Under the black face of Tottenham coach Ramos, Chelsea players completed their goal celebration. The game restarted and Tottenham had the ball.

One minute after the opening minute, Tottenham forward Robbie Keane turned and volleyed against Chelsea defender Carvalho in the penalty area with the intention of scoring. Endritt judged the movement of the football and immediately rushed to the left. Put the football in your arms.

Four minutes later, Robbie Keane swept through again. He passed a through ball from outside the penalty area to his teammate Berbatov who was closest to the goal. After receiving the ball, the latter immediately raised his foot and shot. The Chelsea defender returned to defend. Ashley missed the ball, and he was feeling annoyed when he saw the hastily kicked football flying directly off the crossbar.

There were only two minutes left before the end of the first half. Tottenham, which was one goal behind, failed to perform a miracle. Chelsea entered the halftime break with a score of 1:0.

Mourinho, who "motivated" the players with words in the locker room before the start of today's game, stopped motivating him during the halftime break. He only walked into the locker room and said "keep it up" before turning around and leaving. , leaving the locker room to the players.

Ten minutes later, the second half began.

In the fifth minute after the start of the second half, Tottenham defender Chimbanda made a ball and flew from the backcourt to the frontcourt. Right midfielder Zokora followed up in time and shot the ball furiously. The force was strong, but the flight was high. It was higher than Berbatov's volley in the first half.

The hope rising in the heart of Tottenham head coach Ramos was shattered again. He took a deep breath and paced back and forth on the sidelines, relieving his anxiety and pressure while secretly wondering how to break the game - substitution?

Ramos turned to look at Hoodstone who was sitting on the bench, waved to the latter and asked him to warm up on the sidelines first, while he went to the linesman to apply for a substitution.

In the 60th minute, Hoodstone replaced Chimbanda.

Two minutes later, Tottenham defender Ledley King made a pass error and the ball was intercepted by Drogba on the way to his midfield teammate.

"Drogba?!"

"Is there a chance for a solo shot?"

Drogba intercepted the ball and rushed directly to the Tottenham penalty area with the football. Woodgate and Alan Huton, the two defenders closest to Drogba, immediately Coming towards Drogba to double-team, Ledley King was a step slower but blocked Drogba's way of taking a step back to shoot.

Endrit, who didn't do much physical work after the start of the second half, quietly breathed a sigh of relief. His teammates and opponent Tottenham players all "communicated" with each other in the Tottenham half. Chelsea completely suppressed their opponent Tottenham!

He knew it! It was a complete accident to play in the Champions League. If everyone made a mistake or something, it must be a problem at the Kaliskakis Stadium!

"Dudududu!"

The referee blew his whistle and gave a penalty instruction: Ashley committed a handball foul when defending Hoodstone, and was not dealt a card but received a penalty kick.

The Tottenham fans at the scene immediately cheered for Hoodstone. Endritt turned his head and looked in the direction of Ashley, his face a little dark. He calmly grabbed Berbatov's penalty kick, put the football on the lawn, and kicked it into the midfield.

Endritt then began to contact System 33, which hung himself from the beam with a rope.

'So I just praised someone in my mind, and the next second my teammate just pulled his crotch? System, not only have you not cleared up the side effects after upgrading, you have also added a new side effect of crow's mouth to me, right? '

【Host! After 33 scans and analysis, first of all, it is more accurate to call your performance as "poisonous milk". Secondly, the system upgrade will not produce the side effect of "crow's mouth". ]

Endrit wanted to say that he didn't believe it, not only because the system's credibility with him was really low, but also because Chelsea's players really made too many low-level mistakes in these two games that shouldn't have happened at all! But now the system couldn't hear his inner thoughts, so Endrit just lowered his eyes and said, "I got it."

The worst thing he can do is think less. If he has no expectations for his teammates, he will definitely not be disappointed.

In the 72nd minute, Drogba caught the ball in front of the penalty area, got rid of Tottenham defender Woodgate, and shot directly. Paul Robinson, who had been eyeing the opponent players since the beginning of the game, took the initiative, and the football shot towards the goal was directly blocked by the latter. out.

A minute later, Paul Robinson hit Lampard's corner kick with his fist and scored. After watching the football fly out, Paul Robinson roared, waved his arm vigorously, gritted his teeth and stared at the Chelsea players in the penalty area.

With his eyes locked, Lampard returned to his own half and looked up to see Endritt's sight. He was stunned for a moment. Endritt waited for Endritt to successfully counter the offside of the opponent's right midfielder Zokora and then single-handedly entered the penalty area. After hugging the shot and nodding towards the defender next to him with a look of affirmation, a big question mark instantly appeared in Lampard's mind: What's wrong with Ritter?

On the court, during the game, Lampard had no extra time to stand still and think about the problem. This doubtful thought was forgotten as soon as he came up, and he continued to attack the opposite half with the football.

In the 83rd minute, Lampard gave the ball to Alneca. After receiving the ball, Alneca turned around and volleyed immediately. The football leaped high and flew towards the goal before being caught by Paul Robinson.

Four minutes later, Mourinho stood on the sidelines and replaced Essien with Ballack. The reporters in the stands suddenly became energetic and took pictures of the court with their cameras: Mourinho asked two people to On the field! Is this meant to be a competition? !

The scene that the media reporters were expecting did not happen. With Tottenham player Robbie Keane's overhead kick high in the small penalty area, the football was firmly collected by Endrit, and the League Cup match was over. Begin to draw an end.

After three minutes of injury time, the game ended. Chelsea 1:0 Tottenham, successfully defended their title and became the League Cup champion of the 2007-08 season.

The fans in the stands celebrated wildly and loudly. They were even more excited than when they won the League Cup last year, because they seemed to have seen the future of Chelsea winning one championship after another at the end of the season!

In the locker room, Endritt, who still did not participate in the post-match press conference, had just changed his jersey and packed his things when there was a knock on the door of the locker room.

For those who didn't show up, Bridge, who was the first to finish cleaning up, walked to the door immediately and opened the door. "Can't you just push the door open? You have to let me open it for you...Berbatov?"

Standing in the locker room Berbatov outside the door showed a reserved smile, "Is Ritter here?"

Bridge's eyes moved down, and he suddenly realized when he fell on the jersey in Berbatov's hand. He turned his head and shouted inside. , "Ritter! I'm looking for you to change my jersey!"

Endrit hurried to the door carrying his own jersey. When he saw that the person coming was Berbatov, his heart skipped a beat and he was very scared: Help, isn't it? Don't you want to go to Manchester United after this game or do you want to come to Chelsea?

"Ritter," Berbatov didn't notice Endrit's panic. He waved to Endrit with a smile and turned his head to look outside. "Shall we go outside to chat?"

Endrit took a deep breath. He responded in a calm tone, "Okay, let's talk."

Amid Endrit's anxious heartbeat, Berbatov talked about his recent scoring drought.

"I can't score when the goalkeeper is you, and I can't score when the goalkeeper is not you. Not only in games, but in normal training matches, I often fail to shoot successfully, but I obviously work hard every day. train……"

Endrit was relieved after hearing this, and then drove to help analyze, "Is it because of the recent matches of your national team?"

"There have been quite a lot of friendly matches between the national teams recently. Your flying back and forth to Bulgaria is very influential. Status. "

Well, as expected, this should be the reason. He remembered that in his third year at Manchester United, that is, in 2010, in order not to be kicked out by Manchester United, Berbatov directly quit the national team, and then spent the entire vacation training like crazy. After that, his shooting rate plummeted. It levitated.

"This shouldn't have a big impact..."

"You can score when you play for the national team, right?" Endrit interrupted Berbatov and saw the latter nodded and continued: "Look, I I'm in England, but I haven't been to the recent friendlies of the England national team. Isn't it because the coach is worried that I won't be able to keep up with the intensity of the Premier League after playing too many games with other national teams

? Of course, the team will always win, but you can't play all the time, otherwise you won't know how to play when you meet a strong team. "

Of course, the game is only one factor, and the other factor is naturally because you don't have enough training." The time that should have been spent on training is spent on the road, and you are still the captain and have to worry about other players in the national team.

The combination of these disadvantages will definitely affect your game state." , Endrit paused, couldn't help but covered his face with his hands and wailed: "You see, our Chelsea has basically not been affected in the recent period, but in these two games, we made various low-level mistakes and almost lost the game. "It's good that you just fell into a goal drought..."

Berbatov stepped forward, hugged Endrit and patted his back, "Don't be like this, my friend, didn't you all win in the end?" A competition?"

Endrit suddenly thought: Friend? What friend! Since when have we been friends?

Seeing Endrit's very surprised look, Berbatov smiled softly, "I regretted it after I called you last time because I was worried that you would say something to the media. But you didn't, so from then on Then I learned that Ritter is a trustworthy friend.

"Although I am still hesitating now, don't worry, Ritter, I will give priority to you Chelsea." Berbatov winked at Endrit. Eyes, "You understand what I mean."

A thunderbolt fell and hit Endrit's head directly. He swallowed and his whole body was a little sluggish. "No, I don't understand."

Berbatov smiled. He smiled and said, "Then you will understand this summer."

Berbatov dropped a landmine and blew up Endritt's body. Then he patted his butt and left with Endritt's jersey, leaving Endritt behind. A man stood there in silence for a long time, and finally covered his face in grief: What is this! Is it too late for him to run outside and say bad things about Berbatov to reporters?

Endrit wanted to do it. After getting off the bus at Chelsea, he did not immediately follow his teammates. After a few seconds of pause, a reporter took a microphone and smelled it and followed him.

"Ritter, after winning the League Cup, you..."

Endrit looked at the microphone handed to him and opened his mouth, "What I want to say is, this season, what we want is not just a League Cup. Champion."

The words came out in a flash, but when he was sitting in the coach's car and walking back after buying groceries, Endrit couldn't help but rub his face hard: Damn it, Berbatov made the right move this time, but That won’t happen next time! snort!

"Godfather! Wait!" Endrit raised his head and looked out the window, "Stop here for a moment, I'll go down and get my football!"

After Endrit hugged the football he bought and pushed open the door of Mourinho's house, Endrit immediately saw a vertical row of footballs placed on the steps.

"Godfather?"

Endrit raised his head in confusion. Mourinho stood at the top of the steps and crossed his arms with a smile. "Come on, tell me now, which one of these footballs do you want to bring back?" The girlfriend you want me to see?"

Endrit was stunned for a second, then walked up the stairs and stood in front of Mourinho, waving his hand, "Godfather! You are too small. As long as I think about it, all football She's my girlfriend, they..."

Before he finished speaking, Mourinho grabbed Endrit's ears and led him into the house, "What are you talking about? Let Matilde do it after dinner later. Look, if you really think so, you need to be treated..."

"No, Godfather, I'm not sick, I don't need treatment, and I, who loves me every day... Oh, Godfather! It hurts me..."

Mourinho quickly let go, and Endritt took the opportunity to rush out, hiding behind Matilde and complaining in a low voice.

"Stop talking nonsense, don't you want to show off your Chinese food?"

"No, I can't cook it today!" Endrit raised his hand silently, "My hand hurts now..."

"I just pulled it It's your ears, not your hands..."

"There is a word called synaesthesia..." Seeing Mourinho searching around as if he was looking for some useful furniture, Endrit quickly raised his hand and said, "I'm fine. ! I can do it Godfather! I will cook now..."

Kung Pao Chicken? Braised eggplant? All gone! Now we only have tomatoes and scrambled eggs!