football's most handsome

This is a silent war.

Two lonely princes are engaged in a duel without gunpowder in the arena far away from their homeland.

The audience cheered and cheered around them, thinking they were just down-and-out swordsmen.

Only they themselves understand.

Nothing to do with life or death, nothing to do with honor, nothing to do with winning or losing.

—Only inheritance.

Scolari held his breath as the man turned and casually brushed his hair back with his fingers.

It is Redondo, and only he has such a unique footwork.

Scolari has a deep impression on this man, even if he has been silent in Italy for two years.What's more, even after two years of pain, he still didn't break him, and his appearance when he came back made everyone amazed and trembling.

Redondo has his own aura. When standing on the court, his eyes are as calm as water, and people with the ball at their feet will unconsciously feel guilty when they see his eyes.

"The movement is okay, but the kick is a bit slow." Redondo nodded, and kicked his left foot to return the ball to Juan again. Juan stepped on the ball and looked at the man. The man nodded slightly.

Juan took a deep breath and kicked again!

"The two of them are..." Scolari couldn't figure out what the two people were thinking. "One on one, can't you tell?" Guti replied carelessly, stretched his waist, and squinted. Eyes try to hide their envy.

Once upon a time, he also dreamed of training one-on-one with Redondo, and even changed to the same position for this purpose.That would be a waste of his shooting talent, and he knew it.And at the time, Juan was doing a lot better than he was.

"No...how did they start one-on-one?" Scolari couldn't understand. According to his investigation, isn't the relationship between Juan and Redondo okay? Why did it suddenly become Such an opposing stance.

"Can't see it?" Guti suddenly became suspicious. Did Scolari become stupid in an instant after eating something? Didn't he hear that he likes to study formations most and has a very flexible mind? "The two of them used to train like this when they were at Real Madrid, and today Fernando came to check on his progress."

Scolari heard that Redondo would support newcomers when he was in Real Madrid, but he thought that a single Raul was already the limit of the Argentine's patience: "Speaking of it this way, Juan's skills seem to be a little bit Like."

"Isn't it different?" Guti muttered, "He has practiced with Michelle Gonzalez since he was a child, and his first teacher was Redondo, these nobles..." Although his tone was very disdainful , but Guti didn't cast the slightest angry look at the people on the field, and he was all focused on looking over.

Scolari patted him on the shoulder clearly. They also knew about Guti's craziest star-chasing years, but it's okay, he has walked out of that time.

Juan still failed this time. Redondo was almost unbeatable in face-to-face, head-to-head, and one-on-one. His skills have already stood at the top of the whole world.

Juan stared closely at Redondo, his eyes reflected the cold light under the light, he was engrossed, all his senses were focused on the person in front of him, and he didn't even know when Scolari would arrive .

Redondo was not as devoted as he was. He could feel that someone was coming, but he was not distracted, nor did he shift his attention even a little bit in that direction.

He knew that the people in front of him were watching him closely, just waiting to spot a tiny, subtle blunder and use it to their advantage.

Redondo knows Juan's way of playing football the most. This way of playing football is basically the result of him-using his brain more than his body.Juan's self-cultivation is very good, which may have something to do with his family, but this does not mean that he is a good-tempered person.

Once there is a collision on the court, the first reaction of others may be to continue to push and push, causing the scene to become more chaotic. Redondo is better at unilateral suppression, and Juan?

Because of his age, his body has not developed enough to suppress sentient beings. According to Redondo's observation, he is better at spotting mistakes, and then hit the nail on the head.On the field, Juan was as calm as if he was just a bystander. If he had to say it, he didn't have any passion for football.

But Redondo knew that it wasn't that he didn't love football.Juan has seldom expressed his feelings. From the time he met him to the present, the few times are about football and people related to football. Other things rarely touch his heartstrings.

It is precisely because of Juan's calmness that he has become accustomed to using his brain to perform work on the court. Whether it is the passing route, the weakness of the person to pass, or the possible obstacles in front of him, all are determined by his mind. The brain records everything in detail and feeds it back to the game.

Originally, this style of play should be worth advocating, and even Redondo felt relieved that this is his heir.

Until a car accident.

After that, he didn’t hear about Juan for so long, and he didn’t know about Juan’s situation until there seemed to be something about a retired Castilian youth from the British Isles.

But he can't help Juan now.

After ending the contract with AC Milan, he didn't know where he would go. Fortunately, Juan had his own ideas and persistence. He came out of the biggest blow and found himself The other way continues down.

"I'm in a hurry." I don't know how many times, Redondo snatched the ball from under his feet, his voice was very calm, "Don't worry, take your time."

"Okay." Juan wiped his sweat and answered concisely.

He is not in a hurry either. Facing a defensive midfielder like Redondo, his head must be kept in a state of high tension all the time. This is not facing a team. A football game is 22 people running around on the field. In a game of fighting for a ball, relatively speaking, no matter how tacitly the cooperation is, the 11 people on the opposite side will not be used as one person.

In other words, during the competition, there are much more gaps that can be seized than now, and if you only face one person, the pressure will be greater than imagined.

So even if Raul passed Redondo in 02 and succeeded in shooting, the media would just say "Raul was crowned prince with his own hands by Redondo" instead of saying "Raul passed Redondo, The old king is dead, and the new king shall be established." In the game, you don't just rely on yourself, especially when it comes to the gap between the teammates on both sides.

Especially Redondo.

Juan has not played against him for four years. Although he often played against him when he was Makelele's partner in Real Madrid, compared to Makelele's pure defensive position, Redondo needs to play against him. A little more aggressive.

Although Makelele is more airtight, but in terms of psychological pressure, Redondo is more dangerous.Juan's aggressiveness was all hidden under his calm expression, but when facing Redondo, he had nothing to hide.

Others don't understand the kind of tension and concentration in front of their mentor.

But no matter how nervous Juan is, others can't see it. From Scolari's point of view, there are two expressionless people looking at each other on the court, standing there like two wooden stakes Same, and then maybe in the blink of an eye, with one swipe of the ground, a round is over.

Scolari looked at it and couldn't help but want to take out a small notebook to record it. Guti glanced at it and said, "You'd better not memorize it, because you can't keep up anyway."

Indeed, when the two moved in an instant, he could hardly see the situation under his feet, but Scolari was still not reconciled. He hoped to record more information about Juan, after all, there are still several games in the future In the game, Juan will always have a chance to play!

"You don't plan to study him, do you?" Guti sighed seeing that Scolari was still planning to write something down in his notebook, "Give it up, Dad brought him up since he was a child and didn't study his routines well. Those two people didn't rely on physical strength or habit to play football, didn't you realize that they didn't develop any small movements at all?"

Scolari thought about it. Indeed, whether it is Juan or Redondo, both of them are very concise and efficient when they play football. They choose the evasion and steals that best suit the situation at the time, almost like a computer. In general, and what is the habit of playing like other players, it seems that you can't really see it in the two of them.

"At least, I can see Juan's power point." Scolari couldn't help but said, after all, Juan's power point is too special, as far as players are concerned, it is basically the thigh power. There are also those who start to exert force from the knees, such as Roberto Carlos, a heavy gunner. At least based on Scolari's experience over the years, it is the first time he has seen someone exert force from the crotch.

"Then?" Guti glanced at him lazily, "To be honest with you, I have also learned the habit of exerting force from the crotch, and I am not used to it, but if the force is exerted from the top, at least The injuries on the two legs will be reduced a lot, the main point of our strength since elementary school is the thigh, so basically it cannot be corrected."

Juan stood opposite Redondo again.

Redondo is not the kind of player who can fall to the ground and shovel, and neither is Juan, but as far as he is concerned, Juan has been brought to the ground many times by Redondo's movements, and his training uniform was scratched. The color of some soil and grass, but his eyes are shining, and he looks like a 21-year-old youth at this time.

Passionate, persistent, youthful...don't give up!

Juan accelerated again, and under everyone's gaze, he almost immediately killed Redondo. This time, his speed was like lightning. It seemed that he had discovered some weakness of Redondo. Scolari saw I couldn't help leaning forward.

However, this time it failed.

Scolari fell back into the chair and sighed, but soon he found that there were people around who sighed with him—not Guti, because he was also surprised and turned his head.

I don't know when a bunch of people came, all of them were members of the Portuguese team. They stood far away and watched the situation on the field, as if they were afraid of disturbing them. Scolari glanced over, and almost everyone was there up.

"What's going on?" Scolari raised his eyebrows, and the second assistant coach ran over and whispered, "Training in the afternoon...?"

afternoon?Guti and Scolari were stunned for a moment. When they were looking at those two people, they were chatting with each other. I almost forgot the time, so I looked at my watch.

"It's been almost three hours?" The two looked at each other, and finally Scolari thought about it: "This afternoon's training is suspended. It's a rare opportunity to learn. Let everyone take a look."

Redondo is definitely the number one defensive midfielder in the world, and no one can refute it, so even watching here is a normal thing, and they are also very clear that they don't have a lot of time to see this player on the court.

"Actually..." Rui Costa spoke, his expression was very complicated.There are currently four people in the world who can be called elegant in their style of play, he counts as one, and so do the players on the court.It's just that compared to him and the other two, only Redondo is a defensive player.

"As far as the defensive players are concerned, Redondo's aggressiveness is already very strong, not the impact on the goal, but the oppression caused by the opponent's entire team." He sighed and continued, "I I really want to play against him once, but I am very self-aware...I certainly don’t hope to break through the people who Zidane can’t break through.”

The two of them continued, Juan fell and got up again and again, Redondo still stood there, silent like the coldest mountains and rivers, but both of them knew how hot and passionate was buried underneath.

"Besides playing football, I can't imagine that I will have any other profession." Redondo said suddenly, and Juan was stunned and smiled: "I can't imagine either."

Redondo was born for football.

"Come on." Lei Dongdo curled his lips at him, his expression became calm again, and now the two of them can be regarded as the same.

One had a brain injury, and the other had a leg injury. Although both seemed to be almost healed, the hidden dangers were still there, and it was not known when it would recur again.

Raul has learned the fur of Redondo, and now he has been changed to a position he is not familiar with at all. Raul's performance this season has been bleak.And Juan, another of his proud disciples, is about to retire, earlier than his time, which has to be said to be a kind of irony.

Even so, they are still willing to shed their blood and sweat on the court, and run all over the green field for the sake of that elf. This is the most beautiful scene he can think of now.

"I'm serious..." Cristiano looked at the field, then cast a strange look at Rui Costa, "How do you think you are as famous as that person?"

His dream is Real Madrid. Naturally, he has watched many Real Madrid games. He also knows a lot about Redondo, so the more he watches, the more suspicious he becomes.

Is his midfielder really that good? "Stinky boy, don't underestimate me." Rui Costa blushed and cursed directly. He is about to quit the national team and focus on the league. First of all, he is too old to take care of both. That is, there is no salary or subsidy for playing football in the national team, and you will be scolded if you don't play well.

The older he gets, even at the end of his career, he can see everything more clearly, so he would rather quit the national team and continue to work hard in the league. After all, he has indeed reached the age to leave the national team, right?

However, he did not expect that his teammates would mock him so much!If you don't show some real skills in the next game, you will really be underestimated!

Neither Juan nor Redondo knew what was going on on the sidelines. They were still just looking at each other. Juan's head felt like it was about to explode, but he still stared at the man tightly and did not dare to relax at all.

Just like Redondo, Juan also knew very well that if he acted a little rashly, the ball at his feet would be broken by the opponent, and he would never procrastinate.

Scolari had written down a lot of things in his notebook. Guti stretched out his head to look curiously. After finding out that it was in Portuguese, he could only mutter a few words boringly and retracted his head, but Cristiano was a little bit He was not afraid of his head coach, so he went up to have a look.

"Coach, when are you going to let Juan play?" The Portuguese teenager was a curious baby, and his finger directly clicked on one of the sentences, "This page is written about various times, why am I a little confused?"

Facing the disdainful gaze from Guti next door, Scolari coughed awkwardly: "I'm going to let Juan play against Spain...although I really want to bring him against Russia, But seeing Juan's situation today, I guess he can only stand on the side of the court and watch it."

Indeed, everyone noticed that Juan's face had started to turn pale, cold sweat was rolling down his forehead, and his lips were even more worrisomely pale, but he pursed his lips tightly and did not waver at all. He didn't even care about the sweat slipping down.

At this moment, Juan's eyes were a little blurred.

Facing a strong opponent, he used all his energy, preferring to continue the game even if he was overdrawn. Both he and Redondo knew that this might be the last time they had such a fierce confrontation on the court.

He took a deep breath, Redondo narrowed his eyes, and moved instantly.

He had already used his speed to steal the ball from Juan's feet many times just now, and seeing that he was about to succeed this time, Redondo stopped in a blink of an eye.

Juan was behind him and neither of them had the ball at their feet.

The sound of the football falling on the grass, the net swayed slightly, the football just bounced off it, and rolled to the side lightly and delicately.

When was the shot?

Everyone was stunned, only Guti, Figo, Rui Costa and Cristiano understood clearly.Their dynamic vision is stronger than others. Judging from their visual capture, Juan touched the ball with the outside of his foot in high-speed movement, but in a few tenths of a second, that foot held the football on the inside.

With a light dunk, he almost passed Redondo with the ball, and in the next second he swung his feet without stopping and shot!

The arena was silent, and a silent duel belonging to master swordsmen came to an end in silence.

Redondo turned his head and smiled.

"Raul graduated, and so did you, which is good."

Juan also turned back and smiled at him, the smile on his face was very peaceful and quiet, with the cleanness and purity of a teenager.

In the next second, he fell down.

"Juan!" "Juan!"

Redondo was close, and he caught him one step ahead of everyone else, preventing him from hitting the ground directly. When Scolari rushed over, he squinted his eyes and looked at the Brazilian coach.

"What's going on here? I need an explanation."

Scolari was about to cry. How could he explain it? It was obvious that Juan fainted after you played football with him, so why blame him?

In this regard, Cristiano, who was already very experienced at Manchester United, squeezed into the innermost part. He looked at Juan's face and was very sure: "I'm tired and dizzy."

"..." Everyone looked at him speechlessly. Seeing that everyone's expressions were wrong, the Portuguese teenager quickly continued to explain: "It's just that he used his brain too much, and then fainted due to overwork! That's probably what it means. , He also had this situation once when he was at Manchester United, just lie down for a while and he will be fine."

Although it might sound a bit squeamish, everyone was watching their confrontation just now. Not to mention the high-intensity confrontation that lasted for nearly an entire afternoon, just facing an opponent like Redondo cannot be taken lightly.

Lei Dongdo also quickly realized that the culprit was actually him, and coughed slightly in embarrassment: "Then send him back to rest now." He races.

But it seems to be fortunate that Juan really just fell asleep. The Portuguese team looked at the time and it was time to go to the airport. All the players looked at each other in blank dismay.

How can this be good?

When Juan woke up, he was already on the player's bus. The voices of the people around him were all played very low, and they were listening to music with earphones. Everyone was very quiet. He rubbed his swollen head and got up and moved. , Helplessly found that he was covered with a blanket again.

Fortunately, it is not the middle of winter now, he only has a thin blanket on his body, otherwise he might be crushed to death again.

When he was rubbing his head, Cristiano had already noticed that he was awake. Seeing that he finally opened his eyes and frowned deeply, he quickly handed him a water glass: "Drink some water?"

"Okay." He nodded, took the water glass and took two sips to moisten his lips, "Are we already preparing to go to the airport?"

"Yes." The Portuguese teenager nodded, "We sent you to the car directly when there were few people, and we also managed to avoid all the media reporters by taking a break. Redondo and Guti went to the front Help us attract firepower, so we can leave so smoothly."

Juan couldn't help laughing, he naturally knew how much Redondo hated the media reporters, but now he took the initiative to stand in front, obviously he really felt guilty.

"That's good." Juan replied with a smile. When he heard that he woke up, the teammates in front turned to greet him. Hearing what he said, their captain was not happy at first.

"Okay?" Figo looked black, "Do you know that I'm the one who sent the two of them out?"

When the media surrounded Redondo and Guti, he was not spared and was immediately surrounded. After all, the combination of the three of them was too strange and too sensitive.

Figo, captain of Portugal, active player of Real Madrid.

Guti, Spain not selected, Real Madrid active player.

Redondo, Argentine player, former captain of Real Madrid, His Royal Highness.

As soon as this match was released, both fans and reporters immediately exploded.

What's happening here? !

Of course, some people thought of Juan more rationally, but most of them rushed forward and overwhelmed them with various questions. After all, Real Madrid really had a hard time this season, and Redondo recovered quickly. so good!

Is Real Madrid going to buy Redondo back? !But Redondo didn't want to go back, so he let Figo and Guti persuade him? !

The pens of the media reporters on the scene were about to explode, but they didn't think about it. If they really want to persuade Redondo to return to Real Madrid, it is obvious that Raul and Casillas are more suitable partners. It will be Guti and Figo's turn...

But those two people left and left soon, while Figo stayed behind, so he suffered a poisonous hand very quickly.

"Did the media ask any strange questions?" Juan was very curious. When it came to the whole team, they were also interested. After all, the whole team was covering Juan to get on the car, and they didn't notice what happened to their captain. What, Figo arrived late when the car was about to start, and his face was so dark that they didn't dare to ask what happened.

"I didn't ask anything, it was about the club." Figo said succinctly and clearly that he didn't hear anything other than questions about the club!

When they arrived in Lisbon safely, there were already many people waiting to pick them up. Regarding the game held at Benfica's home court, the captain and Cristiano from the city rival Sporting Lisbon both said that they were really the first Go to the locker room of the rival's home court to see what's going on.

After the hotel settled down, out of gratitude to the whole team, Juan was going to attend the following press conference instead of everyone, but Scolari advised him to stay and not to be brave: "After all, you just came here with Redondo all afternoon, I only took two buses and one flight, have you really rested yet?"

"I'm fine." Juan smiled. His complexion itself is fair. Unless it is really whitened to the point of no blood, it is difficult to see any weak emotions on his face, Scolari After looking at him for a few minutes, he finally let him go without worrying: "Okay, let's go together, if it doesn't work, we will leave."

"Okay." Juan smiled.

"Wait!" Figo had just packed his things, and when he came out, he heard Juan say that he was going to the press conference, "Coach, I have a word with Juan first, wait a minute!"

Juan was pulled aside directly, he blinked, and looked at the nervous captain in front of him rather inexplicably: "What's wrong?"

"It's like this..." Figo took a deep breath, "They may ask you if you slept or not when you go out later..." This is really a dark life! !

Juan was busy training, competing, and making plans all day long, and in the end he just fainted. He was brought all the way to Lisbon, so he didn't read the newspaper today. I have to say that it is fortunate, but if we face it now The words of media reporters are very uncertain.

"It's more dangerous outside, take care of yourself..." Figo patted him heavily on the shoulder, thinking about the situation this afternoon.

Redondo and Guti managed to get out of the siege, and he was still facing reporters' questioning and flashing lights.

When a lot of questions made him dizzy, a question raised by a female reporter was like a thunderstorm in May spring, which refreshed his mind and directly shocked him.

"I heard that you really want to sleep with your beautiful and young and handsome teammate?"

There is no such thing! !Figo sternly said: "I just like to work with good-looking people, which is also good for my physical and mental health. Seeing him can make my mood happy all day, isn't this what it should be? "

"We interviewed Roberto Carlos, he said that you like handsome and good-looking people the most, so you usually play with him the longest in the team..."

Blood spurting people!The Portuguese team captain wanted to pull that guy in front of him and beat him up. Real Madrid's small broadcaster likes to gag so much, why doesn't he go to heaven? !

"This is nothing!" Luis Figo uttered his desperate cry again, "Don't listen to the nonsense of Carlos, he deceived you..."

"Are you blaming your club mates?"

"..." Figo has finally realized the chain, he shouldn't make such a fuss!

"Captain, I didn't expect you to extend your claws to your teammates!"

"Captain, are you really such a person? Who did you sleep with when you were in the national team, Costa?"

"Yes..." Figo replied subconsciously. He did sleep with Costa. This was the case when he first joined the national team. After the two of them grew up and started to bring in new players, they separated.

One stone stirred up waves, and the old captain no longer wanted to think about what happened afterwards, so he could only seriously tell his teammates: "When you are interviewed outside, you must refute from the very beginning!"

"I will." Juan nodded earnestly. He actually knew about this situation, but his team leader had a special status after all, so he immediately sparked a fight. How could he need to explain so much as an innocent person involved?

In fact, the media has been on the move for a long time. Among the three parties mentioned, Figo and Carlos have already expressed their opinions. Only Juan has remained quiet so far. They really want to know what Juan thinks yes!

So today, seeing Juan following Scolari, the media reporters were all restless, calling his name one after another for a while, people who don’t know thought that some Hollywood superstar came here. .

"Juan!" Finally started asking questions, and a reporter jumped up, "Do you know that the captain of your national team has unreasonable thoughts about you?!"

Obviously, this is not a foreign reporter. The accent seems familiar. Juan glanced at him calmly, and replied coldly: "Nonsense."

In an instant, everyone was frozen for thousands of miles.

"Uh... I mean..."

"The captain only loves us for the juniors of the national team."

"But……"

"Why do you have to bring the topic to the question of whom to sleep with?"

"Listen to us..."

"It's just a choice of roommates. I like to be in the same room with whoever I like. Is this a serious problem? You have been struggling with this issue since the game ended the night before, and it has been more than 36 hours today! Don’t your media have a timeliness of news, why are you still struggling with this?”

"Do not……"

"Here, I'm going to make this clear - I, Juan Diaz, refuse to answer these questions! Okay, any more questions?"

"...No more..." The reporter opened his mouth, and finally sat down. Although this matter is indeed a bad taste of the media, both Figo and Carlos are quite cooperative with them, and it is the first time they have met. To such a strong rejection.

——But if you think about it carefully, Figo and Carlos are both Real Madrid players. In a commercialized club, they have to do some superficial work, but Juan is different. Simply express your rejection and disgust.

"What about Redondo and Guti, are they here to see you?"

"Yes." Juan replied very calmly, "After all, the next Spanish game will be in Porto, and I happened to be staying there at that time, so they came to see how I was doing."

But in fact, if it is calculated, it is also the coach of Scolari. After all, generally speaking, team players are not allowed to contact non-team players between games, let alone games.

Juan immediately went to apologize to Scolari after waking up, and Scolari replied very happily: "In this case, I will punish you to leave the field and coach with me on the sidelines against Russia. alright."

Juan was very grateful for the old man's kindness. He nodded without saying anything, and secretly made up his mind to recover quickly and join the training. The Portuguese players felt a gust of wind blowing, and sneezed several times. .

"Andrade, you sneezed and infected me!" "Nonsense, it was Rui who started it first!" "I didn't! I don't know why I suddenly felt cold just now..." "Me too!"

"So, are you trying to persuade Redondo to return to Real Madrid?" The speaker was a Spanish reporter, and his accent was from Madrid. Facing his hopeful eyes, Juan was silent for a while, then shook his head .

"It all depends on what he wants."

Anyway, as far as Juan is concerned, he will never persuade people to return to Real Madrid.

The simple press conference was over quickly, and Juan and Scolari walked back side by side. "Coach," Juan said suddenly, with a gleam in his eyes, "I have an idea for the next game..."