football's most handsome

The celebration lasted until late, and even Juan was just about to fall asleep when the knock on the door came.

Originally, I didn’t want to pay attention to the voices outside, but I don’t know why the knock on the door is so indomitable, Juan’s head hurts, this time it’s not because of excessive use of the brain, but because of drinking, and fortunately, he has returned to their In the hotel room you stayed in, not in some strange place.

He quietly went to open the door, and standing outside was Jorge Mendes.

The manager, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, seemed to be having a carnival all night, his eyes were still red, seeing him, Juan couldn't help laughing first: "Jorge, you are just like a rabbit. "

Jorge didn't care what he said, and gave him a big hug with a smile: "Congratulations to you Juan, and congratulations to me, both of our careers have greatly improved."

"Big rise?" Juan was still a little confused at this moment. After all, last night was too exciting, and Jorge understood it very well: "I knocked on the doors of several other people before looking for you, including Deco and the others haven't woken up yet... Seriously, it's all thanks to you and Jose, although we started late, we are already standing on a very high starting point."

Juan didn't pay attention to what he said, and took his hand in silence for a while.

Jorge Mendes has a Patek Philippe watch he likes very much, which was given to him by Juan. It may be a luxury for him for a long time, and because this watch is very Accurate timekeeping, Juan can also get the current time immediately——

04:30am.

Juan sighed, then raised his eyebrows: "Jorge, 04:30 in the morning? No wonder you can't knock on other people's doors... They may still be playing at this time."

"Still playing?" Jorge was stunned. Although he also rushed over overnight, he really didn't expect it. The game started at 10 o'clock and ended at 30:[-]. It has been six hours now!

"I came back to sleep at the beginning of four o'clock." Juan reminded tactfully, then yawned and let people in, "And because I left early, I was poured several glasses of champagne."

"God...then Cristiano and the others were also given a lot of alcohol?"

Juan nodded sadly: "Yeah, everyone knows that he often went to local nightclubs and bars when he was in Manchester, so he was very energetic. I guess if it wasn't for Figo and I watching, Cristiano You could have drowned on the spot."

"What about Quaresma?" Jorge asked without hope, and after seeing Juan's expression, he understood everything: "Then how did you come back?"

Juan couldn't help smiling: "Igor sent me back."

"Igor?" Jorge walked in, he was stunned for a moment when he heard the name, and then nodded knowingly: "Your little friend really has nothing to say, and wants to go to Laco with you to suffer and suffer." ...I'm serious, if it weren't for Real Madrid's refusal to make a move, I would help you get Cassie right now."

"You also said that Real Madrid is not happy." Juan saw his agent sitting down straight with a bag, and knew that he was not here to chat or just congratulate him, so he could only rub it Rubbing his forehead, he poured a glass of water for himself and him, and sat down at the same time: "So, what's the situation now?"

"I don't know whether the current situation is good or bad, but generally speaking, everything is going to be better." Jorge sighed, and took out the treasure from his bag again. A napkin—that was the list that Juan wrote in the restaurant half a month ago, and Jorge has kept it carefully until now.

"Portillo has no problem. Real Madrid said that they can take him off the Bernabeu bench with 750 million, as you wish... But Portillo said that Diego Lopez also has a little intention. I guess you don't want to make fun of that 16-year-old guy in Costa Rica, do you?"

Juan raised his eyebrows: "Diego...it seems that Madrid must go there."

"Of course I'm going." Jorge gave him a disgusted look. "Don't think I don't know that you want to be lazy, but no, Portillo also needs you to sign the contract yourself."

"Well," Juan sighed, "do you have any good news to cheer me up?"

"Of course there is good news. I brought Keylor Navas, David Luiz and Thiago Silva. It didn't cost me anything except the tall guy. To be honest, Juan, he was 16 years old. When it reaches 1.8 meters, Luis has a bright future!" Jorge was very excited, "But I'm still working hard on the other lists you mentioned..."

"Where are Quaresma and Postiga?" Juan asked directly, the Portuguese agent opened his mouth and fell silent suspiciously.

"Postiga... Tottenham seems to want to send it back to the old club directly, and the transfer fee will be reduced. You never mentioned to me that you want to buy Postiga, otherwise I would have started. It works!"

"Postiga, I hesitated for a while." Juan said calmly: "I have thought for a long time, no matter what, he is a seedling of Portugal... Forget it, let's not talk about him, where is Quaresma?"

"Quaresma, Quaresma... Well, to be honest, why don't you give up on him?" The Portuguese agent finally gritted his teeth and said this.

"What?" Juan raised an eyebrow. "Barcelona won't let people go?"

"It's not that they don't let people go..." Jorge took a deep breath and said, "They plan to let Quaresma return to Porto without a transfer fee first, and use it as a bargaining chip to acquire Deco, and the price is very high."

Juan naturally understood what he meant. Although both of them are players under him, it is obvious now that Deco is much more important than Quaresma, and the treatment of Quaresma will naturally be more biased towards Germany. direction of the department.

"I know I'm sorry for you and Ricardo, but..." Jorge couldn't continue talking. They are all people under him. Although he can persuade Juan and Quarre with his eloquence Sima, but he also knows that persuasion is easy, but it may be difficult to mend the rift between them in the future.

Quaresma is a trivial matter, but Juan is not... He is even his partner on a certain level, and he is also the biggest financial backer at present, so he can't quarrel with Juan.

"I know your difficulties." Juan said softly, his eyes flickering coldly: "We will start our activities as soon as the day dawns. We will go to Porto to talk to them in the morning, and then fly directly to Madrid in the afternoon."

"Is the schedule too rushed?" Jorge asked after hesitating for a while.

"No rush, in fact, for Deportivo, there is not much time now." Juan sighed, "The season starts on August 8, but we already had a warm-up match at the beginning of August... and it is still to come. Abroad, there are still many troublesome things.”

"Okay, then I'll go and book the plane ticket. By the way, how many people have you settled on for Laco's 23-man roster?" Jorge asked while bowing his head to book the plane ticket.

"About ten or twenty." Juan replied casually, breaking his fingers.

"Juan Belleron, Andrade, Capdevila, these three are veterans of Deportivo; in terms of defense and goalkeeper, Navas, David Luiz and Thiago Silva are still young , but it's a waste to put them in the youth training. When the youth training can't hold on, let them play two games, and they can bring them to the world during the big competition; then there are Postiga and Quaresma on the front line. And Portillo...don't look at me like that, Jorge, I'm definitely going to win those two."

"Okay, okay." Jorge raised his hand in surrender, and then said: "Diego Lopez, a very developing goalkeeper, I think he is quite capable, and then you wrote to my Shaheen, David I have contacted Silva and Diego Forlan, and they seem to be a little interested in Depor, especially after I explained that the coach of Depor is you, it seems that I may have underestimated your performance in La Liga and The impact on the team..."

"There are still many things you don't know." Juan chuckled and nodded.

"Also, I must sigh." Jorge suddenly thought of something and laughed, "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. I thought you would never extend your hand to Manchester United."

Juan naturally knew who he was talking about. Diego Forlan was also a very hard-working young man in the Manchester United youth training. When he was in Carrington, he often looked at the senior team with longing eyes, so he The impression of this kid is also quite good: "What's wrong with Manchester United? Since he can't gain a foothold in the current Manchester United, there is nothing wrong with me digging him here, right?"

"Hey, what you said is very reasonable... that's almost all these people, right?" Jorge put down the pen in his hand, "As long as you go out with me, these people will definitely appear in Laco's training within a week. in the arena."

"If I remember correctly, you are now recruiting and negotiating on behalf of Laco, right?" Juan smiled, not caring about Jorge's cleverness, but said: "Actually, I still have a few people who must I need to get it, so I may need your help."

"As long as it's not Zidane, I should be fine..." Jorge said very cautiously, without the arrogance of "I'll get you God if you want it" two years later, but Juan can understand Yes, after all, we are not developed yet: "Of course not those people like Zidane."

"Okay, tell me your name, and I'll remember it."

"Valente, Maniche, Basinas, Sitaridis, Zagorakis, Charisteas, Yanakopoulos... why don't you remember?"

Jorge held a pen in his hand and was stunned for a long while.

"...Juan, are you still drunk?"

"No, I'm wide awake."

"Are you sober?! You are sober, why did you report a string of Greek team names?!"

"Didn't I also report the names of two of my teammates?"

"Oh, you also know that you reported the name of your teammate... I really want to know how they messed with you again, and I want to know even more, how did the Greek team offend you??"

"The Greek team doesn't have any. You can help me to ask. I am not sure about the others except Basinas. They all have a little intention, but you also know that although Depor is short of people now, but My personal opinion is 'rather deficient than excessive', so you can help me to ask about those few, and it's not a pity that they can't get the rest except their captain and Basinas."

Juan said a lot so easily, but Jorge became more and more frightened the more he heard it: "Ancestor, my little ancestor, just tell me, what happened to you two in Portugal, so angry?? "

Juan smiled gently and calmly: "It's nothing, I just suddenly feel that Portugal needs to strengthen its facade."

Jorge understood in seconds, so he happily lowered his head and wrote down the names of these two people.

"But after your list, Laco will soon become the world of the Portuguese and the Greeks." Jorge was very worried, but Juan just smiled: "No, just watch it , those people in Greece can get in touch and see, if the price offered by other teams is too high, let them go, we will not waste money.”

"Okay, you have the final say... Then tell me, who are the other candidates on the list?" Jorge prepared to write it down without hope. There have been, and not one or two, so the Portuguese agent firmly believes that nothing will surprise him again.

Then he realized that he was really stupid.

Maybe he was still not experienced enough, so he hadn't seen the world, so when he heard the name Juan reported, he was so stunned that he almost lost his pen.

"What did you just say...?"

"I said, go and ask Riquelme if he wants to continue his relationship with Redondo again. Didn't the two of them have a wonderful cooperation when they were in the national team?" Juan was very indifferent, "Of course By the way, Romario can also get in touch, after all, as far as I know, he seems to be in the state of changing home now."

"...Didn't we agree not to look for someone like Zidane?" Jorge Mendes was a little desperate now.

The head coaches under him became more and more worried.

Everyone at Chelsea wants to buy, buy, buy, and is now in a situation where he is ready to display his ambitions. The only thing Jorge can do for him is to continuously create good generals and loyal ministers for him, and sign reliable players one by one. And send it over, such as Carvalho.

But compared with Juan, his really can only be regarded as a small pleasure!

"The three names you just reported are quite famous in football. I think you know better than me... Romario, Redondo and Riquelme all became famous earlier than Zidane. If you're joking with me, you're definitely kidding me..."

Romario, Brazil's "lone wolf", the sharp shooter of the Samba Army, Scolari did not take him in the 02 World Cup and brought a newcomer to the game, which caused an uproar in Brazil.

Redondo, Argentine midfielder, most of Juan's unique skills can be said to have been learned from him. He is physically strong and has his own aura. When he was in Real Madrid, the entire Bernabéu, which was founded and never bowed its head, bowed its head and respected it. He is a prince, and the "exquisite elegance" is not enough to describe him. It can be said that there are so many football players in football, and only four people are recognized as elegant, and he is one of them.

Riquelme, Argentina's classic defensive midfielder, in those years when Redondo refused to accept the call-up of the Argentine national team, he was responsible for the entire offensive and defensive transition of Argentina, and he is also recognized as one of the four most elegant football players in the world .

"I'm not playing with you, nor joking, I'm serious." Juan waved his hand, "There is Redondo, his contract with AC Milan will end in less than a month, he is now in Madrid, I will go Get in touch with him to have a look, and leave the other two to you."

"You are too strong." Jorge did not dare to answer with a sad face. "Besides, the three of them are all veterans over [-] years old, what do you want them to do?"

Juan raised his eyebrows and looked over, seeing that Jorge was a little terrified.

But he didn't express anything special, just said softly: "Old soldiers don't die, they just wither... Just look at them, they are definitely not as vulnerable as you think."

Who the hell said those veterans were vulnerable!

Jorge looked aggrieved: "I just want to say that they may be a bit expensive, so be prepared."

"What are you afraid of?" Juan smiled, "We have money!"

"..."

What is 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi? Portuguese brokers know it.

Two months ago, the two of them were still worrying about the only 4000 million that Deportivo had, but now they are able to directly bid for three world-class superstars. Although they are former world-class superstars, they are not bad. !

I'm only in my early 30s, and I can still fight for three or four years!

"Okay... I'll talk about it, but they may refuse because of you. After all, you know how old you are... Sigh." Jorge sighed pessimistically, "Or these people I'll leave it to you, I really don't have any confidence in convincing them."

"Coward." Juan laughed and teased him. In fact, he also knew that his agent was not timid at all. On the contrary, he can be said to be bold, as can be seen from the transfer of Cristiano and others. It was nothing more than a joke among their close friends. "Then if the three of them entrust it to me, who will help me with what I have to do?"

"What are you going to do?" Jorge blinked, "If it's something I can help, it's my duty!"

"Of course you can." Juan was waiting for him to say: "Help me to grab someone from Atletico Madrid."

"……what?"

"I said, help me grab someone from Atletico Madrid. They have their eyes on a person, and I also have a fancy to him. You go and try to grab one." Juan repeated it patiently. Of course, he didn't let go. I took this opportunity to mock my manager: "Did I drink or you? Why can't you hear anything tonight?"

"It's not that I can't hear clearly, but I'm afraid I heard it wrong." Jorge had a bitter expression on his face, "Boss, I'm almost a coward compared to you, you are so brave that you can almost cover the sky gone."

"Don't be afraid." Juan said calmly: "Anyway, it's just these people. If you can get it, get it. If you can't get it, Depco won't be able to play in the new season. Let's prepare to relegation."

"Don't mind! Why are you ready to relegation all of a sudden?" The Portuguese agent's face was almost filled with bitterness, "Okay, I get it, I will work hard for everyone you mentioned...By the way, Since you mentioned two Argentine masters, do you remember the Argentine in Barcelona?"

Juan was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to remember the little Argentine guy who was beaten by him on the field: "Oh... what's wrong?"

"Barcelona is very positive about his deal, saying that he can take away almost 500 million, but he has kept silent all the time and has never been willing to talk to me. What do you think?"

Juan pondered for a while and replied, "I will find my own way then."

"What way?" Jorge looked forward to: "When the time comes, will you go to see him with Redondo in your left hand and Riquelme in your right hand? My God, with this lineup, which Argentine player will not go out? Jumping up excitedly?"

"The lineup of Caguinia and Maradona may be more attractive." Juan complained, "What are you thinking? There is no such thing as a horoscope."

"But I didn't say that. Barcelona is very kind to that kid. I guess he is not happy to come to Deport." Jorge looked helpless, "He and his friend named Cesc Fabregas are a bit dead-headed. It seems like a red heart goes to Barcelona."

"At that time, I have a solution, just watch it." Juan waved his hand, "Okay, is there any problem now?"

Jorge looked down at the list in his hand: "No more."

"Okay, then let's go to bed first! After a few hours of recovery, we will meet the chairman of Porto..." Juan yawned casually, got up and waved at Jorge, "You also have a rest , it's getting late, we'll go to the battlefield in a while, so we need to recharge our batteries no matter what."

When Jorge heard it made sense, he followed Juan to bed.

So when Juan turned around and was about to pull the quilt, he was immediately shocked by the face of Jorge Mendez who was close at hand, and asked after a long while, "What are you doing?"

"Sleep." Jorge casually kicked off his shoes, took off his coat, and pulled off his tie, "I don't know the owner of the bed next to you, so don't rush to sleep, your hotel here The sofa is too small, so I'll squeeze a bed with you and sleep with you."

Seeing that Juan didn't seem to be recovering, Jorge grabbed the quilt and covered him, closing his eyes peacefully: "Good night, don't worry, I won't tell those female reporters how I slept to yours."

"..."

The deadly silence lasted less than two seconds before the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground and Jorge Mendez's tragic accusation: "I'm joking! You just pedal like this!" I'm getting out of bed, Juan you heartless...!"

A few hours later, Juan and Jorge Mendes stood in the office of the president of the Porto club after getting enough sleep.

Porto is Jorge's own home court. He currently has 23 first-team players signed in Porto. What does this mean?

——This means that Jorge Mendes has occupied the entire Porto first team, from the starter to the bench, all of them are his people, without exception.

Therefore, when talking to the chairman of Porto, Jorge Mendes was particularly confident. Although Porto is known as the number one black shop in Europe, buying low and selling high happens from time to time, but in front of the Portuguese brokers, they This ability is not enough to see - not to mention that Porto's title of black shop is half of his credit.

In almost an hour or two, Juan and Jorge walked out of it, smiling at each other.

"625 million euros, Quaresma's money for Porto is really profitable." Jorge sighed, isn't it profitable?When Quaresma returned to Porto, he didn't cost Porto a penny. He was an addition to Barcelona's purchase of Deco. It's about 2000 million yuan.

"It's okay, just let Ricardo earn it back for us." Juan comforted him, then looked at the time, "Can we fly to Madrid in time?"

"Of course it's in time, it must be in time!" Mendes laughed, "Portillo and Diego Lopez are not a big problem, so they should be able to get it done in one afternoon, right? "

However, the Portuguese agent still underestimated Juan's influence in Castilla.

Accompanied by his father, Portillo signed the contract very readily. The only time-consuming thing in the whole process was that Juan and Portillo's father kept chatting, although most of the time it was uncle who was talking nonsense. An was listening, but the old and the young seemed to be in a harmonious and happy spring after the rain, which also made people very speechless.

And Diego Lopez went so smoothly that Jorge was terrified.

why?

Because Juan only met him at the coffee shop downstairs of his house, the first thing he said when they met was: "I'm going to be the coach of Deportivo, will you play football with me in Deportivo?"

On the other side, Diego Lopez only asked, "Are you the main force?"

The answer Juan gave was: "Not necessarily, maybe you have to fight and grab, and there is a 16-year-old kid watching you."

Jorge was scratching his head when he heard it, and it was the first time he had seen such a straightforward way of chatting. These two people didn't beat around the bush at all!And Juan, if you don't promise him the main position, how could he run away with you? !

What's more, who do you want Diego Lopez to compete with for the main position? !Obviously, at this age, you can achieve this skill and make a proper debut, okay? !If it weren't for Igor Casillas' performance in Real Madrid is too overwhelming, and obviously the standby time is also very long, it is impossible for him to still be on the bench now!

Of course, most of Real Madrid's youth training is for this reason.

Hearing what he said, Diego was silent for a while, then nodded: "Okay."

"Karma?" Jorge was stunned.

How can you agree to this?Did you get hit by a goal kick, Diego?

Of course, a promising young man like Diego would not do the mentally retarded thing of being hit on the head by the ball he threw. He just nodded calmly, and then stretched out his hand: "I'll follow, don't let me disappointment."

Juan couldn't help but smiled, and shook his hand back: "I won't let you down."

Laco's future is in turmoil, and there are many days of flying dogs and dogs in the future.

When he came out of the coffee shop, Jorge still felt that he was in a dream.In the past month, he has been traveling here and there, and he has suffered a lot because of Depor's affairs, especially in terms of recruiting players. Many older players will refuse, especially clubs outside La Liga, but Among peers or juniors, Juan's prestige seems to be particularly high, which can be seen before peers and juniors.

It's a strange phenomenon, but it doesn't seem to be strange at all in this person.

"What's the next arrangement?" After drinking this cup of coffee, Juan turned his head to look at Jorge. Since he was on the streets of Madrid, Juan still had a very careful camouflage work. He wears a peaked cap and big sunglasses, although it only makes him look more conspicuous...

"The next arrangement should be to go to Latin America, Brazil and Argentina." Jorge looked down at his schedule, "We have to go to two countries to pick up the three children, and also go to Argentina on the way. ...Aren't you going to convince Riquelme?"

Speaking of this, Jorge still thinks he is crazy, this man is courageous enough, anyone dares to think about it.

"That's right," Juan smiled, "When is the flight ticket?"

"I thought things would take an afternoon at the earliest, so I booked tomorrow morning." Jorge couldn't help sighing at this point.

What an afternoon, last night Portugal just toasted everyone to celebrate and then went on holiday. Today, the hero who won the championship was negotiating with the chairman of Porto with a calm face, and then flew to Madrid in the afternoon to drink coffee and sign two players by the way...

In this world, sure enough, there are some people whose lives are just as wonderful as opening and hanging :)

After a pause, Jorge said, "I'm going to refund the ticket now?"

"No need." Juan seemed to have thought of something, smiled and waved his hands, "It's just right, I'm going to visit my old friend."

When Redondo opened the door of his villa, he was unconsciously stunned for a while.

He just came back from Portugal yesterday, also last night. He just witnessed the young man in front of him lift the European Cup crown. Originally, he thought that he would not see this young man for at least a while, but he did not expect to meet him too soon. He's not ready yet: "Juan?"

"Yeah, I'll come and see you." Juan said with a smile, with a very cute look, Redondo raised his eyebrows, and immediately saw the Portuguese manager carefully lowering his head and glancing at him from behind.

Seeing Redondo with a glance, Jorge was so frightened that he lowered his head and continued to count the ants under his feet.

It's not that he's afraid of Redondo... Although Prince Bernabéu's temper seems to be much better during his time in AC Milan, his hair has been cut and his smile has increased, but no matter who sees him for the first time Still a feeling.

He has not changed at all, he is still the same Redondo, the prince who shined at the Bernabeu and made the whole stadium eclipse for him.

"If you were just looking at me normally, you wouldn't bring your manager here at all." Redondo nodded and let the two of them enter the door sideways, "So if you have anything to say, just say it... What did you like? Man, want me to help you connect?"

Redondo can think of this because he has such influence in Argentina. Generally speaking, as long as he talks about it, everyone still gives face.

Juan nodded with a smile: "There are really a few."

"How many more do you have?" Lei Dongdo raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "Tell me and see."

"The first one is Lukes, the goalkeeper of River Plate." When Juan said this name, Redondo frowned. He hadn't heard of this name very much, so it should be the second goalkeeper or something. people?Although he was not from Riverbed, he still has the status to say a few words, "Who is the second one?"

"The second one is your old teammate, Riquelme." Juan couldn't help laughing, showing a row of eight bright white teeth. Redondo was taken aback for a moment, and then patted his head helplessly—— He seems to be the only one in the current football world who dares to do this to Juan's head. Others either have evil intentions but have no courage, or they don't even dare to have evil intentions: "You really dare to think."

"If you heard about my third candidate, you will definitely think that this sentence is too early." Juan looked at him with a smile, and Redondo looked back suspiciously. In this silence, the Argentine was silent for a while He lost his voice for the first time: "Me?"

"Yes." Juan resolutely said, "I know that your contract with AC Milan is still more than a month away. I have already submitted my contract to Milan. In any case, I hope you will help me."

"...You are too reckless." Redondo sighed, and turned to look at Jorge: "You are his manager, why don't you know how to stop him?"

Hearing that the teacher obviously meant to blame others, Juan quickly interjected: "No, I am self-willed. Jorge can't stop me. As you know, my temper is very similar to yours."

"I know." Redondo sighed, "I didn't expect it to be you."

"Why can't it be me?" Juan grinned. For the first time, Jorge Mendes felt that he looked like a boy in his early twenties. "If you want to go back to La Liga, La Liga With so many teams, it’s not necessarily just about Real Madrid, is it?”

"Yes, I shouldn't be dwelling on the past..." Redondo nodded lightly, his eyes seemed to be flickering, "When are you going to Argentina?"

The topic changed so quickly that both Juan and Jorge were taken aback for a moment, but Juan replied very quickly: "Tomorrow morning."

"That's it." Redondo nodded, "Bring me a plane ticket."

"what?"

"Ah what, didn't you want me to help you connect?" Redondo rubbed Juan's head again in a funny way, and then couldn't help frowning: "Stupid?"

"Uh, no, it's just a little surprise." Juan blinked, "How about we start now?"

"..." Jorge Mendes, now just wants to kill Juan who suddenly turned into a fanboy, and then commit suicide at Redondo's home.

Is this too fantasy subject? !How did it become so easy for this person to go out? !

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