football's most handsome

Obviously, the live commentary was overjoyed.

Since Juan was selected for the national team and Portugal has produced many young talents one after another, the whole Portugal is rejoicing. They think that it is finally time for Portugal to rise. As a result, Juan unexpectedly retired and the three most outstanding talents Only Cristiano can be used here.

Originally, the whole Portugal was disheartened, but unexpectedly, in this European Cup, Juan can still play on the court, and the young Portuguese players have learned that cooperation is strength, and many people are fighting for this goal. expressed satisfaction.

Cristiano was running along the sideline to celebrate. He saw Juan in front of him at a glance, and hurriedly rushed over like a small cannonball. Seeing him getting closer, Juan couldn't help raising his eyebrows to catch him , As a result, Quaresma rushed over from the other direction, collided with Cristiano, and almost hit the billboard for Portugal No. 17.

The two hugged excitedly, and Postiga soon joined them. Many teammates who were close to him stopped by to celebrate together, including those sitting on the bench. Juan and Scolari looked at each other With one glance, he smiled helplessly.

Forget it, they are already leading by two goals anyway, so the brats can make as much noise as they want, Russia can't make waves anyway.

Of course I thought so. When Cristiano was let go and everyone ran to the field, Cristiano approached Juan profusely. Juan subconsciously frowned at the approach of his teammates. She frowned, but still stretched out her hands and gave him a hug.

The Portuguese teenager excitedly ran away to continue the game after receiving this hug. Scolari looked at his back and raised his eyebrows with interest: "Aren't you a little clean freak?"

Juan didn't change his face: "This is the stadium."

Physical contact on the court is definitely indispensable, and as they stumble like this, their bodies are more likely to be blackened - not the skin, but the jersey, which is easily stained with the color of grass, but it is also It is the passion of sweating that creates the charm of football.

Seeing that Juan seemed to be extremely tolerant as soon as he arrived on the court, Scolari laughed twice, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, do you have any plans when the European Cup is over?"

"Yes." Juan nodded, "My agent is already making arrangements for me."

"Okay." Scolari looked disappointed. Juan knew what the Brazilian coach was thinking. It was nothing more than inviting him to stay as an assistant coach. But he is now in a period of rapid growth. He needs a club, especially a He needs a strong team to hone his own ability. In terms of the intensity of the game alone, the national team is obviously not as good as the club.

It is the moment when he needs a lot of practical experience, and an assistant coach of the national team obviously cannot meet his needs.

The game ended with Portugal's 2:0 victory. When he returned to the locker room, Postiga didn't think about anything, so he went to the side to pack his things and take a shower. Quaresma turned his head to look at him After several glances, Juan frowned.

What's the matter, is there something dirty on his face?

Soon, under Quaresma's deliberate dawdling, he was left alone in the locker room without taking a shower. Quaresma took a deep breath and walked over, obviously wanting to say something, and Juan had a good time look at him.

"Juan...I've made up my mind."

"Ok?"

"No matter which club you go to, I will follow you." Quaresma said every word, "Whether it is the Premier League, Bundesliga, Ligue [-] or some strange place, even if it is just a low-level league team, as long as you If your team is willing to offer me an offer, I will follow you."

Obviously, Quaresma has made up his mind, and he doesn't know what made him change like this, but it's not a bad thing, Juan was silent for a while, raised his eyebrows: "What made you go down?" Such a decision?"

He is really curious. After all, if Quaresma's worst idea is really followed, he is likely to play in which league, such as West Second Division, such as the British Championship.

Quaresma has only played low-level games when he was in the youth team, and that is because the youth team can only play in low-level leagues.Now let him fight all the way back from below, which is a bit difficult.

Quaresma took a deep breath.

"I want to get stronger."

He is fed up with continuing to sit on Barcelona's bench, and he is fed up with continuing to be mediocre. He has a hunch that if the situation like him and Postiga continues for a few more years, the Portuguese rookie will soon can replace them.

"Okay." Juan nodded, somewhat relieved.The slick-tongued young man in his impression is finally in shape, which is a good thing for both Juan and the team.

He also packed his things and went to take a shower. Juan looked around the messy dressing room and left with a sigh.

Scolari just came back from the post-match press conference, with a smile still on his face. Obviously, he also ended the press conference in a friendly manner. When he saw Juan, his first reaction was to go to the press conference. Go forward and pat on the shoulder: "Juan, perform well in the next game."

"The next game is... Ah, Spain." Juan understood, "What's wrong?" He knew that he was going to play in the second half, but Scola suddenly remembered and emphasized it again?

"Let me tell you this," Scolari replied with a sigh, "If Spain loses another game, the next game against Russia may be their last game in the European Cup."

"How come?" Juan raised his eyebrows, "The current situation is not that bad, is it that Spain didn't win this game?"

When Portugal played against Greece at the same time, Spain played against the left-behind Greece in Porto. As a result, no one expected that Spain was held back by Greece and could only end with a score of 1:1.

After listening to Scolari's description, Juan frowned: "That's even more impossible. Now the group's points have not yet reached the point when Spain is in decline."

The current situation of their group is that Portugal ranks first in the group with 6 points for two wins in two games; Spain ranks second with 4 points for one win and one draw in two games; Greece ranks second with one point for one loss and one draw in two games. Ranked third; Russia has two losses in two games and zero points.

Russia is set to go, but no matter how you look at it, Greece will become the next elimination target in the group stage. How can it become Spain in Scolari's mouth?

In the group stage, there are only three games for each team, so the points will be easily fixed.

"This is the last game for Spain. They scored three goals, conceded two goals, and scored one goal difference. As long as Greece wins this game and scores two goals in the game, they will be able to win the game. Drive Spain out."

According to the order of goal difference, it is true that Greece still has a high possibility of sending Spain away, and now this Spain is obviously not as harmonious as it seems on the surface.

Listening to Scolari's analysis, Juan was silent for a while.

"What you said is very reasonable, so as long as we win the next game, we can send Spain away without much love?"

"That's right." Scolari smiled, "It just so happens that your vacation is over, let's do a little simulation training tomorrow."

"Okay." Juan nodded.

On the player bus back, everyone was quite exhausted. After all, nine to 10 minutes of high-intensity games were not easy work, especially Cristiano. Rolling in his arms, it means that he really can't walk anymore, and he won't get up until the captain hugs him.

When the whole car was speechless, Figo slipped out the person in his arms with a dark face and wanted to beat him up. Then he remembered what Juan said, "This is the hope for the future of Portugal." He took several deep breaths before he was calm. Get down, push the person to the seat next to him, and pat his head: "Don't make trouble, I'm very tired."

They played this game as if they were playing rugby, with many physical collisions. After all, the physical fitness of the opponent's players is there, and they don't know why they didn't bring a few newcomers to experience this game. Anyway, the small size of the Portuguese teenagers is not enough for them to hit.

"Okay, then can I go to Juan's place to play later?" Cristiano asked full of the past, at least at Juan's place, he can chat with people or something, the captain and the others are not righteous at all. Don't remind him of the game console or anything!As a result, he can only hang around to play...

"Stay honestly, rest and recover your strength." Juan has been sitting in front and listening, but the movement in front of him is getting bigger and bigger. Soon even the teaching and coaching staff heard the situation here, and they all smiled. Juan also I could only turn around and say something.

The Portuguese teenager was silent, and the coaching staff turned around and continued to discuss the game. After all, the next game was to play Spain, and they hoped to draw 12 points of attention.

If they can get rid of Spain, they will maintain the first place in the group and qualify. No matter what, it is safe... The most important point is that the first place in the group can slightly avoid touching No.1 in other groups. This is for Portugal It is also beneficial.

As soon as he returned to the hotel, Juan was stunned. His agent Jorge was waiting at the door of the hotel. It had been a long time since he had seen him. The Portuguese agent seemed to have lost a lot, but Juan also knew that he was so thin suddenly. The reason, after all, it is equivalent to start a business all at once, is still very tiring.

Cristiano also saw Jorge at a glance. As soon as his eyes lit up, he rushed over and hugged the Portuguese agent: "Jorge, why are you here!"

"I can't come to see your game? This is Portugal." Jorge took off his body, and greeted Scolari, Deco and others who rushed over with a smile—all his players.

Basically, young talents in Portugal have been included by Jorge, especially with Cristiano as the biggest successful example. Now, old people and newcomers are willing to let Jorge lead them. Because he sincerely considers the interests of the players themselves, which makes many people very comfortable.

Juan got off the car late, but he also saw Jorge at a glance. The Portuguese manager welcomed everyone into the hotel with a smile on his face. He was stunned for a moment when he saw him, and then smiled and waved to him. : "Juan, come on!"

"Come to watch the game?" Juan walked up to him and smiled, but Jorge rolled his eyes: "That's right, I just came to watch the game, and I didn't mean to stop by to see you."

Seeing the Portuguese manager's sulky look, Juan put his shoulder on his shoulder with a light smile: "Go in and talk."

After finding a place to sit down, Juan understood the purpose of Jorge's visit—although there was indeed a meaning of watching the game, but the most important thing was that he came to say hello to Juan this time.

"People from Laco will come tomorrow?" Juan's eyes flashed, but he didn't expect La Coruña to move so quickly. "Have you finished talking?"

"It's all settled, don't worry about my work." Jorge smiled at him, then took out the contract from his briefcase and handed it in front of him: "Come and see, are you satisfied?"

Juan lowered his head and began to read the contract, but soon his face changed and he looked up again, facing Jorge Mendez's radiant face.

"How about it, this contract is very good! At least in terms of transfers, you are already the Ferguson of La Liga."

"Is the buyer or seller as I like?" Juan only felt that his lips were a little dry.In La Liga teams, although the head coach can interfere in the selection and appointment of players, he still has to accept the constraints of the sports director, especially in terms of the team's trade candidates, which must be approved by the chairman. of.

But Laco seems to be taking a big gamble.

"Yes." Jorge nodded with a smile, "Mourinho will go to Chelsea next season, and the benefits given by their boss are nothing more than this. The only problem now is that Depor may not have as much money as Chelsea. You squander."

...Chelsea's rich boss, oh.

"But at least, Chairman Laco's desire to control is not as strong as that of Chelsea's boss, isn't it?" Juan said softly, continuing to look down, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"What do you mean I can fully use the money earned by the club to build the club... I understand right?" Juan was really dumbfounded.

"You didn't get me wrong." Jorge smiled, but the expression on his face was also a little funny. The conditions offered by Deportivo were unheard of, "What Deco means is that as long as you make money for the club, Then you only need to spend part of the money on the daily maintenance of the club, and you can use the rest as you want...The prerequisite is for the club to use."

"All let me go, and Laco is not afraid of accidents." Sighing, Juan looked down at the contract again, thinking that there would be nothing more surprising to him, but continuing to read the terms, he didn't Hold back: "Jorge, you're not trying to trick me with a fake contract, are you?"

"Am I so bored? Is it April Fool's Day today?" Jorge gave him an annoyed look, "To be honest, that's why I came to you so late, after all, even I... feel that this The contract is really good."

"No, I mean, didn't you see the one in the middle?" Juan's face was darkened, and he showed the contract to Jorge, "All the above can be achieved on the condition that Deportivo is paid off. Ya's debt?"

This is definitely teasing him... Laco still owes the government [-]-[-] million, and the bank also owes a lot of money. If you insist on selling the entire Laco, there is not so much money to pay back.

"I saw it." Jorge looked calm and calm, "Anyway, a Champions League group match, the broadcast fee alone is 4000 million, what are you afraid of?"

"That's just a drop in the bucket, unless I make it to the final..." He sighed, "Didn't Deportivo reach the semi-finals in the Champions League? It should be almost enough to pay off those debts."

"Yeah," Jorge nodded as it should, and Juan was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the Portuguese agent say, "It's still close to [-] million. You work hard to make money, and you can play all kinds of games. It's very easy." You can make enough money soon.”

"...Aren't you pulling me into the fire pit?" Juan was a little skeptical, but Jorge quickly clarified, "Of course not! I only told you because I believed in your strength, and even Laco believed it. You, what else do you have to be afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid." Juan retorted, "It's really such a good condition. Many famous coaches who have already achieved results don't have this kind of treatment, right?"

"That's right," Jorge smiled, "but who let you have me, and... who made your commercial value high?"

Oh.

Juan understood, and Laco pulled him over, firstly hoping that he could make money, and secondly to play games: "I really want to know how they are sure that I can make money."

Having said that, his eyes were all staring at the person in front of him clearly, and Jorge San smiled and wiped off his cold sweat: "This...you have already made a lot of money by investing in social software Well... Laco is mainly looking for someone who can help them overcome the difficulties in front of them. After thinking about it carefully, you are basically the only one who can develop profitable projects, so they are dead horses as living horse doctors..."

"Okay." Juan finally understood that Laco dared to offer such a generous condition to a novice coach like him, all for one word - money. "They are not afraid of being exposed and criticized by Depor fans."

After all, no matter how you say it, the chairman of Depor is a person who understands the ball, much better than Florentino, Abramovich, etc., but this time the choice of the head coach, he will definitely suffer a huge pressure.

After all, at this time last year, Juan was still leading the team and choking their youth team...

"That's his own business. If you perform well, you will be able to feel proud soon." Jorge patted him on the shoulder, "I believe in you, you can definitely do it! A 22-year-old multimillionaire... ... tut tut."

For now, Juan is the richest person he has signed, not only about his family background, but also about the money he earned himself. I don’t know where this kid came up with the idea. Buxiang used his modest salary to invest in other businesses, thanks to the fact that he often ate working meals at Manchester United, rented a house long ago, and all kinds of clothes sent to him by his sister...

For now, though, the rewards are huge.

"Don't laugh at me." Juan smiled, and looked down at the contract again. Except for these shocking clauses, everything else was relatively normal, and the distribution was also very reasonable, so he roughly browsed through it. The contract was handed to Jorge: "I have no problem."

"Then I'll contact them for details." Jorge put the contract in his bag and stood up with a smile. "See you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow." Juan got up and sent him back to the car. Facing the anxious expressions of the fans outside the hotel, Juan waved his hand calmly and went in again. The fans behind him let out loud sighs of disappointment.

"..."

Seeing Juan going back and forth, and taking the pens from the fans to sign, everyone became excited and cheered his name.

Jorge was already on his way to the airport, but his cell phone rang again. The Portuguese agent looked down and saw the name he least wanted to see. He sighed, hoping that it was impossible to hang up the phone by himself. , after all, the younger brother on the opposite side is not forgiving.

"Miss Albert, I have seen him."

"What did he say?" The voice of the person on the other end of the phone was cold and pleasant, with the chill of Siberia. If it wasn't for the feminine softness in his voice, he almost thought he was calling Juan.

"He agreed." Jorge didn't dare to say too much. He had dealt with the woman opposite him many times before, and he suffered a lot every time. Even he was a little terrified.

"I knew..." the woman sighed, "He just likes to play with these big ones."

"Actually, considering Juan's current economic situation, no matter what kind of work he does in football, the basic nature is almost the same as having fun." Jorge thought for a while, and carefully persuaded, "This can be regarded as a hobby. sideline?"

"Forget it, let him alone." The woman was helpless, and then cheered up, "I still have to trouble you to take care of it later."

"Ok."

Juan signed for people outside for more than half an hour, and he almost couldn't lift his arms. Fortunately, he didn't like to smile very much, otherwise his mouth would be stiff with laughter now, but it's also thanks to him , the fans dispersed very contentedly, Juan heaved a sigh of relief, and when he returned to his room to wash up, he found that there were a lot of text messages and missed calls in his mobile phone.

?

He checked the records with a doubtful heart, and found that they were all sent by friends who used to be in Spain, all kinds of friends who had a good time without being in a club before, and of course there were a few seniors Greetings, and the missed calls are basically Raul, Guti, and Cassie...

He turned over and stopped his hand.

There is an unfamiliar number in my unread text messages, I click on it, and it says "Hi Dias, I am Belleron, I got your phone number from Raul and the others. Excited to come to Lacco, may God bless you!"

Oh, it's Juan again, the terrible duplication rate in Europe and America.

Juan smiled helplessly, then bowed his head and started typing. Although he didn't know when Belleron knew the news, it was always right to have a good relationship with the team captain.

After answering his text messages, Juan started calling Cassie - he was very conscious, Raul was with Morientes, Guti was with Redondo, it is very likely that Cassie is not with him now Others, he is not interested in disturbing other people's play.

"Juan!" Cassie's voice on the other end of the phone was a little excited, "The end is Spain vs Portugal, I'm so excited!"

After being silent for a while, Juan couldn't help but say: "You don't play, why are you excited?"

"At least we can meet." There were voices fighting for the phone on the other end of the phone, sounding like Raul and Morientes?Amid Casey's weak resistance, Raul answered the phone with a smile and said, "We haven't seen each other for more than a season, don't you miss me?"

A certain fox on the other end of the phone must have been smiling and flicking its big tail, Juan sighed helplessly: "I miss you... But I have to say, if you lose this game again, you can just fight!" I'm back home."

"That's not necessarily true." Raul said slowly, "If you don't play, we can still fight against Portugal..." Even if the situation in Spain is not very good now, "Besides, even if we draw this game, if Russia can If we get rid of Greece, we will still be second in the group."

"What if I play?" Juan sighed. Although it is not interesting to reveal the news of his side before the game, he still couldn't help reminding him.

In any case, he didn't want Spain to die under his underestimated enemy, after all, there were many friends he was familiar with there.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Cassie's stuttering voice: "Are you playing?"

"That's right." After a pause, the person on the phone smiled, "I didn't play against Russia just to say hello to you in the next game..."

He didn't feel guilty about disclosing his appearance to the opponent at all. Anyway, the opponent couldn't do anything to him...

There seemed to be another noise on the other end of the phone, and then Juan heard a gentle and steady voice: "Dias?"

"Bereron?" Juan had already heard the "two Juans" whispering on the other end of the phone, and soon realized who was on the other side. Juan raised his eyebrows, "Please advise me more in the future."

"Well, please give me your advice." Belleron returned the phone to Cassie after saying this, and left the phone, which also made the person on the other end of the phone mutter.

"This is Belleron, isn't he usually the one who hugs the Bible the most?"

"He specifically asked us to call to say that he wanted to contact you, but it was just to give us some advice?"

"Feel like something is going to happen?"

Listening to the speculations of the three people on the phone, Juan smiled: "This is a secret and a surprise, just wait and see."