football's most handsome

Sure enough, the whole of Lisbon the next day—

No, the whole football world exploded.

The youngest top league coach in history, and a season ago, he was still playing for another club. The only formal coaching experience was when he replaced Ferguson for nearly two months at Manchester United.

Although this can be regarded as a big breakthrough point, after all, Manchester United is one of the best clubs in the world, and it is a giant that can remove the word "one" with a little improvement. People are naturally people with rich experience and strong abilities.

In this way, as far as the Red Devils have won the most Premier League titles in history, Juan can be regarded as a very special existence.

The youngest head coach in the history of the Red Devils?

When Ferguson was asked this question, he was watching the race at the racetrack. Facing the questions from the reporters, he froze for a moment, then raised his eyebrows: "This is natural. His contribution to Manchester United is obvious to all."

"Mirror" football editor-in-chief William lamented in his column: "When Juan stood on the coaching bench, his 21st birthday had only passed two months. It can be said that this is already a terrible age. —You know, generally speaking, 21-year-old players are still working hard to even start.”

"At that time, we thought that he was just a choice for Manchester United. After ending his short Manchester United career, Juan's magical coaching journey was not over yet. Although he left Manchester United, he played with the national team in Europe. Cup, playing for the national team and dominating the game while still learning how to manage the team... Now, after a year, the genius is finally coming to fruition."

"Deportivo, this is a very amazing team. As the second semi-finalist of the Champions League in La Liga last season, its poor management has reached the stage of selling its main team, and it is unprecedented. All the players have been sold, there is not even a lot of money left for their new manager, but even so, they still owe a huge amount of money."

"But maybe it is because of this economic situation that they chose Dias, a rookie coach, but in terms of making money, I am afraid that no one in the entire football world is better than him. According to the survey I reported on the economic section, The value of public property rights and shares under Dias’s name is more than tens of millions, and he is only 21 years old so far. Even though his family is well-off, reality has proved that he seems to have come to where he is today only by investing. A low-key, young multi-millionaire."

"However, as far as I know, Dias has noble blood from both Portugal and Spain. His cousin is Eugenia Alba, and the mother of that cousin is also named by this name, and Eugenia · Alba, we all know whose daughter she is. In other words, Juan Dias has the most honorable grandmother in Europe, and according to the rules of the nobility, his banner should also have some lands and rewards from the kingdom. Contracting, the value of which is even more inestimable.”

"Deportivo chose him as the head coach, perhaps to please the oldest family in Europe, so that they can lend to the club? But this is my own guess, after all, who knows? It's Spain."

Although Spain and the Spanish nobles were hacked in the end without a trace, what this column said is still very reasonable, and the analysis is classic, which makes many people admire. At the same time, more media reporters are going to Lisbon. Focusing on the direction, Lisbon, which is already the current focus of football, is now in a deep whirlpool.

Juan hasn't come out of the hotel for a day since he went out to accept the reporter's interview that day.Even when the players went to practice, they didn't see Juan on the bus to the stadium, and everyone was talking about where Juan went.

They saw Juan walk into the hotel with their own eyes. Could it be that he left first through the back door or something?

of course not.

The media reporters naturally knew this too. They surrounded the Lisbon Hotel with water, not to mention a living person, and even small animals would be captured by their cameras in the past.

Where did Juan go?

Juan did not go anywhere. He stayed in the hotel's indoor training ground to train alone. This was the result of consultations between Scolari, Juan himself and the coaching staff. Where he is, the Portuguese national team must not be able to train with peace of mind.

Since yesterday, the players' bus has been very quiet, whether it is going to training or coming back, this has never happened.

Everyone in the car was silent, and they didn't know what they were thinking. Everyone kept silent and lowered their heads to do their own things. The atmosphere was extremely cold for a while.

Cristiano looked left and right, and he lightly touched the captain beside him. Figo, who had been sleeping with his eyes closed, raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"I just want to say, what's wrong with everyone?" Cristiano actually knew why, but he needed something to say, and Figo naturally knew it too. The Portuguese teenager didn't even control his voice, obviously It is for everyone in the car to hear it.

And when he opened his mouth like this, everyone turned their attention to him, raised their eyebrows and looked at the Portuguese teenager to see what kind of trouble he could make.

"Why, today's training is not enough, what are you talking about?" Figo reached out and rubbed his head, Cristiano blinked: "Captain, we are going to play England tomorrow, right?"

"That's right." Figo nodded at him, his expression full of encouragement—go on, go on!As the captain, he can't mention some things, but Cristiano can say them!

"Generally speaking, Juan will give me an extra training session at this time." Cristiano opened his mouth and got the thumbs up in everyone's hearts, "But he stayed in the hotel today, so I can only look for him at night. He trained alone."

Figo couldn't say some things, because he was the captain, and his words might mean a lot, and it's not good for other people of his generation to mention them, and it would be regarded as protecting the younger generation.Among the younger generation, the only one who is qualified to mention that he will not be punished by the coach to sit on the bench is only Cristiano, and he has the best relationship with Juan, and he is the best that's it.

Scolari naturally felt uncomfortable when he heard what Cristiano said. Of course he knew that the Portuguese team was euphemistically commenting on him. It is not suitable to appear on the bus.

After signing, he is already the coach of Deportivo. I have never heard of a club coach who can board the national team bus with dignity.

"Coach." Quaresma was sitting behind Scolari, listening to the last person talking happily, but when the coaching staff seemed to have nothing to do, he couldn't help but hooked his head and called out to Scolari. inside.

Scolari sighed secretly and turned his head: "I know what you mean...it's just Juan..."

Quaresma directly took the conversation: "Coach, what do you mean, in the next game, the next game, or even the final, Juan will not be allowed to take his own country's player bus to the stadium?"

It became quiet in the back, and everyone was listening to his speech. Quaresma did not stop because of this, but continued: "Coach, even if Juan is now the coach of Deportivo, there is one thing that has not changed at the same time. He is still a member of the national team, he can continue to run on the pitch and win glory for the country, are you trying to deprive a player of the opportunity to ride his national team bus, or even play?"

Scolari knew that he could no longer remain silent. If he continued like this, his career in the national team might come to an end: "I don't have that plan."

"Then what do you mean now that he is not even allowed to participate in training?" Quaresma refused to budge, Scolari was silent for a long time, and sighed: "Of course not."

From the first group match of the national team, he knew Juan's prestige in the Portuguese team.

I have never heard of a team that would be willing to serve as a foil, just to allow him to play in the first game of the European Cup, especially this opening game is his first appearance as the host country so important.

However, people in every position of the team are willing to figure out their position and let Juan play.

"Juan won't play against England in the quarter-finals." He finally chose to say it first, lest players like him who are naturally easy to think blindly think wrongly, "It's not my arrangement, it's him He asked for it himself, and he said that he would give you the opportunity instead of wasting the position on him, and you can also ask Juan for confirmation after you go back."

He has never seen the depth of affection of the Portuguese national team in other teams, even Brazil, which won the World Cup.

In order to let Juan play, the whole team is willing to set off the green leaves; for the development needs of the team, Juan would rather refuse to play.

——To be honest, this kind of emotion that only exists between young people, he feels very nostalgic and envious when he sees it.

Scolari sighed and turned his head away, not even noticing that the players behind him exchanged glances and quietly made a "yes" gesture.

Of course, unlike what the outside world, including most people in the Portuguese national team, thinks that "Juan is isolating himself", in fact he is still very busy-he is indeed no longer in the hotel.

After talking on the phone with Cassie that night, he thought about it and still couldn't let the situation go on like this, so he went into Coach Scolari's room in the middle of the night and wanted to relax after a meeting with the coaching staff The old man was taken aback by him at the time, but he nodded understandingly after knowing his purpose: "That's good, you can reduce the frequency of appearances a little, and you can prevent some accidents from happening."

I don't know how he did it. Neither the Portuguese national team nor Manchester United seem to have any complaints about him, but no one can tell if something bad will happen, so he will stay away from everyone for the time being. Avoiding is also a good thing.

After getting the coach's approval, Juan went out that night.He left from the parking lot. Reporters are human beings too, and they get tired late at night. What’s more, it’s only been a few hours and their network has not yet been organized. No one even paid attention to the parking lot. Juan quietly He climbed over the wall without a sound, and when he lowered his head, Cassie was already waiting for him below.

"Come down." The Spanish teenager looked at him eagerly with open hands, Juan glanced at him, and landed lightly: "You came sooner."

"Of course, I ran here as soon as you said that!" Cassie touched his nose with a smile. How could he say that he was wandering not far from their hotel with his mobile phone when he received the text message?

"By the way, do you think Javier is asleep at this time?"

"Ah?" Cassie was stunned, "Which Javier?" Spain has a terrible duplication rate, both Juan and Cassie know many Javiers.

"Portillo!" Juan said helplessly.

"Oh, then why don't you just give him a call?" Cassie just simply suggested, Juan paused, and suddenly looked back at Cassie, only when the Spaniard felt a little worried, he was very serious He replied, "Forgot."

"..."

Surprisingly, Portillo didn’t sleep either—of course he didn’t. Generally speaking, according to the Spaniard’s work and rest time, their nightlife has just begun at this time, and Portugal is not without flamenco performances, although Not as many and authentic as Spain, but it is better than nothing. When they found Portillo, they were quite amazed.

"Have you seen Fernando Redondo appear in places like bars and nightclubs before?" Juan's voice was a bit dry when he asked this sentence.

"Never." Cassie's answer sounded dry.

Juan took a deep breath, then spread his hands and raised his eyebrows: "Then you have seen it now."

Although this is not a nightclub in the traditional sense, the men and women inside are dancing flamenco angrily, but Redondo, who came from the Pampas grasslands, seemed very uninterested in this Spanish dance, and sat in the seat all the time. There was no plan to show up in the conspicuous corner at all. If Juan hadn't been sharp-eyed and familiar with him, he might not have noticed him at all.

Since he is not interested, why is he still sitting here?

Soon, Juan, who was wandering around the dance floor, understood: "Look over there..."

Guti is dancing on the dance floor, clapping his hands, shaking his head and twisting his waist. As a player, his flexibility is rare, and his part-time modeling career makes him know how to release his hormones, but maybe even he I didn't even know how alluring his eyes looked when he was dancing.

For the person who started to discharge randomly again, Juan and Cassie looked at each other, and decided to ignore it for their own healthy growth. Since they are playing, don’t disturb them——Portillo Not far from Guti, he was also having a carnival with a dancing girl, but he was not as wanton as Guti, and at least he maintained a bit of sanity, so when the mobile phone in his pocket rang, he pointed at the girl. The partner smiled apologetically and left the dance floor, heading towards the toilet.

The quieter place in the whole nightclub is the toilet, no matter who is on the phone, it is more appropriate to answer the phone there. There was a sound of pressing the phone off in front of him, and at the same time, his phone stopped vibrating.

Portillo paused, looked up, Cassie was leaning on the sink and smiling at him with his mobile phone, while behind him stood a person whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Portillo paused and took a deep breath.

"Hola, long time no see...Juan."

"Long time no see, Javier."

They left the nightclub first, planning to find a quieter cafe to talk about. Regarding Guti and Redondo inside, he was a little embarrassed to say: "Actually, I just came out to have fun at first, but ended up in the nightclub I met Guti in Li, he said he would take me to a fun place to play, and the place was not messy, so I followed him..."

Juan and Cassie looked at each other, oh, it is indeed a blessing to meet Guti in the nightclub: "Will it bother you to play?"

"No, I'm going to leave too." Portillo couldn't tell what he was suffering. He was happily going out to play with Guti, but who knew he could startle the big guy in Argentina!Guti didn't seem to know anything. He had a great time there and drank a lot of wine. Portillo was terrified. He didn't even dare to touch a drop of alcoholic beverages, let alone alcohol.

"Find a place to sit down first." Juan smiled, with an intriguing look in his eyes, Portillo's heart tightened, and he nodded.

Cassie had already said before that Juan wanted to talk to him in private, but he was still a little dazed at first, wondering what Juan was looking for him for, to talk about his previous friendship?

But in the past few days, the football world has been full of news about Juan, no matter how dull he is, he knows why.

"Private contact with players is a violation of the rules." Portillo said something half joking and half serious, and Juan blinked: "Need me to call my uncle to say hello?"

Portillo's agent is his father, and Juan has met him many times. The Portillo family almost treats him as the second youngest son and loves him. Over the years, Portillo also knows that only Neng waved his hand helplessly: "Forget it, just say what you want."

Juan smiled, and both Cassie and Portillo were very familiar with that look - that was when he was about to start playing tricks, but before the two of them were alert, Juan had already said softly: "Would you rather ?"

willing?How could it be reconciled, how could it be reconciled?

He trains very hard every day, his talent is no lower than the current captain Raul, he even broke Raul's scoring record in Castilla, except that he was born later and lacked the opportunity to play, There is nothing in him that is inferior to Raul.

He and Torres of Atletico Madrid, they are both called Raúl II.Raul has also broken the records of Real Madrid's youth teams at all levels. The Spanish media said that he and Torres will be Spain's striker partners for the next ten years-but now?

He almost didn't even make the roster, and Torres is already a member of the senior team's starting lineup, so he knows how big the difference is.

Portillo grinned, his lips were a little dry, and his eyes narrowed,

Calculated, he is five months older than Juan, and they were both promoted to the first team at the same time, but Juan was sent back soon, while he insisted on staying in the first team, firmly believing that he must have the opportunity to succeed One day... Is it my fault?

"Of course not." He clearly heard his own low laugh. "I know what you're trying to say and what you mean. Now I just have one question..."

Portillo looked up, the light in his eyes was exactly the same as that of Quaresma.

"Lease, or buy out?"

When their conversation was over, Portillo had already left, Juan and Cassie were still sitting in silence, Cassie was a little worried and Diou touched Juan's arm: "Juan, are you okay?" ?”

"I'm fine." Juan took a deep breath, "It's just about the money, maybe I have to think about it again."

"How about... Borrow some?" Cassie was a little hesitant. After saying this, he couldn't help but reject his proposal. Where can I borrow it?If Lark could still borrow money, he wouldn't have sold himself like this.

"No." Juan took a deep breath, "I will sell my shares and invest in Laco."

"...What did you say?" Cassie's eyes widened all of a sudden. He didn't know how much money Juan had, but he also knew that it was a height that many people would never be able to achieve in their lifetime, even with a normal salary. In high football, Juan's assets are enough to kill a large number of people in seconds.

Now he's going to sell his assets and invest all the money in Laco?

"I will leave the back road, don't worry." Juan reassured the people around him, made several phone calls in a row, and changed many languages. Some Cassie understood, and some were just confused. However, he still kept quiet and waited for his call to end. After about half an hour, Juan put down the phone.

"I have concentrated most of the assets together, and I can almost inject a little capital into Laco, and then concentrate the shares from the small shareholders, and when I can almost control 23% of Laco, I can stop." Juan sighed .

He also knows that Laco's life is difficult now, and what he has to do now is to bring Laco to make money. The only way to reassure them that he will not run away is to tie his own interests to the same chariot.

"You should save some for yourself!"

"I kept it." Juan smiled, "I kept a lot of shares for myself."

"For example?" Cassie raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't have much research in this area, he could at least listen to what Juan said to be at ease.

"Google, Yahoo, Apple... also invested in Evan Williams and a Harvard student, and retained their shares."

Juan said it lightly, but Cassie started to glar at him angrily: "You are clearly spending money outside! I have never heard of anything other than Yahoo and Google!"

"You will know later." Juan's face was unpredictable. After a season, he now firmly believes in the dream he had before-not to mention other things, the dream has been repeated time and time again when he was at Manchester United. It proved, but he didn't exist in the dream, so he regarded himself as the only variable.

And now, the only variable is about to start doing evil again :)

Of course, having said that, he made a special call to Mendez. Hearing that the person on the other end was still awake, he was running around for his business. He heard that it was him calling. The call was also very gratifying: "Juan, I didn't expect that among so many people, it still depends on you to make money."

Among all the people he signed, Juan's status is quite special. First of all, Juan took the money to start a brokerage company with him, which is enough to say that he built his own money empire. Secondly, under the leadership of Juan, he I also learned to speculate in stocks. Although it is not a big sale, I have accumulated a lot of assets. Therefore, even if Juan has not earned a penny for him over the years, even if he continues to stay in Castilla Meng Chen, he respected Juan's own wishes very much.

——Of course, respect is respect, and he still has to avenge the enmity between Real Madrid and Barcelona.

Now is an excellent opportunity, what could be more satisfying than turning back against the old master?

"Leave the money making aside, what about the personnel situation?"

"The negotiations here at Quaresma are at the end. I tried to mention Messi you and I mentioned. Barcelona officials seem to be very indifferent to his existence. It is estimated that we can bring some money. Let's go." Jorge laughed on the phone, "But what do you want this sick bastard for?"

"I have my reasons." Juan thought for a while, and then said soothingly, "Don't worry, when did I ask you to buy shares and you lost money?"

Jorge thought about it, and immediately responded: "Then I will go to the player himself to try harder. He has been silent all the time, and I don't know what to say... By the way, you didn't call today just for this Do something?"

"Of course not." Juan tapped lightly on the table with his fingers. "It seems like the eyes of the whole of Europe are on Lisbon now, not just because of the Euros."

"I did it." Jorge admitted very happily, "I am good at building momentum, but we don't have too much time left, I haven't checked the two in Brazil and Costa Rica yet. "

"Okay, I'll attract your attention, and you try to take care of the three of them as lightly as possible." Juan agreed without hesitation. It was the first time for Cassie to see the tacit cooperation between the two, and she was stunned. He put down his phone and glanced at the people around him: "What, are you stupid?"

"No..." Cassie swallowed and shook her head. "I heard you mention Fernando before, and I thought you would come out at night to remember for a while, and then talk to me about the philosophy of human nature..."

Unexpectedly, he actually talked about business with Juan!And also watched him pry the corner of Real Madrid orz

"I really want to talk to you about this matter." Juan sighed and spread his hands with a smile, "But you have also seen that the one who collapses first will die first. We did not die at that time, which means that we are not chaotic enough now. Well, neither God nor Satan intended us to be called by the Lord, did they?"

"...It makes sense! Then what are we going to do now?" Cassie looked eager to try.

Juan blinked: "Of course I went to Guti and the others."

"Eh?"

Juan laughed: "I also want to experience what it's like to meet Guti in a nightclub."

"..."

When Juan returned to the hotel, the sky began to shine. He looked at the time, washed up in a hurry, and then fell asleep on the bed. He didn't get up until the afternoon, and he started to deal with emails and current resources on the computer when he woke up. Integration, can't stop sending emails while making phone calls.

When he was finally done with it, there was a knock on the door. Juan stretched himself to check the time. It was almost time for them to come back from training. As soon as the door opened, a group of teammates poured in.

Juan was stunned, looking at them and looking outside: "What's the situation, you don't go to rest after training?"

"You haven't given me extra training yet." Cristiano raised his face and was very stubborn. Juan was taken aback. It is true that he has been busy with assets and Laco since last night. The national team is here because they don't need On the contrary, he was negligent in the last game. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and immediately nodded: "Okay."

The next day, they were going to have the last training before the game. Juan finally appeared in the team. The media reporters on the scene were commotion, and then soon shouted: "Juan!" "Juan!" ! Look here!" "Dias!!"

Juan was taken aback for a moment, but he still nodded slightly towards the media. In fact, because he had to deal with too many things these days and used too much brain, he hadn't calmed down yet, and there was no expression on his face, but he He just had a cold face, which was almost frozen into ice cubes by those media reporters.

Seeing the bus drive away, the reporters looked at each other.

"What's wrong with Dias, is he angry?" "No way, we didn't do anything to make him angry..." "Is the relationship with a player in the team bad?" "How is it possible? , It’s better to say that there is a problem with the relationship with the coaching staff? After all, you said that such a young head coach was born by your side, and no one feels good..."

The reporters suddenly stopped talking, and looked at each other, only to see a word full of words in the eyes of their colleagues - Toutiao!

On the night of June 6th, Juan did not play the game. He sat on the bench with a calm face and didn't even take out any snacks, which surprised many people.

"Yaoshou, Juan didn't watch while eating!" "Isn't the point of this game that he was sitting on the bench? This is the quarter-finals!" Oh, what a pity, I still want to see the heroic appearances of the two handsome guys Juan and Beckham competing on the court..."

Not only the fans are sorry, but all the commentators are also very sorry: "It was a pity during the World Cup that we couldn't see Beckham and Redondo competing on the same field. It turns out that it is good now. Even Dias Playing with Beckham seems to be gone!"

Scolari doesn't care about the two handsome guys competing on the same field at all. What he cares about most is the game on the field, but for now, the whole field does not seem to be a very optimistic thing.

During the intermission, the two teams entered the player tunnel with a score of one goal each. When Scolari was speaking, Juan didn't say a word to avoid suspicion, which made everyone very uncomfortable. Habit.

Figo sighed and waved: "Juan, tell me something."

"This is the captain's time." Juan smiled and waved his hands, "I am not suitable to say anything now, the captain can just say it."

"If you tell you to go, just go, don't talk so much nonsense." Rui Costa pulled him into the middle angrily. If it wasn't because this kid didn't play, would he still be working hard on the court?Oh, his old bones...

"What's inappropriate for you? You're still a member of the team. Tell me!" Marceno also encouraged him, but Andrade remained silent. Because of his special status, it would be safer not to speak at this time.

"Then I just said it?" Juan raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath. "Everyone's performance in the first half... If it wasn't for my tutor not allowing me to use swear words, maybe I could write a paper with a string of swear words now."

"Ka?"

Once he spoke, the Juan brand refrigerator couldn't stop at all, and several people were beaten to pieces with several words in succession, but after Juan finished speaking, everyone's faces were a little relieved.

He never pointed out everyone's mistakes, and he stood by with a calm face, which made them feel uncomfortable.

"I don't care what happens in the second half, if it's reduced to a penalty shootout, Ricardo, you will play the last one!"

"Ah?" Quaresma and Ricardo raised their heads at the same time.

"...I mean the great Ricardo, the other Ricardo kicked in front."

Since the last game against Spain, goalkeeper Ricardo's nickname in the team has become "Great Man", but at this time he had no time to laugh, and pointed at himself dumbfounded: "I'll play the last one?"

"I believe you can score, and I also believe that you can save England's ball." Juan nodded affirmatively.

"Hah... Thank you so much." Ricardo patted his head and muttered, but he didn't think Portugal and England would be reduced to penalty kicks.

However, when the stoppage time was over, the whole Portuguese team was sluggish. They looked up at the score on the field. It was 2-2. Portugal and England entered a penalty shootout; Larry looked puzzled, but soon turned his head to look at Juan, who was beside him.

At the beginning of the second half, Juan still took out his snacks, but he sat in his seat honestly and did not get up and run. He was very thoughtful in avoiding suspicion, but the result of thoughtfulness was a draw to a penalty shootout. .

But this time, Scolari did not continue to ignore Juan. He was silent for a while and turned his head: "Juan, do you have any thoughts on the penalty shootout?"

The coaching staff and Juan raised their eyebrows in surprise, about Scolari's question, but Juan quickly stood up and quickly answered his own thoughts, but he didn't expect Scolari to listen to him, so he said After he was done, he turned and sat down.

The whole Portuguese team is better at penalty kicks, except for Juan, he has nothing to worry about.

When the two sides started taking turns to kick penalty kicks, Juan was taken aback.

Coach Scolari seems to really agree with him. When the great Ricardo saved England's last penalty without gloves, the entire coaching bench was about to boil, but they endured and did not burst out—

Portugal also missed a penalty.

The great man Ricardo took a deep breath and stood in front of the football.

This may be his brightest moment as a goalkeeper.

Stare at the goal, take two steps back, run up, kick up and shoot!

"al!!! The host Portugal is the first to advance to the semi-finals!!!"