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Juan's goal was also extremely unreasonable. Let alone someone intercepting him along the way, even his own family members didn't have time to help him. It was just a long shot, without even leaving time for others to react, everything was settled.

The dark blond person turned around and glanced at Fanny indifferently: "You did it on purpose."

The Dutchman did not refute either, and he was not even depressed after being scored. He and Van der Sar were already used to such scenes, so the expressions of the two were still very calm. When Juan asked this, he even had Yu Li smiled back at Juan: "Yes."

Of course, he did it on purpose. He kept marking, chasing and blocking all the way and refused to give up. He just wanted to force Juan to make a choice between passing the ball or suppressing him.

"When you were at Manchester United, you often said that you were nervous. In fact, we know whether you are nervous or not." When Ruud said these words, he covered his lips very carefully to prevent being caught by the camera. Facts have proved that he The idea is correct, because Juan didn't go to celebrate after scoring a goal. Instead, he was talking to his old teammates here, and the cameras had already focused on them.

Seeing that Juan remained silent and did not intend to speak at all, it was rare for Fanny to speak more: "I don't mean to accuse you, and I even thank you, because of you I am stronger."

Juan sighed secretly, and covered his mouth with his hand: "It's none of my business."

The Dutchman shook his head: "You are still so rebellious."

Everyone knows that he has an awe-inspiring temper, he has a keen sense of smell in front of goal, and his dominance in the penalty area is unmatched in football.

——But he can also smell the smell similar to himself, just like animals distinguish the same kind.

Juan hides everything about himself under the thousands of ravines and ravines in the ice and snow land. His whole body is like a silent and deadly enemy whistling by the north wind. Occasionally, a flash of life will flash from his inspiration. Chengfu and thinking are only rarely revealed.

But maybe because of his young age, Fanny finally found the lone wolf in his character in his white snow.

Ferocity, tenacity, and unyielding ruthlessness, maybe it is really because of the relationship of the same kind, so before others have not noticed, Fanny has successfully aroused his mood swings.

Juan didn't deny what Fanny said was unruly, but only replied with a smile that was not a smile: "You are too curious."

There are naturally wolves in the ice field, but everyone knows that even if you encounter them by chance, you should learn to avoid them, but there is no such curiosity as Fanny who rushes up.

"I have paid the price for my curiosity." Ruud didn't know if Juan heard these words, because at this time his teammates had already gathered around him and surrounded him enthusiastically to celebrate, the Netherlands Ren looked up at the scoreboard, and the lead that had been maintained for a period of time was finally equalized. With Juan on the court, it would be difficult to overtake again.

During the intermission, Juan wiped his sweat and was soon surrounded by crowds. Facing everyone’s curious eyes, Juan took a sip of water calmly: "He just chatted with me about the past and life. .”

...who will talk about this on the field!Are you kidding us? !

Everyone had similar expressions on their faces. Juan ignored them, but took off his headband and combed his hair, sighing.

"Juan, isn't your hair a bit too long?" Cristiano looked at Rui Costa, then at Juan's hair, and couldn't help asking, Juan was taken aback, touched He stroked the hair on the back of his head.

It is indeed a bit long, almost shoulder-length, but this is also a habit left over from Spain. Many people like long hair fluttering, and they are very handsome when playing football.

——In other words, coquettish.

Especially when youths like Juan, Guti or Torres who are good-looking, have lighter hair, and have a more agile style of play start running, it is almost like an elf running on the green field.

Juan's hair is of good quality. When he first arrived at Manchester United, he deliberately cut his hair short. However, since he left Spain, he did not believe that outsiders' craftsmanship has kept it. It is indeed a bit long now.

"It's a bit long." Juan nodded as he twisted his hair, then subconsciously glanced at the people in the dressing room, and was relieved to find that although his hair was the longest, there were still a large part of them. They all have long hair!

He is not worried at all!Um!

So subconsciously facing his teammate's hair glued head is a brain collapse, it must not be his intention!

When Cristiano covered his forehead and looked like crying, Juan patted him on the shoulder: "By the way, Cristiano, I have set a goal for you for next season."

"What?" The Portuguese teenager looked up with tears in his eyes, and saw Juan's evil mouth raised.

"Kill Fonny."

"?"

"Grab his main position."

"??"

"It would be nice to get him out of Manchester United."

"...Juan, what are you going to do?" The old captain who listened to him and felt that something was wrong finally couldn't help it. Why did he feel that something would happen if he continued talking?

Juan replied calmly: "I want to drive him to La Liga."

"With me?" Cristiano couldn't believe it. Now Van Nistelrooy is still the absolute main force of the Red Devils. He will play mainly if he is not injured. Although he is slowly changing to the position of a winger, for now, he is still a midfielder, and he can't match Ruud van Nistelrooy anyway!

"It's up to you." Juan nodded affirmatively, "I hope you can drive him out with your own strength. He left from Manchester United, the best in the Premier League. There is no player he likes in the entire Premier League. Real Madrid will definitely take care of Manchester United. It is not the first time that stars are interested, they will definitely invite the Dutchman to join, and Van Nistelrooy will definitely not refuse."

"This, this..." Cristiano touched his head and asked a little tactfully, "Is one season too rushed?"

Rui Costa, who was drinking water, suddenly choked and patted himself with a heart-rending cough, but at this time, he didn't even pay attention to himself, but tried his best to stare at Juan and Christie Arno two crazy people.

Juan didn't seem to think that Cristiano, a rookie who had only been at Manchester United for a season, would not be able to shake the foundation of old people like Van Nistelrooy, and Cristiano didn't seem to think that he couldn't do it at all, he was just asking politely Will the time be a little too short?

These two people are too confident!

Juan shook his head lightly: "Don't worry, he will be kicked out next season, and he will only be able to play in La Liga next season. I can't wait."

"What do you want him to do in La Liga?" The more Figo heard, the more dangerous he felt. He is also the head player of Real Madrid now, and he doesn't want to be made a difficult club teammate by his national team teammates!Especially the Dutch are notoriously unruly. Now their locker room is messy enough, but there must be no more...

Juan showed an innocent smile: "I think he seems a little bored in the Premier League. There are more fun in La Liga. I guess he will like it more."

How much fun is La Liga?There are a lot of troubles in La Liga, right?

Figo complained in his heart, and what is especially problematic is that Juan will start coaching Depor next season. Who knows what big waves he can make?

"This vengeful heart is strong enough..." Rui finally let go, wiped his mouth and muttered in a low voice, it is indeed strong enough, after all, he has never heard of it, in order to give people To have some fun, deliberately trick him into another club's situation.

When Scolari came in from the outside, he was facing the Portuguese team with a somewhat weird atmosphere. Scolari was stunned, thinking that the draw in the first half reminded them of the game against England.

"It's okay everyone, cheer up, no matter what we say, we will win the game, just like the last game against England!" Scolari cheered up, and then subconsciously looked at the great man Ricardo, what he had to say Yes, the Portuguese team may have the most highlights of all teams in this European Cup.

Manchester United's rookie Cristiano, the outstanding defender Marcheno, the captain of the Devil's Flying Wings, Figo, Ricardo, who was almost heroic with his body...and Juan Dia, who has multiple identities and is on the cusp of the storm s.

The Brazilian coach subconsciously glanced at Juan's direction and sighed somewhat complicatedly.

He is really in a dilemma now, and he doesn't know what Juan and his agent are thinking. Now that he has announced that he may become the coach of Deportivo next season, the locker room of the entire Portuguese national team is in a dilemma. Coach The team didn't know what attitude to use to face him.

Originally, if he was just an ordinary player, he would be banned from playing, but Juan can control the situation on the court, which is even more terrible.

Which coach doesn't want to have an extra shiny trophy in his hand?Especially in the European Cup, who would think that there are too many champions in hand?

Of course, all thoughts were hidden in his heart, and he continued: "About the second half, let me just say a few words..."

After deciding what to do in the second half, Scolari went out first, leaving Figo's captain time, but the Portuguese Devil Wing did not speak for a long time, which made the young man who is usually used to the captain's encouragement at this time They were all taken aback, and when they looked over, they found that Figo was tying his shoelaces.

After tying his shoelaces, Figo stomped his feet and got up naturally and turned around: "Let's go."

"??" The Portuguese players looked at each other, "What about the speech, captain?"

"There's nothing to talk about." Portuguese Number Seven waved his hands, and said proudly, "Go out and fuck your mother!"

"Oh!!"

Juan also raised his hand very vigorously to express his support, which made Cristiano who was on the side tremble a few times, and looked over in horror.

This is the first time that Juan has shown an almost passionate reaction!

Juan didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all, but tied the headband on his head again, then got up and patted the heads of his teammates: "Let's go!"

At the beginning of the second half of the game, the Netherlands fell into a hard fight.

The Tulips are best at switching offense and defense.Their captain is the core, and Van Nistelrooy, the king of the small penalty area, is the perpetual motion machine of the entire team. It can be said that it is their cooperation that makes this Tulip Army more gorgeous and aggressive.

But now, they are almost oppressed by Portugal's offensive and can only defend passively, unable to raise their heads at all.

Deco and Rui Costa connected the entire Portuguese midfield. It was as if they were desperate to get the ball and start to organize the attack. They didn't worry about the situation behind. Although this style of play consumes It's huge and it's easy to steal the football, but the Netherlands is still falling apart step by step.

There is no way, even if they grab the ball, someone in Portugal's backcourt will grab it back.

Since Juan cannot be avoided, the Dutch players would rather take the ball out of the sideline than give Portugal another chance to attack. No matter where the opponent is coming from, the defense can immediately block the ball in his direction, and once the ball is intercepted by Juan, he can send the ball back to his frontcourt with a long pass.

This style of play also depends entirely on the stability of the defense. If it is unstable, the audience may not be so calm and have a strong offensive advantage, but the audience needs quick-acting heart-relief pills. Too excited and myocardial infarction...

It was the first time in so many years that the Netherlands was pressed so hard. If there was no other way, Ruud van Nistelrooy, who couldn't defend at all, would not defend him.

——However, Van Nistelrooy does not know how to defend at all.

He is more suitable to stay in the frontcourt of the Netherlands, that is, to ambush in front of the goal, waiting for the opportunity to strike a fatal blow. He is definitely not suitable for long-distance raids and urgent pressing.

When Van Nistelrooy heard him say that while defending him, he subconsciously froze and then laughed: "Are you still thinking about that goal in the first half?"

"Of course." Juan looked calm, "After all, this is the first time I've seen you run so wildly that doesn't match the setting, can you hold it up physically?"

Seeing that Juan still had a chance to blackmail him, Fan Ni waved his hand and said that he would not care about these details: "I can make you run for the whole half, no matter how you look at it, I have earned it."

"Really?" Juan's eyes flickered, and he stopped talking.

Fanny didn't know that Juan really missed him, and he was still looking at the chaos in front of his house with some sighs.As the king of the small penalty area, he naturally knows how precarious his own goal is now...

I also felt a little sympathetic to Van der Sar, being beaten like this around the goal.

However, soon, Dutch captain Cook intercepted the ball. Their captain played very stably as a defender, especially in steals. At least as far as actual combat is concerned, it is still very practical. For example, after the football is cut off, the Tulip Legion finally set up an offensive immediately when they have time.

Fanny's eyes lit up, and he was about to run in another direction when he was stopped.

The dark blonde smiled at him calmly.

"Have defended me for so long, are you tired? Let's change, I will defend you."

Van Nistelrooy was stunned and wanted to cry, but his defense was not on the same level as Juan's defense? ! "No, no need, we are still doing our own thing..."

"you sure?"

"I'm sure!" Van Nistelrooy nodded seriously, and then ran away immediately. Sure enough, when the football was carefully brought to the edge of the penalty area, Cook began to look for him, and when he saw him, their captain's eyes lit up Just divided the ball over.

Van Nistelrooy didn't lower his head when he received the ball. He was afraid that he might miss the small problems around him, so he noticed that the smile on the captain's face turned into a look of shock almost immediately.

"Run!! Fanny!! Run!!" He heard his captain growl. Although it is very common for captains to growl, this was the first time he heard their captain be so anxious while being excited.

what happened?

He had already raised his foot to take the ball, but everything around him seemed to be suspended, including himself.

All the sounds on the court were gone, and there was even a little silence. He heard the sound of his own breathing and the sound of his heart beating.

He clearly felt a person's aura, as if suddenly appearing beside him, the red ghost floated over, and the dark golden slightly long hair even accidentally fell into his flat palm, but it was too late Hold it and it's gone.

Soon, that wonderful feeling faded away like a tide, and the sound of the entire stadium came back to my ears. Accompanied by the exclamation of the audience, the screams of the on-site commentators were a bit earth-shattering.

"Juan Dias!"

Juan once again controlled the ball at his feet, but this time he did not try to dribble the ball for a long distance, but directly distributed the ball in two steps. In fact, this is what he has done the most in the national team so far. Work.

He hopes that when he is still in the national team, he can provide his own strength for the team, whether it is in the training of the team or the mutual assistance of the players. For shooting, he only needs to do a good job of stabilizing and cultivating the defense for everyone.

This is what he wants to do most now!

The game ended 2-1. In the second half, Juan stayed behind to steal the ball to support and did not participate in an attack. But even so, he still laid the most solid foundation for the victory of the entire team!

At the same time, it has to be mentioned that if he hadn’t been at the back all the time, Portugal might have gone to the point of no return—orz, who was killed by his own frontcourt

Andrade, Marcello, and Carvalho, the three of them can be regarded as dedicated to their duties. It can be said that they tried their best to prevent the Dutch attack. However, even with Juan's blessing, they couldn't bear the opponent's frequent rush of a large number of people. , there is no interception ability in the frontcourt, the midfielder Rui and Deco are old people who are not willing to move, the two sides Cristiano and Figo are basically defensive rookies, and Quaresma and Portillo...

Come on, if their captain and teammates are defensive rookies, these two are defensive idiots.

It was also thanks to their captain that they managed to score a goal in the second half. Otherwise, there would be extra time, and there might be a desperate penalty shootout. No one wanted to do it again.

After the game, Juan did not choose to follow Scolari to the post-match press conference. He was held back by Figo. Their captain looked over with a tangled expression, and it seemed that there was something important to do. explain.

But Juan was dragged aside by him, and he waited for a long time before his captain said anything, feeling a little depressed: "Captain, what exactly do you want to say?"

"I just wanted to say... well, did you see Robben?"

"Roben?" Juan was taken aback again, "Who?"

"Number 19 in the Netherlands, that bald head." Although it was a little awkward to say, Figo still said, "He is now the head scorer of Eindhoven in the Eredivisie, and the statistics and information are very good... "

Juan blinked, and he had an impression when he mentioned bald head. Although he didn't remember people's names very much, he was still very clear about their characteristics, especially when Robben and him faced each other several times: "Then?"

"Then, isn't Laco short of people?" Figo gritted his teeth, "I think he's not bad, do you want to try?"

"..." Juan was stunned for a while, and then realized that this was his captain recommending talents to help him.

"Louis, I'm very grateful for your help." He was thinking about how to speak in a tone that would not hurt his captain, "But... if someone much older than me comes, especially with you If players from the same year come over, it will be difficult for me to manage in the team..."

Figo was stunned, only to hear Juan continue: "There are Vereron, Andrade and Capdevila in the team, but the one you recommended to me looks a little older than the three of them, The technology is quite good, what if you can't hold it down?"

"Juan, Juan, wait a moment." The Portuguese captain finally recovered his voice, "Did you misunderstand something?"

"?" Juan blinked at him.

"Roben...is only 20 years old this year." Figo paused, "Two years younger than you."

Now Juan was really stunned. He opened his mouth, pointed at himself with a strange face, and then pointed in the direction of the Dutch dressing room: "You mean...he was born in 84?"

"Although Portugal has not touched the Netherlands for a long time, it is also very bad behavior for you to not pay attention to the opponent's team." Figo told him seriously. Looks like a majestic elder. "It's the first time for Robben to participate in the Intercontinental Cup, and it's also the first time for the national team to appear in the main match. In any case, it's two years behind you, right?"

"Sorry, I judge people by their appearance." Juan admitted his mistake very simply.

He really didn't expect it, who knew that the man started to be bald when he was 20 years old, and he was even more bald than Zidane, plus his own face full of vicissitudes, he looked at it in 84 and in 74 almost!

"...It's okay, the problem is not with you." Figo paused, feeling a little helpless, not to mention Juan, he was also stunned when he saw it for the first time, still thinking that there was an old man he didn't know in the Netherlands Face, if it wasn't for the captain of the Netherlands, Cook, who noticed his micro-expression and explained something to him, he would be kept in the dark now.

The two looked at each other in silence, and then changed the subject tacitly: "His ability is indeed very strong, he is very fast on the side, and he is also very fast when cutting inside."

"I found out that he is indeed a good side player, but I guess he himself would not be willing to come to Laco." Juan sighed, not to mention whether Laco's current state of empty shell has the financial resources to carry this charge A's top scorer came to his team. Just talking about Juan as the head coach is actually enough to make many people have doubts.

——A head coach under the age of 22?

This is simply crazy. If Juan didn't understand his own personality, he would definitely not choose to join. It was Quaresma and Portillo who believed in him enough.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Figo encouraged him, and Juan thought about it too: "Then I'll call Jorge later."

After taking a quick shower in the locker room, Juan got dressed and found his phone station outside to call his agent. His agent was not asleep, and he was very excited when he received the call. Di shouted at him, "Juan, well done!"

Juan smiled: "Watched the game?"

"Yes, your performance is awesome! And that Robben from the Netherlands, you know? At first I thought that the Netherlands got another veteran player from somewhere, but I checked the information, and he actually Younger than you..." Thinking of this, Jorge Mendes was also speechless, Juan originally had a face that didn't show his age, and the Dutch were young and old, the difference between the two was obviously only one year Standing together, there is actually a feeling that the generation is not the same as the previous generation...

Juan coughed lightly: "I'm a little interested in him."

"Ha, what a coincidence." Jorge laughed, "Jose just called me and said he was interested in Robben."

Hearing what Jorge said, Juan froze for a moment, his eyes flashed away, his voice was still normal, but with some soft breath: "Which Jose?"

"Which one else?" Jorge smiled, "He will go to Chelsea next season to coach, and he was still worried about the list of forwards, but now there is no need to worry."

Juan naturally understood what Jorge meant.

Jose Mourinho is already the Champions League champion coach. His high-profile arrival at Chelsea Stamford Bridge has real materials, and although he is young, he is still compared with the age of other coaches. The players are a generation older.

No matter from which aspect, Juan, a rookie coach who is still young without the blessing of trophies, cannot be compared with others.

"I see." Juan sighed lightly, "How is the situation on your side?"

"Silva has already agreed, and it's just a matter of signing, because if he doesn't choose our La Liga, he may be loaned to Russia next season, so the ice and snow place, you know... He dug under his own banner! So did Navas!" Jorge immediately began to divert Juan's attention. In fact, he was also very helpless, but there was nothing he could do about it. Benfica seems to be interested in him..."

"Then throw money at it." Juan pressed his swollen head and said in a muffled voice.

"Splash with money?" Jorge was taken aback, thinking that the little ancestor was in a bad mood and began to talk nonsense, "Juan, Laco doesn't have the money to spend on you, Silva and Navas have already It cost us 30 Euros, and this is still an unknown little guy who may be retiring..."

"I will inject capital within two days. You can just spend Laco's money at ease." Juan replied with a sigh, and told Jorge his thoughts. "

"Injection, where did you get the money?" Jorge was taken aback, "Even if you sell all the stocks you own, it's only tens of millions. Although Laco is empty, it is still a small La Liga giant. You can’t even get 5% of the shares for a little money, right?”

"I sold the family estate."

"Besides, even if you can make money, what about stocks... What did you say?!" The scream of the Portuguese broker on the phone almost pierced Juan's eardrums, and he rubbed his temples with a headache.

"Don't be so surprised... I sold it to Aunt Eugenia, and she'll keep it safe for me."

"Oh, it turned out to be someone inside the family, you scared me to death." Jorge heaved a sigh of relief. If Juan dared to sell any of those real estate items to anyone who was not from the Albert family, Maybe the crime of smuggling national cultural relics will be hit on the head with a bang.

He is not a member of the Albert family, and no one will save him if this continues, then Juan's life is almost over.

"I'm not stupid." Juan smiled. "My aunt and I are getting what we need. I need funds now, and she needs the family business. It's very appropriate, isn't it?"

"Okay, well, you've already said that, and it must have been ready to sell." Jorge spread his hands helplessly, "You told me this on purpose, just to let me feel at ease and don't be afraid to spend money?"

"That's right." Juan said with a smile, "It's all my painstaking effort, so you should keep it and use it."

"Understood." Jorge was obviously still in the shock of selling his family's real estate, but out of professional ethics, he asked one more question, "How much capital will be injected?"

"Between [-] million and [-] million." Juan said lightly.

"What did you say?!!"

The man on the phone screamed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, but Juan had no time to pay attention to him at this time. Hearing that the man on the phone was going crazy, he seemed unable to stop. He took a deep breath and hung up phone, and then nodded to the person at the other end of the corridor in a standard and elegant manner.

"Long time no see, Ms. Albert."

A crowd of people stood at the end of the corridor. The woman in the front had a graceful figure wrapped in a black suit skirt, her face was hidden by a veil, and Juan knew who it was.

His nominal guardian, his adoptive mother, Eugenia Albert.

But now, behind her stood a group of property notaries. In order to take into account the nobleman's face, he had to show a polite look in public.

...but his aunt didn't seem to think so.

"Juan! My baby, you have suffered—" Juan felt helpless when he was embraced by the flying woman. The mother and daughter love to hug him very much. He was very used to being affectionate as if he was a doll, so he quickly held the person in his arms to prevent her from slipping down: "Auntie, I didn't suffer much..."

"How could it be possible not to suffer! England is gloomy every day, without even a single sun!" As she said this, she turned her head to look behind her, and Juan could even hear a hint of sternness in her tone: "Auntie Here, no one can bully you in the future!"

Juan's eyes flickered. He naturally knew who his aunt was speaking to, so he nodded obediently: "Okay."

"Let's go, let's go to the property notarization." She hugged Juan's arm affectionately and walked to the box. Juan was taken aback again: "When did you come?"

He also specially reserved a box, but it didn't look like they had just arrived, he thought they had just arrived at the end of the game.

"It's been here from the beginning! Our Juan is the most handsome football player, so beautiful." When he said this, his aunt exuded the brilliance of maternal love. Juan opened his mouth helplessly, but in the end he didn't say anything. explain.

...In fact, he really wants to know why this mother and daughter are raising him as if he were his son...

The property notarization went smoothly. When someone wanted to lower the price, his aunt shook the red wine glass in her hand, her voice was flat but cold.

"The real estate of the Albert family is worth as much as it should be. Anyone who dares to belittle even one point is an insult to the entire history of the Albert family."

Now everyone was honest and did not dare to do any small tricks. At this moment, she had lifted her short veil, and Juan glanced at it and sighed secretly.

If they didn't know about the mother and daughter, they would look like a pair of sisters.

Although he only had a short glance, he was still noticed by his aunt. She looked over and raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Baby, I heard that you are going to coach Laco?"

Juan nodded: "Yes."

"That's it." Eugenia thought for a while, then smiled, "It's just right, that piece of land is your own fief, so I don't need to cover you."

Oh……

Juan clearly saw the jealousy and helplessness in the eyes of some unfocused staff members.

O noble privilege!

Most of the early aristocrats lived in their own rural territories. After the expansion of public power, political power and economic power were concentrated in the capital and cities. Coupled with the monarch’s deliberate construction of the palace, the aristocracy began to transfer to the palace and cities.

In places where the royal power is strong, the dukes and nobles moved from their own territories to the court. This is the case in England, France, Spain, and Portugal. Therefore, although the Eugenia family has been living in Madrid and Seville, they still have their own. Just like the fiefdom of Prince Charles of England is Wales, and the local taxes belong to him.

Juan was also quite helpless: "As long as you are happy..."