hands."

"Stop making excuses, what does this have to do with eating or not?" Lampard reached out and pushed Wright-Phillips away, "Let me do it!" Endrit

continued counting, "One, two...twenty, twenty One, twenty-two! Time's up!"

Endrit handed the timer's phone to Wright-Phillips and stepped forward to push away Lampard, who was still muttering, "I ate too much in the morning, which affects my performance." , "Let me do it!"

Lampard and Wright-Phillips looked at the time together, "One, two...twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five! Time is up!"

"Hey," Endrit jumped down and touched his belly with his hand, "You had a good meal this morning. You are performing exceptionally well!"

"You had a good meal?" Wright-Phillips was a little envious. "What did you eat in the morning?"

Lampard said with a small face, "I ate the sandwich made by the coach, but I also ate it. Why can't I do it today? No, I want to try again."

"Then I ate it too, and I want to try again. Try! It must have been an accident!"

The two took turns to try again, but the results the second time were much worse than the first.

"This must be because you wasted too much energy just now!"

The two said the same sentence at the same time. Endrit stood aside with his arms folded and said "childish" with all his strength!

After the three of them stayed in the gym for about half an hour, they went shopping together again. No, they gave Endrit a brief introduction to St. George's Park. Finally, at half past nine, they stood at McLaren, where they had agreed to train together. On the court, I found that the three of them were the first to arrive.

At almost ten o'clock, McLaren's assistant arrived at the court and asked the three players who had arrived first to warm up.

After that, several familiar players arrived one after another. What was unexpected and reasonable was that almost every new player took the initiative to say hello to Endrit.

"You're in trouble," Lampard reached out and patted Endritt on the shoulder. "If there is a training match later and you don't keep a clean sheet, do you believe these guys will tell the media that you can't do it when they leave St. George's Park?"

Endritt said. Confused, "Huh?"

Wright-Phillips nodded slightly and agreed with Lampard's statement, "If we were not on the same team, I would be like this."

Endrit looked up at the sky silently, "Then I hope Don’t play a training match today.”

“Probably not,” Lampard glanced at the players who came to the training base today. “Everyone is here.”

At half past ten, the national team coach McLaren arrived. court.

Although there were only eleven players present, he still announced the news of a training match at eleven o'clock.

"The six of you are team A, and the five of you are team B."

Lampard stood in team A and glanced at Endrit who was in team B, casting a sympathetic look at him.

McLaren asked Carson to be the goalkeeper of the A team, and gave Carson a chance to defeat famous and capable players such as Lampard. Let Endritt be the goalkeeper of team B, and specially arrange for Endritt to be a substitute in the national team. His strength is not weak, but compared to the members of team A, he is a little less impressive.

"Ritter," before the start of this nondescript training match, McLaren walked up to Endrit, reached out and patted the latter's shoulder, and said seriously: "You are our England goalkeeper, I think you must You won't let us down, right?"

Endrit wanted very much to spit in McLaren's face without being polite at this moment, but he couldn't, and he could only nod - nodding without a smile was already enough. He finally became stubborn.

In order to show his support for Endritt, McLaren stood on the sideline closest to Endritt and blew the whistle to start the training game.

The six players of Team A are forward Crouch, midfielders Lampard, Wright-Phillips, Gerrard, defender Lescott and goalkeeper Carson.

The five players of Team B are forwards Bente and Defoe, midfielder Hargreaves, defender Brown and goalkeeper Endritt.

The player configuration was very unreasonable. McLaren blatantly cheated and designated Team A to kick off first.

Team A's forward Crouch brought the football from the wing straight into the B team's penalty area. Defender Brown couldn't guard Crouch alone. The latter quickly looked at Endrit in the penalty area, raised his foot, and shot!

A very fast shot that went straight to the top right corner of the goal.

Immediately after Crouch's kick, Endritt moved laterally to the right, then immediately took off, heading straight for the football with his arms raised high.

Crouch stared at the football, ready to shoot at any time.

But Endritt didn't give Crouch this chance at all: when he was at Chelsea, he had four defenders, but most of the time he would choose to hold the football in his arms and not give the opponent a chance to make up the shot. What's more, what about the current training match that left him speechless, with only one defender defending in front of the goal?

If he dares to save the football, not only Crouch will be busy making up the shot, but his good teammates Lampard and Wright-Phillips will probably not miss this good opportunity to make up the shot.

But if you just touch the football with your fingertips, you can obviously only slap the football away, so Endritt took a step forward before taking off, leaned his head forward slightly, stretched his arms, slapped the football towards himself, and dropped it. Then he would hold the football in his arms with his hands.

In order to prevent the back of his head from directly hitting the crossbar behind him, Endritt kept his head slightly sticking out. After landing on the court, he stood up straight, took a step back and threw the football to his teammate Ben in front of him. special.

"Toot!"

McLaren on the sidelines blew the whistle and stood within Endritt's line of sight to give him a thumbs up.

Endritt tugged at the corner of his mouth expressionlessly, replaying the save just now in his mind, tears flowing silently in his heart: What is the difference between that posture just now and the little turtle that just crawled out of the river?

[Host, the little turtle pokes his head in because he has a shell on his back...]

'Shut up! '

The little turtle has a shell on its back, doesn't it have a big black pot on its back?

Endritt took a deep breath and calmed down a little before he found Crouch rushing into the penalty area with the football.

Brown, the defender who exists and does not exist at all, stretched out his hand helplessly and watched as Crouch flew past him and volleyed at the football.

The angle of this ball is very positive. For ordinary goalkeepers, the excessive force brought by this ball may make them unable to bear to let go, but for Endrit, this kind of shot is simply sending him warmth. . He didn't even move much, he just spread his legs, squatted down slightly, and then firmly put the shot into his arms.

Endrit couldn't help but cast an appreciative look at Crouch: Very good, very good, this is how to shoot!

Five minutes later

, under Endrit's increasingly numb eyes, Crouch and Gerrard broke through to the frontcourt together (Brown: Although he didn't catch up with these two at all, it sounded better to use a breakthrough. To save face), Crouch passed the ball to Gerrard and immediately shot.

Endritt swooped to the left and pressed the football under him. After getting up from the turf, he threw the football to defender Brown.

Brown turned around with the ball and moved forward. Just as he was about to pass the football to the center, Gerrard cut it off. Not long after Endrit took back his hand, Gerrard kicked the football and the football spun at high speed. Toward the goal.

Is the angle between the ball and the ground so large? No, Gerrard's shot just now was not a lob, but the position of the ball...

Endrit glanced at the flight path of the football, pursed his lips, took a step directly, and put it under Gerrard's surprised eyes. This fallen leaf ball was put into his arms.

Gently stroking the football with his hand, Endrit bent down and placed the football at his feet. After straightening up, he glanced at Lampard and Wright-Phillips in the midfield. He closed his eyes regretfully, and then put the football The kick was given to forward Defoe, who was in the frontcourt at the moment.

Defoe is in a good position and no one is guarding him - although in fact there is no one to guard him at all.

In short, Defoe broke through defender Lescott's defense and faced goalkeeper Carson, and successfully sent the football into the goal with a lob.

"Dudududu..."

McLaren blew the whistle at the end of the game and clapped hard and walked towards Endrit, "That's great! Every save you made was wonderful! You are worthy of being the goalkeeper, you are me The best goalkeeper I have ever seen!"

'Then you have seen too few people? '

【ah? Host? What's wrong? ]

'I'm not talking to you. '

[Oh, okay host, then 33 continues to sleep and accumulate strength~]

Endrit lowered his eyes silently, and McLaren didn't care. He clapped his hands to signal all the players to gather around and announced loudly: "You guys You have all seen that our national team now has the best goalkeeper in the world, so we can only win the game on the 22nd! We cannot lose! If you still lose the game with a goalkeeper like Endrit, Then I really can only say that you are hopeless."

"Goal! Is it difficult to score a goal against Croatia?"

"Okay, the training match is over, now you continue to train. . Everyone will be here next training day, and I will arrange a new set of tactics for you. Just use this set of tactics. We will definitely win the game, reach the European Cup finals, and win the championship!"

After the passionate speech, McLaren left the stadium alone and enthusiastic.

Lampard quickly rushed to Endritt and hugged Endritt lovingly. He reached out and touched Endritt's head, "Thank you for your hard work. Fortunately, it is another training match that ends after scoring one goal. Otherwise, I wouldn't have done it." I don’t know how long you will continue to torture me.”

Wright Phillips also touched Endrit’s head, “Are you okay?”

“Haha...” Endrit raised a smile, “I am. Very good, very good! I made a great save!"

Crouch heard Endrit's words and opened his eyes in surprise, "You have such a good attitude."

Endrit said. ...

When you are tired, destroy it.