football's most handsome

When boarding the plane the next day, Redondo couldn't help but glance at the people around him.

Juan was very calm and calm, and he didn't know where his confidence and confidence came from. When he said the running-in, he seemed to be sure that Cassie would agree, but the fact was just as he expected, Cassie was very happy and in a hurry. Nodding and agreeing, this morning I even came to the airport to see him off, the look in those eyes...

Redondo suddenly remembered the sharp-eyed Labrador of the neighbor's house.

Especially the reluctance when saying goodbye, Redondo can remember, although Cassie was very clingy before, but definitely not so obvious, especially in adolescence, Cassie and Juan It can almost be said that the noise was as loud as thunder and fire, and it was about to escalate to the scene of a fight.

After that, he left for a few years, and the time to see you again is this year's European Cup. Who knew that when Cassie looked at Juan, anyone with a discerning eye could tell what it meant, especially when Raul talked to him about When this happened.

"Raul knows too?" Juan looked at him in surprise, "Then he won't tell me either!"

"He has a more cautious personality." Redondo justified the name of his apprentice. In fact, the Argentine still thinks that his apprenticeship is very successful, at least in terms of personality——

The Argentine looked at the person next to him who Shi Shiran was arranging the blanket on his lap, and finally decided not to comment.

He has always been an absolutely confident person, and he is very sure about anything he is sure of. For example, he knew it from the time the child raised his head and asked him that sentence when they met for the first time.

This guy is definitely a heartless, otherwise he is heartless.He thought that retiring would make this guy have a longer memory, and he really became calmer...

"It's the first time I've thanked God so much that I was flying first class," he said with a sigh. "I'm only asking you this now... what are you going to do next?"

"What should I do?" Juan was about to close his eyes and go to sleep, but he couldn't help blinking when he heard his voice, "Of course, go to Argentina to see if anyone can get it back. If you can get one, it's one." .”

"...In what you mean, Riquelme is not enough."

"Of course not enough." Juan gave him a bright smile, "Argentina, what a treasure! What's more, once you put such a big golden signboard here, the future of Laco depends entirely on you!"

"..." Lei Dongdo suddenly felt that his heart was really stuffed. "I didn't promise you to go to Laco either, did I?"

Besides, if you go to Laco, won't your apprentice become your own coach?How embarrassing.

Just as Juan was about to open his mouth to say something, his expression suddenly changed. He lowered his head and turned to look out the window. Juan, who was wearing a big hat on his head, immediately became inconspicuous. The Argentine raised his eyebrows just as he was about to When I said something, I heard someone approaching.

"Excuse me... are you Fernando Redondo, can you sign for me?"

Fortunately, there were not many people in the first-class cabin at the beginning, so two or three people came to ask for autographs one after another, and then nothing happened. When Redondo withdrew his hand, he couldn't help but sighed and looked at the people around him: "Why are you hiding?"

"I don't want to cause trouble." Juan replied briefly, his slightly raised eyes were cold, "Jorge has created enough momentum for me, if this continues, other people will come to compete with Laco .”

Lacco has little money and is thin, so it really can't stand the robbery.

"Sitting next to me, do you think it's inconspicuous?" The Argentine was a little helpless. Although he had been recovering from his injury in Milan for two years, it was obvious that many people still remembered him. The person who signed it can prove it.

"'The mysterious man sitting next to Fernando Redondo'?" Juan also laughed softly, and said softly: "Good title. "

"Don't add headlines to yourself," the Argentine felt that he had been through many years of vicissitudes. "They are all about to be head coaches. Is it time to mature?"

Juan turned his head solemnly and replied, "I will always be a child in front of you."

"..." At this moment, Fernando Redondo ran through [-] court phrases with and without dirty words in his mind, and he finally calmed down after holding back for a long time: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Cut the mess quickly, and grab people first." Juan said firmly, "If you don't want to go to La Coruña with me, I can only..."

"Give up?" Redondo asked hopelessly.

"Try harder." Juan replied with a smile.

"..."

It was a good time when they arrived in Argentina, the Copa Libertadores was in full swing, and it happened to be a quarter-final that night——

"Juan, I know you are watching the game." Redondo was a little helpless when he called, because another Juan beside him was carefully studying the odds of opening betting.

"You're here too?" The person on the phone asked back in surprise, "But it's not unusual for you to come, after all, it's a match between Argentine youths and Boca Juniors."

"I guess you haven't reserved a box." Redondo raised his eyebrows and asked, he is not on the streets of Argentina now, otherwise he would have been surrounded long ago, while Juan was seriously looking at some reading manual, Soon he was patted on the shoulder, and Juan looked back: "Did you finish the call?"

"Yes... I booked a box before, and I thought I would have no time to watch the game." Redondo felt a little helpless when he said it. After all, he originally planned to watch the game, and who knew that there was nothing like Juan. "We'll gather in the box then."

"Boss, I knew you were the best." Juan gave him a thumbs up, put the reading manual aside, and was very excited: "What should I call him, Rick? Romy ?”

The Argentine opened his mouth: "It seems that you are ready for the three Juans in the team in the future?"

"It's a trivial thing to repeat names." Juan waved his hand, a little distressed, "I just don't know if he is willing to come... Do you think we will play one-on-one if we disagree?"

"Sure, let's show some sincerity." Redondo nodded happily, after all, his signature is easier to use for others, but Riquelme?

The two of them grew up together, and they also came from the youth training camp of the Argentine youth team, but when they grew up, one of them chose Boca Juniors, a powerful A-League team, and the other traveled across the ocean to join the then-La Liga team Triné. fee.

I deliberately added one back then because Trinefe is now working hard in the second division, and he is about to fall to the third division...

Two different choices have created different lives, and I don't know if it's because of luck.

When they met in the box, Juan was a little dazed at first glance. Riquelme is not tall, and he looks very simple and honest, unpretentious, and his style of play is almost the same, but Huan Ann also knew that whether it was him or Redondo, no matter what style they were, they both had the same characteristic.

The ball at their feet is hard to break.

"I didn't expect that, I thought you would settle in Spain and never come back." Riquelme sighed when he saw Redondo, and then noticed the people around him: "Who is this?"

"Juan Dias." Redondo said softly, "Coach Deporto."

"Deco? Which Deco?" Riquelme was stunned for a moment, then widened his eyes, "That Super Deco??"

"Yes." Speaking of which, Redondo was also very disappointed. Who would have thought that while he was still playing on the court, his apprentice had already graduated first and went directly to become the coach. It really was ten years in Hedong and ten years in Hexi. "Do you have a next home now?"

Riquelme's eyes flashed, and he quickly realized the main purpose of this date, he casually typed a haha: "Villarreal offered me a few days ago, and the 'Yellow Submarine' is also relatively good in La Liga. Well-known team...although not as good as Real Madrid."

As soon as he mentioned Real Madrid, the two former Real Madrid players couldn't help squinting their eyes, but Juan quickly said: "Deportivo is not bad, how do you know if you don't try?"

"Okay, Mr. Coach, let me ask you, do you have a baby face?" Riquelme asked directly, and it was a bit rude to say, "Seeing that you are not more than 30 years old at all Right? A coach at this age can just play around in the low-level leagues, but now he suddenly has a position in La Liga, how do you make me believe it?"

Originally, he thought that when he said this, the young Deportivo coach would be angry no matter what, but to his surprise, the young Deportivo coach coughed lightly, glanced at Redondo to signal him to speak, and Riquel Mei heard his friend say helplessly: "Juan... Dias, he will not turn 22 in one month."

"...What are you talking about?!!" Riquelme was dumbfounded.

Throughout the first half of the game, Riquelme didn't even watch it for a minute, and only one sentence circulated in his head.

The La Liga coach is less than 22 this year The La Liga coach is less than 22 this year The La Liga coach is less than 22 this year...

"Is he okay? He's been sitting there for half the time..." Juan was a little worried, but Redondo beside him seemed to be very calm, and he glanced at him and waved his hands: "Go and talk to him explain."

Juan, who usually doesn't talk much, was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to react. Seeing that his gold-lettered signboard seemed to ignore his intentions, he took a deep breath and took two steps forward.

"Monsieur Riquelme, may I call you Romy?"

The Argentine finally came back to his senses, and when he saw a handsome face in front of him, he couldn't help but take a deep breath: "Of course... are you really under 22?"

"Yes." Juan was also very helpless. The age of the head coach is generally relatively old. In his [-]s, he almost means a young coach. He can only be called a young coach... because his age is unprecedentedly young.

"God, the world is crazy right now." Riquelme covered his face.

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【Today's Small Theater】

#Riquelme ignorant#

I am so happy that my former good friend came to see me~

Hey, why did you bring a little doll?

She doesn't look very old, could she be a relative of Fernando?

Or a child born outside? ? ?

...my god this is actually a La Liga coach orz

I don't believe it I don't believe it I don't believe it

!None of this is true! ! orz