football's most handsome

When the young general jumped off his back contentedly, Juan almost ran in front of the Spanish coach's bench. Under the glaring of the entire Spanish bench, the two of them did not rush in anyway, and Cristiano knew that he When he got into trouble, he jumped off Juan's back with his tongue sticking out, and ran away in a hurry. Juan didn't even have the intention of chasing him.

He subconsciously looked back at the direction of Spain's bench, and soon found his little partner on the bench.

As expected, Cassie was looking in his direction with his neck hooked. When he and his team looked at each other, both of them were stunned. Juan smiled at him, and then ran away quickly, which also made several people on the bench His acquaintances were all stunned. Of course, everyone looked back and knew exactly who he was smiling at.

...After all, only Cassie and the others who are familiar with him can make Juan smile when it is not a prank.

"Okay, okay, don't stand there stupidly!" The people around him couldn't stand it anymore and pulled him to sit down. However, after 2 minutes, he felt something was wrong, so he looked at it a few more times, and couldn't help but appear again. Voice: "Stop laughing, do you think you look like a fool?!"

Juan also didn't know what happened on the Spanish bench. Spain was ready to start the kick-off. This time the person who took the ball in the middle circle was Raul. He and Morientes stood together. Juan raised his eyebrows. , quickly realized what the two wanted to do.

——Morientes has wanted to face him for a long time.

When they were in Real Madrid before, Juan and Morientes had disputes of one kind or another, but it was just a disagreement in personality. The relationship is still very good on weekdays. It is very likely that Raul gave Morientes Rentes escorted it.

But when he held his breath and prepared to face Morientes, his eyebrows never let go in the next second.

Morientes was indeed facing him, and the two stared at each other. Juan stared at the person in front of him a little angrily, while Morientes was quite embarrassed and guilty.

Juan, who originally thought that the two were facing each other, watched Morientes rush towards him with the ball. He was already ready, but a figure rushed out in front of him, and Juan subconsciously Turning around, I realized that I made a mistake...

And it's the worst mistake ever.

This is the pitch!

It's not a heroic one-on-one game, it's a game with 22 people competing on the court!

He only remembered Morientes' temper, and he only cared about their daily confrontation...

But why did he forget that Raul was present in this game.

Juan took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes and flashed a cold light.

The person who just ran past him was Torres, and at this moment he had already walked back, seeing Juan's eyes narrowed uncomfortably, he couldn't help but smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, you played us so many times before , it’s not a loss if we put it together this time, right?”

Juan didn't say anything. He really didn't expect at the beginning that an honest person like Morientes would actually come to play with him with them, and he even put on a serious posture. I was really fooled.

Originally, Torres thought that he could always see Juan angry, but who knew that Juan was not angry at all, but raised his eyebrows lightly, showing a gentle and peaceful smile, and then said softly: "After all, I am still angry. too young."

For a moment, the smile on Torres' face froze, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, but Juan had already returned to his usual expressionless appearance and ran away, leaving only the Spanish teenager standing there, unable to stop. Know which direction to run.

On the other side, Raul and Morientes successfully passed the Portuguese defense through their exquisite cooperation. The two of them were interspersed between several people like the most exquisite needlework, and Portugal was already in danger!

At this moment, Juan is beyond his reach, and he can only watch Raul raise his foot and shoot hard, at the place closest to the goal——

“啊啊哦哦哦？！！！”现场解说发出了怪叫，听起来就像是有人在他的脚趾缝里塞了一根牙签，随后狠狠踢向了墙一般的撕心裂肺… …

But now, both the male compatriots on the scene and on TV feel the same pain.

A football, a football running at high speed, a football that Raul whipped hard and flew towards the goal!

Portugal's goalkeeper Ricardo flew up, just to block the football!

However... Raul's kick unexpectedly made a strange turn in mid-air, and slammed hard on... Ricardo's crotch.

Unbiased, neither skewed nor crooked, hit the bullseye.

For a moment, no matter on or off the court, even the girls subconsciously covered their crotch, and for a while everyone couldn't help but howled softly.

"I..." The on-site commentator gritted his teeth, "Let me omit a few swear words first... This fucking is... really, an indescribable pain... Ricardo used his important parts to block this almost inevitable The shot that went in, it hurts me so much..."

The Portuguese goalkeeper stood in front of the football goal like a statue. The hands that were usually used to protect the goal firmly hugged the football and at the same time protected his crotch. The whole stadium was unexpectedly quiet for a while. horrible.

But soon, Ricardo started to move. He took a deep breath, took two steps with his legs crossed with a strange expression, and finally fell down trembling while holding the football up.

Everyone showed sympathetic eyes, the commentator finally adjusted his voice, and gritted his teeth: "This is simply unbearable to look at, the game has been suspended now, Ricardo is off due to injury, I don't know if he is Just never played again.”

Even Juan, after seeing Ricardo's current situation, almost couldn't walk steadily. He finally gathered his mind and walked forward quickly. He found that everyone had weird faces on their faces. He took a deep breath and bent over. Poke the team doctor.

"Sir...how is Ricardo?"

The team doctor looked back at him: "Fortunately, there is nothing serious, it will probably be fine after a short rest."

"That's good." Juan breathed a sigh of relief, at least it didn't hurt the root, and it was pretty good.He also felt a little guilty, after all, if he hadn't been young and energetic and deceived by others, Ricardo wouldn't have suffered such pain now.

Raul was also watching not far away, noticing Juan's inquiring gaze, he waved his hand: "I didn't mean it, you know I've never been good at kicking curveballs... I don't know what happened today, but I came here suddenly kick."

"I know." Juan stretched out his hand and patted his head, and couldn't help but look back in Ricardo's direction again, "Maybe I need a cold compress when I go down."

"I'll go and apologize to him later." The only thing Raul is thankful for is that his kick was not that strong, otherwise, if he hurt Ricardo, he would feel so guilty...

The game was suspended for about 5 minutes, and soon the team doctor came with a stretcher and carried Ricardo out of the field. Seeing him like this, everyone sighed.

Portugal has only produced such a good goalkeeper in this generation, and it does not mean that no other goalkeepers have been brought over, but Scolari looked back and found that both of them were still young, and there were basically no major competitions. Experience, originally he wanted to say that Ricardo could bring some of it, but now...

"Coach." Juan ran over from a distance, with a serious expression on his face, "Ricardo may need 10 minutes to rest."

"You mean... don't replace him?" Scolari was taken aback. In fact, there are only a few minutes before the halftime break, and it may only be ten minutes with stoppage time. "If this is the case, our What will the goalkeeper do?"

"Please leave it to me." When he said this, Juan exuded an indescribable aura, which made the Portuguese players who were watching here from afar couldn't help but tremble for a moment, "I will make up for it. own fault."

Under the stunned gaze of the entire coaching staff, Juan turned around and ran back to the field. The second assistant coach Juan couldn't help swallowing: "Coach, why do I feel that he seems to be stimulated by something...?"

Scolari reacted quickly, he smiled: "Maybe he was a little angry because he was posed by a good friend just now."

"The game started again! We can see that Portugal did not choose to make substitutions. What does Scolari think?"

"I think it might have something to do with Dias. Did you see that he walked in the direction of the coach..."

When Juan returned to the court again, everyone felt that something was wrong. Compared with Spain's increasingly strong premonition, Portugal collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as Juan made a real move, they knew that victory was not far away, especially when they still had a goal.

When Juan ran past Deco, he stopped him and said a few words. Deco was obviously stunned, but he quickly reacted and nodded. When the game started again, the pressure on Spain suddenly increased.

Raúl and Morientes are running, and they are actually smiling wryly in their hearts.Their original plan was to take advantage of Juan's understanding of them, and wanted to make a fuss, but it turned out to be a good thing now. The fuss didn't work out, but they pissed off Juan first, and then it would be difficult to take advantage of him.

"We can see... Portugal has changed its style just now, and Deco and Juan seem to have started to cooperate. Before, they were in charge of Portugal's front and back courts, and there was almost no intersection. When Juan was guarding the rear, Deco almost blown the Spanish midfield of Albelda and Xavi."

"How to put it, I feel that Raul and Morientes seem to be out of shape since the European Cup. They may have spent too much energy in the club."

"Only at the club?" A question in the on-site commentary was exactly what everyone discussed in the forum. After all, there was endless gossip about these two people for three days and three nights.

"Portugal vs Spain live chat room"

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Floor 233: Damn, that pain just now really hurts, even a woman like me feels a dull pain!

Floor 234: Raul is also ruthless, but this is not like him, how could he miss it?

Floor 235: How is that impossible? It's been a long time since he and Moran have seen each other!

Floor 236: ...What does this have to do with Mo Lun? ?

Floor 237: Hey hey hey, just looking at the upstairs, it's not a fellow!

Floor 238: But Raul's cooperation with Moron and Torres just now was really good, and Juan was deceived by them.

Floor 239: Didn't you see Juan and smiled...

Although Juan didn't make a detour when he smiled, at least he smiled like this, most people wanted to bow their heads and go around, especially during the competition, no one wanted to meet him, but anyone could meet him , which is even more fatal.

The ball is now at Juan's feet, and someone still needs to guard him anyway. Capdevila stepped forward bravely. He is the only one of the three remaining players in Deportivo who has not met. Juan said hello, but he is also the only one who is still kept in the dark, so he went without any psychological pressure during the matchup.

As a result, Juan didn't even raise his eyelids, and he flicked the ball lightly, and the football bounced and passed between Capdevila's legs. Capdevila was stunned, but the person in front of him didn't run away immediately , He subconsciously turned his head and lifted his foot, watching the football slip past his feet and return to Juan's feet again.

"Step on the ball! The football is like being connected to Juan's feet by an invisible rubber band. With this unexpected footwork, Capdevila lost his center of gravity and successfully broke through!"

Guti and Redondo were also on the scene at this time, they were well concealed, hiding behind the middle position, almost no one could see it, but when they saw Juan's movement, Guti jumped up directly , causing everyone around to look in his direction: "Wait a minute, when did he learn this movement?!"

Lei Dongdo didn't want to cause trouble, so he immediately pulled him down, but fortunately everyone stood up at this time, and the two of them were immediately blocked.

"Don't get too excited, attract attention." Redondo felt a little helpless, but Guti was very angry. After all, among so many people he knew, there were only two who knew this kind of footwork. Someone pulled his arm to prevent him from jumping up again.

"No! I'm not excited!" Guti waved his arm, "The point is that Capdevila is useless!"

"Don't blame him." Redondo was very calm, "If he can stop him, it's because I didn't teach well enough."

The people around had no intention of sitting down at all. Obviously, Juan's outburst was still going on, and the two stood up before everyone sat down.

At this time, Juan had already left him behind, but Capdevila was still chasing after him. If he didn't pay attention, he might be intercepted from behind. Ergla.

"It's worse! Can Juan continue to maintain his magic this time and get through this difficult time?!" The live commentator took a deep breath, "ss!!"

"It's unreasonable! I've never seen such an unreasonable player!" Sky Sports' commentator exclaimed, "I thought there would be a fierce dispute and anxiety, but everyone saw it, and it happened almost instantly. , He first used the movement of his feet to cleverly avoid Albelda's flying shovel, and when Elguera came over, he accelerated and changed direction directly, eating Real Madrid's backbone defense raw!"

Although everyone is amazed at his skills, no one on the court stopped for this. Maybe this is a great thing in the eyes of others, but many players in Spain, especially those who came from the youth training Basically everyone knows that this is just a very common thing.

Originally, Juan had an innate advantage in personnel scheduling. He was quick to learn and followed behind several generations of Real Madrid's outstanding players. Therefore, there are few young players who can compete with him in one-on-one offense and defense. .

When Juan took the ball through the three people like the wind, he didn't stop, and he shot the ball directly in the direction of Figo with a long shot. The Portuguese captain took the ball to the Portuguese penalty area.

Figo's dominance on the wing is obvious to all. Even though he is 32 years old, no one dares to underestimate him. Puyol and Marchena surrounded him almost immediately. Quaresma saw that his captain was about to be killed. Surrounded, he quickly followed to prepare to help, but who knew that he hadn't taken two steps when Puyol stretched his legs and tripped Figo who was dribbling the ball to the ground!

The harsh whistle sounded, the game was suspended, and players from both teams rushed to the scene of the incident immediately.Juan was in the middle circle. When Puyol stretched out his foot, he had already discovered the intention of the Spaniard. He squinted his eyes and ran to the place where the incident happened, precisely because he ran fast. When he arrived, the referee had just raised his cards.

Foul in the penalty area, a red card and a penalty kick!

For a while, the expressions of the whole of Spain were not very good. Some people, such as Albelda, looked at the Portuguese players aggressively, while others, such as Raúl and Morientes, were pleading with the referee, but the referee's The expressions told them that there was no room for negotiation on this matter.

The place where Puyol stepped was very sensitive. It can be said that it was on the boundary line of the penalty area. Figo's expression looked a little painful. Juan bent down and touched it. It seemed that there was nothing serious before he heaved a sigh of relief.

Now that Portugal has lost a goalkeeper, if even the captain withdraws first, how can they continue this game?

Puyol has already left the field in anger, and the Spanish team has gradually dispersed, but Figo is still sitting on the ground. The Portuguese captain seems to be unable to stand up for a while. Juan stretched out his hand to help him, and Figo waved his hand. Then signal the team doctor to come on.

"God, what's the situation?" The commentator was stunned for a moment, and soon realized something, "Figo, he seems to have suffered some injuries in the conflict with Puyol just now? We can see that he took the initiative to signal to The team doctor came in, Portugal seems to have received too much care in this game."

The team doctor who had just left the field came forward again holding the medical kit. This time, the Portuguese didn’t go far. They were all nearby and wanted to know the captain’s situation as soon as possible. The team doctor looked at him and pondered for a while: “Louis, you want Don't choose to rest in this game?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and Figo came back to his senses in an instant: "I can continue the game, it's just a little bit twisted!"

"Unless you don't want your career anymore." The team doctor said almost sternly, "Your ankle has swelled up so much that you can't even stand up, let me help you to the sideline to rest. "

"But..." There is already one goalkeeper missing on the field. If there is one less aggressive winger, then Portugal will have no hope in this game.

Are they going to be the first host country to leave a European Championship in the group stage?

Figo opened his mouth, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness. He helped the team doctor and struggled to stand up. He was about to say that he could continue to play football, but the stabbing pain in his ankle made him unable to open his mouth at all.

Puyol's difficult defense is famous in La Liga. When Figo was in Barcelona, ​​Puyol had just been dispatched from the youth training, but now the hero is late, and the times are changing fast enough.

——Speaking of changing times, the kid next to him is the real aging person.

Figo subconsciously looked to his right hand side, Juan was looking over worriedly, his eyes had a hint of soot blue under the light, they seemed to be full of affection and thought, even though his face was expressionless, but from every There is a melancholy face in the pores, and the sweat flows down from his hair, reflecting a faint halo.

"..." If it wasn't for his hands being blocked, Figo really wanted to cover his face.

How did he have such a small teammate like the male lead of an idol drama?The age difference between the two of them is only ten years, why does it feel like there is a generation difference? ?

After Juan helped him down, Scolari also came over to check his situation, and finally came to the conclusion that another person should play, and he called Rui Costa over as soon as he turned his head to say two things In other words, Ju Anyuan took a second look and continued to prepare for the game. After all, now he could see that the atmosphere on the court was not very harmonious.

If Puyol's red card made the atmosphere on both sides start to heat up, a few minutes later, the real explosion came.

Morientes tripped over Miguel when he was dribbling the ball, and he couldn't tell if it was intentional, but Raul was impatient on the spot.Originally, he was not in good condition during the European Cup. Morientes had a leg injury. He didn't know what would happen now. The angry Spanish captain rushed over and pushed Miguel away.

Morientes fell to the ground. Miguel was still bending over to look down at his situation, but he was caught off guard and tripped under such a push. He sat on the ground in a daze. When the referee saw the situation The situation rushed over immediately, and there were players from the two teams among the people who came over at the same time.

He was already angry when he was on the field, but now, regardless of whether he was right or wrong, the pushing and shoving on both sides became more serious. When Juan rushed over, the referee was about to deal cards to calm everyone down. Juan He took a deep breath in desperation.

"Stop all of them!"

Everyone on the field paused. The referee's puffed cheeks and hands about to reach for his pockets were all paused. His eyes were full of horror and he looked in Juan's direction. Of course, he wasn't the only one, almost everyone. Turning his head to look in Juan's direction, he had all kinds of expressions on his face, but he was still stunned overall.

God, Juan used to growl too...

After calming down the scene with a roar, Juan took a deep breath, and stepped forward as if nothing had happened: "Molun, how are you, are you in the way?"

Morientes was obviously frightened by him, and he was indeed an honest man. He shook his head on the spot and said that he was fine. Then, under the helpless eyes of his Spanish colleagues, he offered his hand to Juan. Juan Holding him with a smile, he lifted him up from the ground, patted the dirt on his body, and ran away.

"Okay, let's go."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. They were about to fight, but Morientes got up unharmed, and Juan quickly suppressed everything. The dispute quickly disappeared.