football's most handsome

Let's go back to the night before the football explosion, after Jane Smith and Sarah Carbonero fought for love in the restaurant.

Although a lot of things happened in the middle, the place recommended by Figo was still great. They ate very happily. When they returned to the hotel where Cassie was staying, the Spaniard was still spitting happily: "Are you I don't know, she just sat there like that when you weren't around... and I said, 'Miss, please respect yourselves.'"

"Then what did she say?" Juan answered with admiration.

"Then she said, 'You're making me respect yourself, you should calm down, right?' And I told her, 'Come on, your face looks like it's fake, it's not natural at all' . . . and she He jumped up angrily and almost slapped me."

Juan's face was full of "" expressions, which translates to: Are you fucking kidding me? "Did you really say that? If you treat girls so badly, how will you find a girlfriend in the future..."

"Hehe, of course it's true. Even if my girlfriend finds me, she won't find her like this." Cassie said a little guilty. Of course, he was able to tell the truth because Juan was not there at the time, "But , will you hate me? Will you ignore me? "

"Why would I ignore you?" Juan was surprised and inexplicable, "But I'm quite surprised, that Sara should be the type you have always liked, right?"

"That's not it!" Cassie retorted immediately, and then blinked, "You don't think I'm not a gentleman to women?"

"No, how you want to treat a person is your own business." Juan waved his hand casually, "If you don't like her, I just don't want to get in touch with her."

"Then what would you say if you were there?" They had already walked to the door, and Cassie lowered her head and fumbled for the room card, avoiding seeing Juan's expression by the way.

"Well... I would probably say, 'I support Cassie, girl please respect yourself'." Juan replied with a smile.

"Hey, I knew you would protect me." Cassie grinned and opened the door. Before she could say anything, Juan pushed the door in. "??!"

He staggered, looked back and saw that Juan had closed the door, and smiled evilly at him x

"You...what do you want to do?" Cassie shrank her neck in fear, Juan sneered twice, stretched out his hand and knocked him to the ground.

"Hey!!"

Cassie began to struggle like a frightened salted fish, and the two began to fight in Casillas' room.Juan picked up all the youth training in La Liga, but Castilla is the most familiar, especially Cassie. Juan has mastered almost all the weaknesses of his body. After a while, Cassie collapsed on the ground and lost his strength. He was still put on the bed by Juan.

The two looked at the ceiling in all directions, chatting with each other.

"Hey...Juan, do you think Deportivo or Real Madrid will win next season?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or lies?" Juan raised his eyebrows and turned to look at him.

"I don't want to listen to you." Cassie waved his hand helplessly. After the two of them were silent for a while, Cassie couldn't help but said, "Hey, tell me, who will win and who will become better?"

"Didn't you let me talk?" Juan rubbed his hair helplessly. His hair was already a little long. No matter how you looked at it, it should be cut, but Juan didn't seem to cut it off. Going to, it made him look a little softer.

"Tell me about it." Cassie replied with a smile.

"I think," Juan thought for a while with a helpless expression, "Maybe it's Real Madrid. Depor has been poached like this. What I want to do now is not to win the championship, but to revive."

"It's not about winning the championship, it's about revival... Hey, it makes sense." Cassie smiled, "Then what do you think of Barcelona?"

"Barcelona has Ronaldinho, but Real Madrid has Alvaro, so we're not afraid of him." Juan lazily turned over, "You also know that offensive players are always more famous than defenders."

Cassie was silent for a while, then asked hesitantly, "Which Alvaro?"

"...Abeloa!" Juan sighed. In the future, he should not be called by his first name, but just by his surname or nickname, otherwise he will not be able to understand it at all.

"Are you sure?" Cassie looked skeptical, "He's a year younger than you, I remember he's still in Castile and hasn't been dispatched yet..."

Juan smiled: "Just wait and see. At present, my main problem is about the game. I already have a general idea about the youth training, but the starting lineup of the first team is still very terrible."

"Didn't you ask Jorge to find someone?" Cassie turned his head to look at Juan in surprise, but he could only see his dark golden hair hanging down randomly, falling on the quilt as soft as feathers.

"Even if I went to find someone, I just finished handing over the real estate today, and my aunt only gave me the money two days ago, so it still takes a little time." When he said this, Juan wanted to sigh, and now with him It is better to play at an average age, such as Portillo and Quaresma, but there are very few unknown players at this age.

——Slightly named, whether they will come to Laco is one thing, and whether Laco has the money to buy them is another matter.

Casillas hesitated for a while before speaking: "What about the goalkeeper?"

"Goalkeeper... I have a 16-year-old candidate." Juan smiled helplessly, "It seems a bit young, but it's not bad to go to the youth training field."

Casillas opened his mouth. The last time he was rejected was still vivid in his memory. Although he knew he must be rejected this time, he still said, "Let me."

"Huh?" Juan was stunned for a moment, "Why are you bringing this up again? Didn't I say that it's better for you to stay in Real Madrid than to go to Laco with me..."

The Spaniard didn't take this kind of trick, and quickly pinched the core: "Juan, take me away."

The room suddenly became silent again, but this time, one side was nervous and anxious, and the other side was like a stone bull falling into the sea, and there was no reaction at all.

He took a deep breath, spoke again and continued: "Juan, I want to go with you, I want to be with you."

For this kind of words that are close to confession, he thought that he would never be able to say them in his life, but when he said them, he realized that it was nothing more than that, and he really was suitable for directly expressing his heart.

However, when Casillas was restless and flustered here, Juan straightened up and took out his mobile phone.

"What are you going to do?" Casillas straightened up with question marks all over his head, and Juan's answer was very straightforward: "I'll rent you, and now let Jorge make an offer to Real Madrid."

Calculated, the goalkeeper should actually be the category that costs the least among all players. First of all, the club has its own goalkeeper. If it really fails, it will buy one from outside. The money for buying and selling goalkeepers has always been within 400 million. Up and down, no big gimmick at all.

Besides, the goalkeeper is not injured a lot, and it has been used for such a long time. It's a good deal for the money.

Jorge promised to ask the price for him, then hung up the phone. Cassie hesitated for a while before asking, "What's your answer?"

"What?" Juan looked at him suspiciously.

"I mean, what's your answer to what I just said?" Cassie was very nervous. He had never been so nervous for more than 20 years in his life. However, the person in front of him thought for a while and showed a stunned expression. .

"I have already answered, I have asked Jorge to propose a loan contract to Real Madrid, look at you, you are next to me and haven't heard what I just said."

"...No..." Casillas opened his mouth, a little weak.

Is this guy in front of me an idiot? !

"What's that?" Juan was still puzzled.

"... Forget it, you go back!" Casillas's face was already steaming, but the man in front of him was still racking his brains seriously, and the Spaniard who couldn't bear it jumped up and dragged him away. He wanted to drive him out, but was suppressed by Juan with a "bang".

"Tell me clearly, what's the matter?" Juan could naturally see the tangled expression on his friend's face, but he didn't even know what his friend was struggling with!

I have to say that this is also the reason why Cassie and Juan's "friendship" was so in love and wanted to kill each other a few years ago. Juan could easily understand other people's psychology, until suddenly one day, he started I can't figure out what Cassie is thinking, and I seem to get it wrong every time. The relationship between the two of them, which was OK in childhood, immediately began to become dire in adolescence.

Cassie was pinned down on the bed by him and couldn't move, but he stubbornly covered his face with his arms, and refused to look at Juan no matter what.

"Go back first, I'm in a bit of a mess."

Juan left full of depression. He didn't realize what happened for a long time. The atmosphere suddenly became so strange, but at least it would be better for both sides to calm down now?

It wasn't until Juan left for a long time that Cassie moved his arms away from his face. His whole face was already flushed, and he sat up and looked in the direction of the door.

"This idiot..."

Juan was walking back to the hotel when Jorge's phone call came again: "You count as privately contacting players before the transfer."

"Forget it? We didn't discuss anything about the contract. Besides, everyone knows that we have been friends for many years." Juan is confident. It can be said that he is the only coach among all the coaches who can hold his head high and say that he is the same as the players. Friends for many years——

Isn’t this nonsense, they all grew up training together, eating, drinking, living together, and playing football on the same ground.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter anyway." Jorge sighed, "Real Madrid rejected our offer."

"How much did you pay?" Juan raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Three." Jorge replied directly, the conversation between them has already defaulted to the unit starting with "million", so as not to waste time saying a lot of numbers every time. "But Real Madrid said that if you don't rent it, it's even more impossible to sell it."

"It seems that Real Madrid finally know that Igor is their only reliable defense." Juan chuckled twice, "What about Portillo?"

"Real Madrid agreed to discuss the next step of the contract. Also, I found a replacement for Cassie...Diego Lopez, what do you think?"

"Diego, that's fine too." Juan nodded with a smile, they were all old friends, "What did he say?"

"He himself is quite happy, it seems that you have a good relationship." Jorge also smiled. "Ju An, you are so popular, why are you always not enlightened?"

"Ah?" Juan was taken aback, "Why don't you get enlightened?"

"Feelings!... Oh, forget it, I don't want to say more, you can go toss it on your own." Jorge coughed lightly and immediately changed the subject, "What do you think of Cassie?"

"Oh, he said he wanted to go to Laco and be with me." When he said this, the expression on Juan's face could not help softening, "He is really my brother for life."

"Pfft!!" Jorge seemed to spray something out on the phone, and then began to cough violently. Juan was stunned: "What's wrong with you?"

"I didn't do anything!" Jorge felt a little bit heart-piercing, "Tell me Juan honestly, is the wanting to be together that Cassie said is like Raul and Morientes being together?"

"Yes." Juan answered blankly, but just as Jorge breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the person on the other side of the phone add, "Aren't we all good friends and brothers?"

What kind of frighteningly low emotional intelligence is this?Even his agent has already noticed it, okay?

Obviously, he is good when dealing with other relationships, and he is very calm about interpersonal relationships, but when it comes to matters such as feelings, Juan directly changes his style of painting? !

...or is he playing dumb?

Jorge suddenly shuddered.

He has been with Juan for many years, but he still feels that he doesn't know him well enough.After all, he was poor at the time, and he was even just a small agent who had just started in Lisbon. He was unknown. At that time, Juan had not been promoted to the Castilla b team. At the time, he signed the contract almost immediately, which made him feel like he was in a dream for a long time.

From the first day he met Juan, he couldn't understand the boy's mind.

But looking at it now, he doesn't need to figure it out, after all, after all these years, he has figured out some of Juan's temper, and agrees with his thoughts.

Playing dumb or not, this is Juan's own opinion and idea anyway, and he just needs to show his support.

At lunch the next day, Andrade took the lead in sitting next to Juan, and smiled at Figo and Cristiano who were about to sit over: "Sorry, I have something to do with Juan."

The two looked at each other and nodded clearly, and Juan knew that he was coming to sit at this time, so he tore the bread without any hurry.

"Juan, you..." Andrade sighed and took out the newspaper from his pocket, "Have you read today's "Marca"?"

"No, what did Marca say?"

"I said about Laco, about the finances, and about...you." Andrade's expression was a bit complicated. He really didn't expect that Juan would do what he said, and promised to save Laco with everything he had. Bet, this is just crazy.

Juan glanced at it and saw Jorge Mendez's forehead on the headline, and he understood: "Let me have a look."

He wiped his hands and took the newspaper from Andrade's hand, Juan was not surprised that Anthony was found to be related to him, he also knew it must be Jorge's idea to focus on Europe It is good for them to come here, after all, they are going to pan for gold in the big waves.

After quickly scanning the newspaper's interpretation of the incident above, Juan looked down, and he couldn't help raising his eyebrows just looking at it.

"Marca" seems to have a very positive attitude towards his approach. The newspaper wrote: "Juan is equivalent to betting on Depor with everything he has. He believes that Depco will be profitable for him. We have always felt that , Juan Diaz is like a glass of plain water, boring and old-fashioned, without the vitality that young Spanish people should have, even during the game."

"In the game, once or twice, but he has always maintained a boring calm, lacking the passion that a football game should have. Of course, this is not to say that he has not brought us passion. In a critical moment, he is like ice water pouring down his head, he can help the team calm down quickly and lead everyone to the peak and victory, but most of the time, his lack of cooperation makes us media reporters suffer."

——Obviously, Marca also has a deep resentment towards Juan, or most of the Spanish media have a deep resentment towards Juan. After all, he never gave interviews when he was a player. As a result, when he arrived in the British Isles, Hey!

If they are treated differently, they will not be happy!

"However, it turns out that the whole world is wrong. Although Juan always maintains a silent and flat expression like his father, he still has the blood of a matador flowing in his body! He loves adventure, investment and walks in the most dangerous places. On the edge of the cliff, he dared to give it a go! Even though he is a young man who is as cold as ice and indifferent on the surface, let us actually think about it, what is Juan's choice after leaving Real Madrid?!"

After blowing up the Albert family, "Marca" began to give examples-"Manchester United! Red, red like blood! Portugal is even more blazing forest! This is enough to prove the blood in his heart! What? Depor is blue White striped shirt?... That can only show that in Juan's mind, reason still prevails, especially when he returns to La Liga."

As a newspaper based in the capital Madrid, Marca still carefully changed Spain to La Liga, avoiding all political factors as much as possible, but focusing on football, which is a great job.

Juan finished reading the newspaper while drinking water, and raised his eyebrows calmly to look at Andrade: "What's wrong?"

"What's the matter, hello, that's 25 million, not [-] euros, can you give me a little reaction?!" Andrade almost collapsed, although their players' salaries are relatively high. It's in the first category, but no matter how high it is, it's impossible to say that it's so high that you can take out [-] million without blinking, right? !

"Take it as an investment for yourself." After speaking, Juan ignored everyone's dumbfounded, wiped his mouth, and was about to get up and leave. At this time, Deco stopped him: "Wait a minute, Juan, actually I have another... ..."

"?" Juan took a look, "World Sports Daily".

"Juan Diaz's approach is too risky and radical! What if he fails? He doesn't think about the consequences at all, reckless and stupid! Originally, we thought that he would inherit his mother's nobility He is calm and steady, and now it seems that he is just a 21-year-old guy who knows nothing about his heights! Let us see his performance in Deportivo, God bless Super Deportivo not to be relegated this season!"

Juan flipped through the newspaper and found that the whole article was criticizing him, so he put it down: "What?"

"Juan...haven't you thought about it, what if you really fail?" Andrade finally couldn't help asking, he didn't know where Juan's courage and confidence came from, honestly At the beginning, I begged Juan only to hope that he could think of a way, but I never expected that he would break the record and become the new head coach of Deportivo, and now he even spent a large sum of money to support the construction of Deportivo!

Thinking that the drastic change in Depor might have been caused by his words "Save Super Depor", it made Andrade feel a little restless.

"What should we do if we fail?" Juan tilted his head and thought for a while. He found that almost most of the players around him were looking at him. realize one thing -

This is waiting for him to express his position. Whether he is about to go or is already a player of Deportivo, or has that plan, he is judging his reliability, and this answer may play a crucial role.

Juan was silent for a while, and he naturally knew what answer everyone wanted to hear, which was nothing more than "helping each other in the same boat", but he didn't say that, but stood up and smiled: "Lacco is my fiefdom, so it's like investing money. The economy was built."

Everyone was stunned.

"Oh..." Cristiano finally came to his senses and slapped his thigh, "Juan seems to have said that his mother gave him a small piece of land! At that time, I laughed at him, how can a piece of land be used by hereditary... ..."

Who the hell knew that the small piece of land he was talking about was actually a city! !

"Okay, don't even think about it, tonight is the final, are you all ready?" Juan waved his hand directly to interrupt everyone's sluggishness, "Let me say something in advance, this game is the last, we are away from Europe The cup is only one step away, whoever loses the chain will be finished, and I will send him to Laco to beat him to death, understand?"

"You! Cristiano! I'm talking about you! Don't deliberately drop the chain! I can see that your acting skills are too bad! Even if I can't beat you, I can still call Sir Alex and ask him to give you a good lesson The education of love! That’s not something that can be done just by pampering you!”

That night, at Sporting Lisbon's Stadium of Light, the final of the European Cup officially arrived.

"The two sides of the game are the Portuguese team and the Greek team... I really never expected it." The commentary in the live broadcast room said with emotion, "Greece is simply a big dark horse, killing France, killing the Czech Republic, and sniping a team. Another big-name superstar... After so many games, they have never lost except against Portugal in the opening match."

"On the other hand, Portugal also drew a game against England during the normal season, and finally entered the penalty shootout to win with the goalkeeper's goal. What's more terrible is that there was only one game without Juan at all. Shadow."

"In this game, Juan started again, oh God, he is also the only coach who can play freely on the pitch after I have been commenting for so many years... All in all! Let's see the performance of the two teams tonight! "

"Will the host Portugal win the trophy, or will the Greek dark horse become the biggest winner all the way?!"

Players from both sides warmed up. Since it was at their own home court, the Portuguese team was almost cheered by the audience. When facing Greece, the Stadium of Light did not maintain an indifferent attitude like the other stadiums. Boo them all over the place.

Is this considered progress?

When they finished warming up and returned to the player tunnel, Juan also deliberately found the Greek player who had conflicted with him before, and there was a lot of chatter when he went up, not to mention the Portuguese team, the Greek side was a bit confused, but soon, The two of them chatted happily, and after a few minutes Juan stood back.

"...Juan, what were you talking about just now?" Cristiano looked at Greece and found that they were all puzzled and puzzled, and then looked at Juan.

Juan let out an "Oh" and said lightly: "I took the time to learn a few words of German these days, and apologized to him. I was sorry for him in the previous game."

"When did you learn it?!" Cristiano was shocked. He naturally saw that Juan was so busy these days that he even squeezed out time to go out with his friends. Under what circumstances did he learn this? two words...

"It's just these days, and I read it a few times." Juan was very calm, "It's just a few casual sentences, and I only know those few sentences."

Fortunately, no one next door can speak Portuguese, otherwise he would have vomited blood long ago.

Brother, how many words can you talk with us for a while?

Soon it was almost time for the players to line up to play. Juan looked down and saw that the one assigned to him today was a very cute little girl, who was looking up at him eagerly, with a look of wanting to hug but not daring. Juan squatted down with a smile: "What's wrong?"

"Can you sign it for me?" She pointed in front of her, and asked childishly, "Write, 'For my wife, Veronica.'"

"Whose name is Veronica?" Juan took the pen she handed over with a smile, and began to draw on the child's chest where it would be better to sign.

"Of course it's mine!" The little girl answered loudly with her head held high, causing several people in front and behind to look back at the cute little girl, and couldn't help laughing.

Juan also laughed and shook his head. He always thought that girls at such an age prefer Raul's type: "Little girl, are you going to marry me?"

"Yes! I'm going to be your bride when I grow up!" She nodded and admitted, and Juan smiled helplessly, bowing his head and signing on her dress.

"To little sweetheart Veronica, Juan Diaz." After signing, he returned the pen to her, and patted the little girl on the head very tenderly: "The name wife, when you grow up Let's discuss it in detail."

"Okay!" The little girl was so coaxed that her eyes lit up and she nodded again and again, which directly made everyone amazed.

Ah, this innate ability to flirt with girls...

As everyone knows, when Eugenia's mother and daughter saw this scene, they wanted to cover their faces.

"Eugenia, do you think he looks like an emotional idiot?" The woman finally couldn't help asking her daughter, and her daughter lived up to expectations: "I don't think he doesn't know, it's fundamental I didn’t think about it in that direction.”

"I always felt that it was a wrong decision for us to teach him to be gentle and considerate to girls when he was young..."

"I think so too, but it's us who made him not interested in girls all the time, he only wants to play with boys, doesn't he..."

The mother and daughter were deeply reflecting on themselves on the TV, and Juan gave the little girl a hug after signing the autograph. Staring at the stars who lead him, there will always be one or two who can't stand it and bow their heads and start signing.

Cristiano loves children very much, so no matter who comes in front of him, he will kiss and hug him again. He just can't put it down. As soon as Juan turned his head, he saw the performance of his young teammate's idiots. Can't help but cough lightly.

"Cristiano."

The little teammate immediately jumped up and stood up, but his face was already flushed, and Juan couldn't help but thank tanning for not being popular yet: "You like children so much?"

"Yes, I really like children." As soon as he said this, Cristiano's eyes softened. He rubbed the head of the little guy next to him. The kid also had curly hair and big eyes. The look is very cute. "I've been thinking that if there is a child who is connected by blood in the future, then life should be complete."

Oh, and this 19-year-old is already thinking about being a dad?

Juan couldn't help laughing: "Is your girlfriend stable?"

As soon as this was mentioned, the Portuguese teenager immediately became sluggish, and replied weakly: "No." He has not found anyone who can stabilize himself. The girlfriend he talked about in Lisbon before, when he first arrived at Manchester United They have already been separated, and there are many Yingying and Yanyan around him in a season, but they are not eggs, there is a short-term obsession, but there is really no long-term obsession.

"You don't even have a girlfriend, and you still want to have children?" Juan shook his head helplessly.

The players entered the field, and the two of them stopped talking and were about to walk away, but Rui Costa in front turned around and smiled meaningfully: "The child's mother and girlfriend are two different things."

This sentence directly confused the two young people who were not deeply involved in the world. They looked at each other without saying a word, but honestly followed their teammates on the field. It was just about this issue, which Juan forgot in a blink of an eye, but stayed with someone. in mind.

"Hello, audience friends, this is Sky Sports, and we are broadcasting the European Cup final match between Portugal and Greece for you. Portugal currently has the ball rights."

The commentator of Sky Sports subconsciously said this, and then lowered his head to drink water to tidy himself up. After all, no one will know whether to yell later, but he just raised his head to drink water and glanced at the screen for a while, then With a "poof", water sprayed all over the table.

"Ahem...wtf?!"

Amidst his almost surprised doubts, the captain of Greece, Zagorakis, had already raised his hand and ran towards the sideline, surrounded by Greek players swarming up, and on the big screen, the score had become 0-1 - Portugal in front, Greece behind.

"13 seconds into the game, Greece's lightning raid against Portugal!! Basinas and Chatas made a feint, and then passed the ball far to Yanakopolos, who passed the ball to the Zagorakis... a long shot! No one could react!"

Indeed, no one was able to react, and even Juan rarely showed a surprised expression. After all, Rui was the one who took the ball in the midfield. Although he was slow, it was difficult for someone to steal the ball. Maybe it's because the game didn't work out at the beginning?

When Rui ran back with a dark face, Juan went up to meet him: "What happened just now?"

"Don't mention it," he rarely cursed, "My mistake, I will make it up."

Juan didn't say anything, and nodded to show that he knew it. Being scored in less than a minute after the start of the game actually had a great impact on morale, especially when the ball was originally with them.

In the following time, Rui Costa almost showed his lifelong skills. In fact, needless to say, this was the last game of his national team. In the end, the ball was cut off at his feet. How shameful is that? ! !

Juan also knew the shame and indignation in his senior's heart, so whenever the ball was intercepted or passed to his feet, he would send the ball to Rui's direction, and Deco also understood Juan's thoughts, All of a sudden, the front and back courts feed the ball to the midfield.

"...Maybe the Portuguese team wanted Rui Costa to get revenge?" The commentary in the live broadcast room hesitated for a while before speaking, "But isn't their main goal now to equalize the score with a goal?"

Rui Costa was also mad. He organized several attacks back and forth and was blocked, but when he took a deep breath and prepared to come again, Figo directly snatched the ball from under his feet.

"?!" The audience, including Rui Costa, did not expect that his ball was intercepted again. The instigator was actually his teammate and captain. However, Figo did not control the ball at his feet, but passed it immediately. After passing Maniche, Maniche hesitated for a while, seeing that the Greek players were about to come up, he hurriedly took the ball in the direction indicated by Figo and ran towards the Greek half.

"Louis what are you doing?!"

"Calm down, Rui." Figo was also helpless. Juan had already winked at him for a long time. If he didn't come later, Juan meant to steal the ball by himself, but Huan It is a completely different result for Ann to steal the ball and his captain, especially in the middle of the game.

He also knew the character of his friend for many years. He couldn't stand the one in Greece before. He sighed and patted Rui on the shoulder: "Rui, it's the last game. Don't you want to win the cup?"

Rui Costa froze for a moment and fell silent.

This is the last game of the European Cup and his last national team game. Of course he understands what Figo means.

Now is not the time to be arrogant, even if you want to take revenge, you have to wait until the dust settles!