football's most handsome

Juan really felt that he had nothing to do with Cassie, even though he was driving the car.But it was the two of them who were talking together at the time, and the responsibility was half and half, but Cassie was luckier and he was more evil. Concussions are actually not uncommon in football, especially When defending, it's just that he was more serious this time.

The equivalent of being hit in the head by Robert Carlos' heavy artillery?

——What's more, because of this incident, he had a very long but very interesting dream. After all, he earned it, right?

But it seems that his idea has not been well conveyed to another person. Cassie has been silent since that day. In other words, "It's even better than a nanny", which made Juan very uncomfortable.

In the past, when he saw his little friend who was almost at odds with each other, he suddenly became like this, he was really awkward.At first, he didn't think much of it. Anyway, there are so many sports about football, until Raul opened the door first that day-the kind that didn't follow Guti and Casey.

"Now the team is at a very special time no matter the Champions League, King's Cup or the league." Raul said in a deep voice, and it could be seen that the expression on his face was very bad, "But Igor's performance in the game is still Very unstable."

"What do I need to do to wake him up?" Juan leaned on the bed and laughed, "Although it may not be possible to roll up your sleeves and fight him like before, it's okay to scold him."

"He thinks it's all his responsibility," Raul did not answer his topic, but continued, "There is no problem whether it is in the game or in training, but it is obvious that he is a little absent-minded at a critical moment. I have some opinions on him, and I may take advantage of the buzzer operation to transfer a goalkeeper..."

Juan felt something was wrong when he heard it, and finally he couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "The club asked you to come?" It is only possible that the club's senior management asked him to come, after all, Raul would not avoid Yi Gore and Guti came here alone, even if they came, they would not say anything similar to these things to him.

—Obviously, someone put pressure on him.

Raul didn't speak. He didn't even learn how to face everything with a smile. The room was silent for a while before Juan smiled.

Obviously, Real Madrid is now in a dangerous environment, and the position of the goalkeeper is the top priority. Whether it is for the interests of the club or Casillas' own future considerations, he should make a decision.

Whether to leave by oneself, or to be "leaved".

"I see, let me handle this matter." In the end, Juan just said so.

He chose to retire and asked Jorge to help him find another job-something related to football is fine, just don't let him appear in places where Casillas can see him for the time being.

He loves football, and he also loves Real Madrid, so he chose to stay away and escape.

It just so happens that I can see some things clearly from a distance.For example, did I just have a long dream, or did I see the future?

However, now is not the time to think about these things, he simply tidied up his residence, and then called his agent.

"Jorge? I'm settled."

"Have you settled down? That's good." The agent on the other end of the phone was obviously relieved, "Cristiano and I are also at the airport, you should clean yourself up."

"I'll pick you up?" "No, you can't even drive uh...sorry." "It's okay, see you later." "See you later!"

His manager was finally willing to hang up the phone, and Juan sighed, put on his earphones, turned on his player and began to read a book leisurely.

Today's protagonist is not him.

Jorge Mendes, who is experiencing the speed of life and death in 30 seconds in his life.This is not the first time for him to face the British media. After all, before he formally hooked up with Manchester United, he has already released the wind in various ways, but he underestimated the madness of the British media, especially No. [-] ——How powerful is Manchester United's No. [-]?

Fortunately, he has a very strong executive ability, so he subconsciously protected his own little star - in the case of Juan's retirement, this person is already his biggest card so far, he must be protected just do.

To his surprise, Ferguson came to pick him up at the airport in person, and he obviously cared about Cristiano, although the Portuguese teenager stared at him because of nervousness, looking very cramped.

"It's okay Cristiano, this will be your home from now on, I'll arrange everything for you, don't worry about staying here." Ferguson smiled, turned around and patted the young man on the shoulder hard, expressing that he would leave everything to him. However, he only got a slightly dazed face.

...maybe two?

Looking at Jorge Mendes, who was also a little dazed, Ferguson pushed his glasses helplessly.

"Mr. Ferguson said that he will arrange everything for you in Manchester, and you can play football with peace of mind." As soon as this man's voice appeared, the two Portuguese were stunned, and then the co-pilot smiled. When they turned their heads, the expressions of the two of them instantly turned into ecstasy.

"Juan!"

It was Juan, dressed in very casual casual clothes, tilting his head and smiling, nodding, obviously happy to see them too. "At first, I was still thinking, what if you both get used to your husband's accent well, fortunately my work is still worth something." He said lightly, then looked down at his phone. "We have to hurry, there is still an hour and a half before the press conference."

"Then let's go." Sir Alex said with a smile, "I can't wait to see your performance."

The two Portuguese looked at the person on the co-pilot in unison, but Juan didn't turn his head.

"Be good, or Sir Sir will tear you apart."

QAQ? !

Sir Alex’s accent has a strong hometown flavor. Even many people who have spoken English all their lives sometimes cannot understand what Sir Alexis said. However, Juan seems to have such a magical power. No matter how fast the tone of the grandfather is, he can quickly keep up with the rhythm-the most perfect thing is that he is of mixed Portuguese and Spanish, and there is no problem in communicating with Cristiano in Portuguese.

...Of course, this also caused the consequence that he could translate at will.Juan is not as pure as he looks on the surface, he has a weak heart, and the entire La Liga youth training has been tricked by him, all because of his cold, delicate, serious and restrained face.

While the two adults were talking, Cristiano quietly leaned half of his body forward and called out in a low voice, "Captain, is what you just said true?"

Juan couldn't help but look back at the young boy, and sighed after confirming that he was just careless: "Of course it's true, so you have to behave well... Also, I'm no longer the captain of U21."

"Ah?" Cristiano was taken aback. He was originally a clingy nostalgic child, but now he finally met someone he could rely on in a foreign country. Who knew he heard such news, and he just put it down a little. My heart was raised again. "Are you going to be promoted to the first team? Soon... I don't know when I will be promoted."

Obviously, the young man has fallen into infinite disappointment, and Juan couldn't help but look at him a lot: this little boy is the future superstar of Portugal alone, the top card of Real Madrid, the king of the Bernabéu - and he can win gold medals several times ball?

Looking at it now, it's just a fool who was dizzy because of the transfer and didn't even know that his captain retired!

Juan didn't say anything, just nodded, and then he closed his eyes and rested his mind, without any intention of continuing to speak. Cristiano opened his mouth and looked at him several times, but finally did not continue to speak.

When it's rare for the captain not to play pranks, let him go quietly...

When he arrived at the Carrington base, Juan got off the car and went back to the dormitory for special reasons. After all, he is not suitable to go to the press conference to steal the limelight from his teammates, so he is going to go for a stroll in the base and then go back to his room to continue. Go read the book you haven't read.

But when he strolled to the gate of the base, he knew he was wrong.

Reading quietly?To hell - why is Igor Casillas here?Obviously, it is reasonable to say that Real Madrid should still be in training sessions at this time, right?And now he is standing in front of the gate of Carrington, chatting with the guard in an orderly manner, and his chocolate-colored hair is blown out of shape by the wind. To be honest, it is precisely because of this unique hair that he can Cassie recognized him instantly.

"Look who we saw?" Juan smiled lazily, and finally decided to watch less excitement, so he stepped forward, put his hand on the person's shoulder, nodded at the porter in front of him, and directly sent the person away Pull away, "It's all here, let's have a drink together."

Said to go for a drink, Juan just took him to the Red Devils Cafe in Old Trafford to order a glass of water. Facing the person in front of him who had been silent when he saw him, he was helpless. "what's on your mind?"

Cassie remained damned silent, and Juan took a deep breath.

"Accordingly, you shouldn't be here."

More than it shouldn't be!The distance from Madrid to Manchester is not far, but it's not very close either. He must have booked a plane ticket as soon as he hung up the phone, and then ran over without packing his things.

——Even the training sessions were skipped.This is not an interesting thing, so Juan's eyes became serious for a while.

"If I remember correctly, you are already the main goalkeeper of the first team. Isn't it inappropriate to do such willful things?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine and safe now. There's no shadow on my mental health, so you don't have to be so nervous. I'm an adult and I'll take good care of myself."

"Or do you think I will be bullied outside?"

"It's not because of you that I left, I promise."

No matter what he said, the person in front of him kept his head down and said nothing, making Juan feel a little helpless.

Well, in the past, the two of them could still quarrel with each other. After a car accident, this guy seemed to have been hit by a car. "Say something, Igor, you worry me a lot."

"I don't know what to say, but..." Casillas took a deep breath, looked up seriously, "I will take responsibility."

"No, retirement is my personal decision, and it really has nothing to do with you." Juan put down his drinking glass, he was really thirsty after talking so much. "Don't say it like you made a little girl's belly bigger. It's not that serious. You should guard the door of the Bernabeu. To be honest, in my opinion, Real Madrid's loss is much more serious than everything else."

Cassie looked at his expression carefully, and after confirming that the feelings were not fake, he nodded heavily: "I will guard the goal well, then will you come back?"

Juan was surprised for a moment, then smiled before he realized it.

"Of course, it's my home."