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Igor came suddenly and left in a hurry. He directly rejected Juan's proposal to take him to the airport, and hurriedly got into a taxi and left. Juan stood there for a while, feeling a little tired all of a sudden.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to make a call, but he thought that there should be a training session in Spain, so he just sent a text message to Raul. Compared with Guti, he was calmer. Casillas' matter It might be safer to leave it to him.

To his surprise, Raul's text message came back quickly.

"What do you mean 'I know, I bought the plane ticket'..." Juan sighed helplessly. It turned out that there was an accomplice, no wonder they came here so soon. He also knows how easy it is to get into a dead end, and he also understands the thoughts of Raul and Guti.

Even if he himself really doesn't care, Igor's own heart disease may still not be cured.Now the only thing that can prove that there is nothing wrong with him is to work hard. At least this can make that guy feel more at ease?

He suddenly stopped arguing with himself, feeling a little lonely ×

After sighing, Juan returned to his room, but he stopped at the door and raised his eyebrows.

"Cristiano?" Oh yes, with such a back-and-forth time, Cristiano's debut should be almost completed, after all, he hasn't put his things down yet, so he will go to the official meeting and debut later. "I thought they'd find you a house to rent outside."

"I want to live closer to you." Cristiano touched his nose in embarrassment, looking very shy. His small captain took good care of him when he was in the national team. The relationship between them is Like a brother, that's why the Portuguese teenager is so relaxed, "They said they provided me with an interpreter so that I could study English well, so I should just live with him, right?"

"Well, since you think so." Juan sighed helplessly, stepped forward and opened the door of his room, should he be lucky?The grandfather assigned him a room with two bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom, "Come in."

Cristiano looked around with his head hooked: "Captain, where is your roommate?"

Juan stood aside with his arms folded, watching him walk in with his things. "Where's Jorge?"

"Jorge is talking to Mr. Ferguson. I don't know what the situation is, so I came first." Cristiano said casually, then looked up and glanced at Juan cautiously as if realizing something: "Captain, can I apply Would you like to change rooms with your teammates?"

Alas, this stupid child.Juan had no choice but to lower his arm to close the door, then turned around and pounced on the bewildered Portuguese teenager.

"Ah——Captain, what are you doing... Hahahaha, it's itchy hahahaha, go away, Captain, hahahaha, what are you doing? It's really itchy!!" Seeing that the child is afraid of ticklish, he already knew this, so he just started to get rid of nothing. The guarded person scratched his tears, and after playing for a while, Cristiano almost collapsed... laughing.

The two of them slumped on the sofa, looking like they were not doing anything right. Cristiano's nervousness when he first arrived in a different place was relieved a lot. He sighed in relief and was about to say something when he heard the voices of the people around him calm down. .

"Chris, I'm retiring."

The room was dead silent, and Cristiano could barely hear the breathing of the people around him. He suddenly sat up and looked at the people lying beside him. Juan was still lazily leaning on the sofa. It looked a little cold in the air.

Seeing Cristiano's eyes widened, Juan couldn't help chuckling, and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder.

"By the way, your new translator is me."

The poor Portuguese teenager was completely sluggish. What was his captain saying? Why did he understand every word of every sentence, but the meaning was so misleading?

Seeing that Cristiano was going to be bad, Juan straightened up and looked into his eyes very seriously.

"Let me tell you so."

"There are no teammates, and there are no captains anymore."

"I'm retired, I'm not playing football, do you understand, Cristiano?"

"I... don't quite understand..." Cristiano lowered his head, and his mind was a little confused for a while.They were playing games together before, why did they suddenly retire?

Juan understood this very well: "Jorge didn't tell you that he must be afraid that you would be distracted, and I also had a car accident at the time, so I really couldn't continue playing football."

"Car accident?!" Cristiano had never heard of it!Neither Jorge nor the newspapers told him!

Juan naturally knew what he was thinking, and he was understandable in this matter.Marca and Aspen newspapers can at most give his car accident the size of a tofu block. Maybe the local newspapers in Portugal will pay more attention to his affairs, and even spend some time reporting, but when Cristiano is about to land in the British Isles, join the In the current situation of the world's powerful Manchester United, isn't his news a little bit disappointing?

Of course, Cristiano does not know the whole story of this incident until now, and the biggest hero should be Jorge. From this point of view, he should also thank his agent, otherwise his nanny will not only be Casillas is alone.

To be honest, his stubborn little teammates are much more difficult to deal with than that guy...

Besides, it was half a month ago that I was in a coma for seven days. It is estimated that Jorge kept my teammates in the dark at that time. After the incident passed, no one mentioned it. After all, he retired It's not a big deal?

"Jorge should have told me!" Obviously, his little teammate was going to blow his hair, and Juan could only give him a smooth ride-God knows why, he just couldn't say anything serious to this little teammate.

"He is afraid of affecting you." Juan patted the child's head, "Okay, don't be so angry, hurry up and clean up, don't you have to make an appearance at night?"

"Oh..." Cristiano obediently got up and began to pack. Although he didn't bring much, since he was going to live with the captain for a long time, he naturally had to arrange his things well.

"Chris, every injury may change the life trajectory of a professional athlete. An injury is enough to offset all talents and hard work, not to mention facing invincible time."

The Portuguese teenager turned his head and saw that his squad leader was sitting leisurely on the sofa, reading a book in his hand, as if he was just reading out the words in the book, but if that was the case, why did he have a kind of Christie in his eyes? What about Yano's unclear emotions?

The young general looked at him, and finally turned back to pack his things.

"team leader."

"Huh?" In fact, Juan just said it casually just now. After all, he still has some regrets about this matter-it was not because of an injury on the court that he retired, but an accidental car accident, which made him feel sad. Unwilling.

No matter who it is, it will be reconciled, right?As a soldier, a fighter, he did not die on his own battlefield, but died in an accident of force majeure.

"If anyone can pull through, it's you."

Juan froze for a moment, then turned his gaze to his little teammate who was busy in the room. At first he thought it was his own illusion, until he saw the other party's reddened ears clearly.

He couldn't help laughing, this time his mood really became better, and he could finally concentrate on the book in front of him——

The primary exam for the coach qualification certificate.

When Coach Ferguson asked him why he didn't come to be an assistant coach in the morning, he only said "temporarily", and at the same time he had some thoughts of his own.

For example, whether the Manchester United system is suitable for him to learn.

Maybe he can't continue to conquer on the court, but at least he can become a person who slams Fang Qiu off the court.

Originally, his retirement goal was football, but now his retirement time has been advanced by more than ten or twenty years, and he can still continue his goal.

He still has to learn.

In the evening, the Portuguese teenager was going to attend his first show, so he went out first. Juan continued to study those difficult books in the room, but at this time his mobile phone rang again unwillingly. Guo glanced at it, sighed secretly and picked up the phone.

"Raul...I don't know, are long-distance cross-country calls cheap enough to call two or three times a day?"

"I don't want to either." The person on the opposite side heard that there was no impatience in his tone, and said with a smile, "I just want to say that Igor has returned safely, and was scolded by Coach Bosque. In the end, Guti and I were not spared because we were accomplices."

Hearing Raul's voice on the other end of the phone, Juan couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "You three are still on the training ground, aren't you?"

"Yeah..." There was a rustling voice on the phone, Juan was familiar with it—he might have turned over on the fertile grass of Valdebebas, oh, the nostalgic feeling. "It really ended 'just now', and I feel the pain."

"You finally know." Guti, who was a little further away on the phone, complained to Raul, "I will always remember the smug faces of you and Juan when they carried us back!"

"I'm with you this time, okay? Oh... put your legs down, it's heavy!" Raul was very helpless, and it sounded like Guti put his legs on Raul willfully on the other end of the phone, and then The phone might have been thrown aside, and the two began to fight regardless of the soreness in their bodies. Juan was listening and laughing on the phone, his brows and eyes softened a lot.

Then he heard the rustling of grass, as if someone approached the phone.The sound of breathing was close at hand, and the person on the opposite side made a sound almost sighing. No matter how eloquent Juan was, he kept quiet at this moment.

Obviously just met today, and with a sigh, all the distance and reality are placed in front of him-even if we meet again in the future, it will not be on the court.

When Raul and Guti lay down on the grass again out of breath, they had no strength at all. They struggled to look at Cassie and found that he was just staring at the phone in a daze. The phone was in a state of despair.

"I said..." Guti's Adam's apple rolled up and down because of dryness. "How to go back later?"

The three looked at each other.