football's most handsome

The next day, when Kathy wanted to come to the study to wake the two people up, she was surprised to find that the two had already left. She looked at the time and found that her husband should go to morning exercises at this time, so she could only sigh helplessly.

Didn't these two people toss for most of the night yesterday?

Although he didn't understand their spirit, Kathy still knew that they were going to morning exercise, so he could only shake his head helplessly, and turned around to prepare breakfast. When the two came back excitedly, they were greeted with steaming breakfast.

"Are you back?" Casey raised her eyebrows, but the hair dryer and quick-freezer in front of outsiders suddenly fell silent. Can bite the bullet and take a step forward: "Uh, Aunt Casey, we just reunited after a long time, excited for a while..."

"Excited for a while?" The expression on the woman's face was a little dangerous. "So the two of you didn't sleep all night, and then went out and walked ten kilometers in the morning?"

"Actually, it's only five kilometers." The lord coughed lightly, and then continued to bite the bullet in the eyes of his wife, "Well, I haven't seen Juan for a long time, too excited, and there will be no more in the future." gone."

"You said you are not young anymore, how can your body be so tossed?" Casey finally let the two of them go, and said with a sigh: "This is not an example!"

After breakfast, Juan hugged Aunt Casey and drove to the Carrington base with Sir Alex's car. Of course, he meant to say hello to Cristiano, but Diego Forlan was the key point. The Argentine teenager has already played under his command, but there seems to be something left at the Carrington base, so he also came to help get it.

"You know the place yourself, I went to the field first?" Ferguson raised his eyebrows after leading him into Carrington. Before Juan could say anything, he looked down at his watch, and hurried to The office, just like every time before, Juan shook his head helplessly after watching him for a while.

He is really familiar with this place, especially the youth training base, which can almost be said to be his second home in Manchester United. The staff greeted him kindly along the way, and he responded very easily. After all, this is his own A place to stay for a while.

When he opened the room and found the small box, the phone rang. Juan looked at the contacts and answered subconsciously: "Queiroz? Long time no see!"

"Long time no see." Queiroz sounded a little anxious, "Cristiano ran towards you, did you meet him?"

"Cristiano?" Juan was taken aback, "Where are you now?"

"I'm in the bathroom, hiding on the phone... If you see Cristiano, let him come back to the court immediately, okay?" Queiroz was also very helpless at this time, did he just return to Manchester United? This kind of thing happened in a few days. Sir Alex never let them use mobile phones when he was working, and he could only secretly call Juan while he was going to the bathroom.

"Okay." Juan nodded, hung up the phone and raised his eyebrows at the person in front of him: "Did you hear that, I told you to go back."

"I'm not going back!" Cristiano stood there stubbornly, staring at him with big eyes. Juan sighed, "Why did you suddenly get into trouble?"

"..." Cristiano flattened his mouth and didn't say anything. Juan probably knew the reason, sighed and rubbed his head: "Okay, don't be so stubborn, here with Sir You can get better than me, I mean it."

"I know." Cristiano admitted reluctantly. For him now, Manchester United is many times better than Delaco-whether it is in terms of weight in the team, degree of resource inclination or other aspects. That was true, but he was still very reluctant to part with Juan.

When he was playing in the national team before, he would always pester Juan, and he was reluctant to leave every time. After Manchester United and they could work together, he was even more reluctant. Juan naturally knew how clingy the little boy was. , but he didn't say anything, just rubbed his head: "Hurry up and go back to the court, don't worry Sir Alex."

"The Sir is not worried about me, he is very relieved." Cristiano lowered his head and wiped his eyes, and when he raised his head, he looked fearless, "Look at it, we were I still remember the promise I made, and I will show you."

"Very good." Juan stretched the expression on his face and rubbed his head, "Then I'm leaving?"

"Hmm..." The 19-year-old boy lowered his head, looking dispirited, and Juan couldn't help rubbing him again.

"Cristiano, I really don't want you to grow up."

"Huh?" The Portuguese teenager nodded blankly, not knowing why his team leader suddenly said that.

"Growing up means taking on more responsibilities, being watched by everyone, and constantly raising demands on yourself. Everyone will ask you to become more mature and stable, ask you to score more goals, and ask you to run. Go faster than everyone else, regardless of whether you have pain or disease...everyone cares about whether you can fly high or not, and it doesn't matter if you are happy or not."

Cristiano blinked.

Juan's eyes looked very calm, like the Caribbean Sea blown by the breeze, very clear, but he couldn't see the depth at all.

"What...mean?" For some reason, the Portuguese teenager stuttered.

"It means——" Juan smiled, "If you don't go back, the lord can't beat you to death."

"Okay, I'll just go back!" Although he subconsciously felt that something was wrong, Cristiano still nodded and said worriedly: "Come and see me when you are free! My competition is too tight ..."

"Understood." Juan waved his hand helplessly, and the young general who got the approval immediately flew back, and no one knew what he was about to face.

——Except for the lord who has started to squint his eyes to accumulate anger points.

After Cristiano went back, looking at Sir Alex, he also felt that he was not good at all.

When Juan returned to Laco, their training was ready to start. He was a little late, but it was okay. After giving the things to Fran, he rolled up his sleeves and joined the training session.

When Juan came out of the sweaty training, he was surprised to find that he had a steady stream of customers these days, but this time it was old acquaintances.

"Jorge, if you want to find me, don't you have to be so troublesome?" Juan was very helpless. Why did his agent find this place on purpose? In fact, it is very convenient to make a direct phone call.

"But I still want to talk to you face to face." Jorge Mendes is very serious now, "First of all, I have to confirm with you, you must want Lionel Messi, don't you?"

"Yes." Although he didn't know why the person asked again, Juan still nodded: "Is there any question?"

"His agent...his father is not only a vampire, but also very greedy." Jorge almost gritted his teeth when he said this, "He bid us 1000 million!"

Juan was taken aback.

Jorge didn't notice his expression, and couldn't help but continue to complain: "And Barcelona seem to think so too, they say this kid is the future prince, the hope of the Nou Camp, it's not so easy to be taken away Yes, so you must pay a very high price."

Juan was silent for a while, and asked, "What did Messi say?"

"Messi himself didn't say anything at any time, it seems to be acquiescing." When he said this, Jorge was a little calmer, "But 1000 million is too much. Although Messi is very talented, but ..."

"wanted."

"……What did you say?"

"I said, yes." Juan smiled, his expression very calm. "Isn't it 1000 million? Just buy it."

"Hey, are you crazy?" Jorge was almost crazy.

What is the concept of money?

Fernando Gago, the main defensive midfielder of Boca Juniors, the king of the A-League, is the first choice of major clubs. If it weren't for Riquelme and Redondo, a spiritual genius who has almost no relationship with Deportivo, his price would be 400 [-].

Javier Portillo, produced by Real Madrid Castilla, the record breaker of the youth team, the most anticipated new generation of Real Madrid, the price from Real Madrid to Depor is 400 million.

Hélder Postiga, who has proven himself as a first-team player in the European black shop Porto, is transferred from Tottenham for 100 million.

Lionel Messi, although he had a lot of proof in La Masia, and even many teams were eyeing him, but he just stayed in Barcelona and did not come out, and he often suffered minor injuries. There is also the irreparable height problem. Many teams covet it, and most of them still protect their own little fresh meat from being robbed.

"I'm not crazy." Juan looked at him very calmly, "Lacco can pay this price, and I will ask Anthony to prepare the money as soon as possible. Don't worry, the capital chain is fine."

"You still have to throw money into the club." Jorge couldn't bear to look straight at him anymore, "Have you invested almost all of your wealth into Deportivo now? Please Juan... Although this is your territory , you can recover a little bit by paying taxes, but can this be compared with what you put in?”

"Don't worry, it's fine." Juan smiled, "And I mainly don't expect Laco to make me much money."

"Then what do you expect to make money for you, just those shabby shares in your hands?" Jorge felt that it was simply unreasonable. Where did Juan buy the strange shares, not to mention cheap and empty, any entity No, it's all fake!It’s more realistic to put a football club in front of you, “Deporto wants you to come here to be a successful businessman, followed by a successful head coach, and as a businessman, making money is your first priority…”

"Trust me, Jorge." Juan coughed lightly, putting his hands on the shoulder of the Portuguese agent, "This is an investment, and it will be a good deal in the future."

"Really?"

Facing his manager's question, Juan smiled calmly: "Of course it's true, when have I lied to you?"

Jorge, who had been beaten bloody, turned his head and pounced on Barcelona, ​​while Juan continued to struggle in the club, living back and forth between abuse and being abused.

Time flies, and soon came the time for Deportivo's first warm-up match. This was Juan's first time leading the team. Everyone wanted to know what was going on, but Deportivo was also dirty, and ran away with people To a far eastern country.

Redondo was actually quite confused. After all, I only came to this country almost last month, and I came again this month, but the fans here still welcome him so much, and they don’t seem to think that he is What is the problem, still fanatical.

When taking the player bus, there are often many cars running with the bus, some of them are not cars, there are fans of Deportivo itself, fans of Juan Belleron, and Redondo, Riley Fans of Kerme and others, although Juan couldn't understand what was outside, he could still point to the big "Juan" sign and turn his head to laugh at the three players with the same name in the team.

"Where are you?" Redondo was also looking at the sign outside. He was also full of emotion for these hot words, but when he turned his head, he saw Juan cocking his devil's tail, He said something to the honest man Belleron with a malicious face, and in desperation he could only say: "Don't tease him, let's play well later, the opponent is the national team, this is also our first time Let’s play as a team, let’s work hard.”

"Okay!!" The whole car responded loudly, and Juan rubbed his temples helplessly: "Boss, if you continue like this, Bailey will pass the position to you again. Is this really good?"

All of a sudden, everyone couldn't help but started to hold back their laughter. After all, they have played football for many years, and they have never seen such a whole team shirk being the captain.

Juan Belleron was the original captain of Deportivo, and he is currently the most qualified captain in Lacoli. However, he felt that Redondo should have more decision-making and leadership skills, so he tried his best to give him the captain's armband. And Redondo refused on the grounds that he was a rookie in Deportivo, and said that if it is calculated based on age, Romario should be the captain.

Romario?

The Brazilian lone wolf doesn't even want to be the captain of the Brazilian national team. He just wants to lazily take a walk in the frontcourt and score a goal when he is free. Let the troublesome things like being the captain be left to the young man!

When this incident happened to Juan, he couldn't say anything as a coach. He could only let them solve the problem on the court, and whoever won would listen to him!So this can be regarded as a legacy.

"Hey, there are so many photos of the prince outside." Aimar looked at them and couldn't help sighing, "Most of them are photos from the competition. God, how did you keep your face from being so ferocious during the competition?"

Indeed, in the photos from the competition now, everyone's facial expressions are so ferocious that they can't help but wonder - do they owe the cameraman a lot of money, so they want to retaliate against them like this?

However, under Juan's concrete proof, everyone finally reluctantly accepted the fact that "all of us' facial expressions will become very hideous when playing football", but there are only two people——Juan and Redondo, the two of them seem to have never shown a very hideous expression on the court, or did they show it and were not photographed?

For such a situation, although everyone doesn't say it on the surface, they are still envious in their hearts. After all, there are fanatical fans in distant countries, and these fans are still holding very handsome photos!Simply touching!

The game went smoothly and quickly, and the entire stadium was packed. Before entering the field, Juan joked: "How do I feel that half of the reporters are sitting here?"

"Maybe it's half of it." Belleron replied softly, turning his head to glance at him. "What are you going to mess around with today?",

Juan paused, a meaningful smile appeared on his exquisite face, looking a little evil.

"Of course...you can mess around as much as you can."

For a moment, Juan Belleron felt as if he had seen his own dark time in the future.

There is no doubt about the result of this game. Deportivo rushed back to Spain with a big victory, and retreated into the training base of Deportivo. The media refused to interview Hu Pingan, and did not give a word. The media lingered unwillingly at the door. They even pulled Sarah over to try, but it was useless.

In this regard, Smith, the president of the Jane Juan Fan Association, pushed his glasses and said very pertinently: "He must have been instructed to avoid the media, otherwise he will not come out."

"Are you so sure?" The reporters outside were very skeptical.

"..." Jane looked at the person in front of her with weird eyes. The black silk was bare-chested, no matter how she looked, she looked like she wanted to be seductive, and then her eyes shifted to other places, except for the camera standing there. In addition, it is such a group of beautiful couples, people who don't know may think that this is Laco's wife group.

...Of course, if they were members of Laco's wife group, these people would probably go crazy with joy.

Facing the doubts from her peers, Jane nodded seriously and raised her eyebrows: "Of course, what did I lie to you for? I have to wait for you to wait here, so I'll leave first."

When Jane left, she was not procrastinating at all, but when she turned her head, she called the Sky Sports headquarters: "Editor-in-Chief? This is Jane. There is no movement here from Juan. The main target is still on Sir Alex Ferguson. How about it?"

The person on the phone pondered for a while, and then agreed: "Okay, I will do as you said."

The next day, Juan saw Sir Alex on TV in the morning. The old man with a red nose loved his disciples very much, and directly issued a statement to support him: "Juan is capable and decisive. He knows You really know what you need to do, what you are doing, you media just want to make a big news, can't you give Laco some time?"

"Then if you meet Deportivo during the game..."

"Of course it's all about going all out, Depor is the same as other clubs like Real Madrid and Barcelona."

"The opponent is your disciple, and he is still so young?"

"Then I won't show mercy either!"

The upright speech of the Scottish old man reminded Juan of his tone when he said "I have nothing to do with Iker Casillas except for the transfer" at the press conference. Marshal Deport couldn't help but shook his head with a smile. .

How do you say it?

The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked×

His lord is behind him, what has he to be afraid of?

——There really are.

For example, Jorge Mendes, who had dark-eyed eyes and was full of evil spirits, broke down the door of his house early in the morning.

Thanks also to the fact that the area where he lives is quite out of the way for Lacco—at least not the area that those media reporters could think of, otherwise, just like this, the headline of the newspaper the next day would be "Between Enemies!"The Love, Hate and Enmity Between the Deportivo Coach and His Manager" and so on...

Juan almost didn't recognize him when he saw him, but finally welcomed him into the house: "What's the matter, Jorge, what are you doing again?"

Jorge Mendes has been a little sleep deprived these days, and everyone can see that.

But every time he is in public, he has always been very glamorous, and he has tried his best to cover up the dark circles. It looks like everything is normal, but today, he really can't take it anymore, so he killed him in the early morning. He came over and started panting as soon as he sat down, which made Juan very frightened.

"What's the matter Jorge?" Even when he retired, Jorge Mendes didn't seem to be in such a mess, but why is he like this now?

"I..." Jorge took a deep breath.

"I hate Catalans!!"

"...???"

Seemingly seeing Juan's doubts, Jorge jumped up from the sofa almost immediately, spitting and protesting how unreasonable a club Barcelona is. Although there are many personal prejudices in it, Juan He had no choice but to let it go, and he knew how much this person had suffered because of him, so it's best to focus on appeasement at this time.

After cursing happily, Jorge picked up a glass of water on the table and drank it down, and said impassionedly: "Even so! Those Catalans are still no match for me! They are not I don’t want to let Messi go, but the price is not right, 1000 million is not willing to sell, so I will add more! But they have to pay some price!”

"What price?" Juan asked very flatteringly.

Jorge smiled proudly at him: "All buyouts!"

Generally speaking, there are only two types of transfers, loan and buyout, and full buyout was a more decisive way of buying and selling by default at that time. All trademarks, name rights, and avatar rights belong to the new team. It is not eligible to use this name and this avatar for profit.

In other words, as long as they are all bought out, all the interests of the players themselves are only related to the new club, and the official club itself absolutely does not allow the sale of merchandise with the player's name or avatar printed on it.

"Messi?" Juan raised his eyebrows casually.

"Messi, Riquelme, Quaresma." Jorge chuckled, "Those Catalans probably thought they were just a little bonus, how do they know the importance of these things?"

What's more, the three people he proposed are not important to Barcelona at present, so it is very happy to give them.

"Good job." Juan was in awe of Jorge. The two of them may be the first group of people who feel the importance of portrait rights and name rights. For players, this is definitely the most important brand. .

"So, when will Messi come?" When he asked this sentence, Juan was purely subconsciously concerned. After all, generally speaking, the transfer has been signed, and the players should rush over as soon as possible. Jorge heard this He blinked subconsciously when he spoke, and then said "ah": "I brought him and his father over from Barcelona overnight, are you going to meet them?"

"No, let them have a good rest." Juan smiled, "The situation went well beyond my expectation."

1000 million, buy out Messi!

Ten years later, who would hear this price and not immediately faint with envy?

Thinking of this, Juan couldn't help sighing again: "Jorge, you are really the best agent I have ever seen, and working with you is the happiest thing in the world."

"Of course." Jorge laughed, and then waved his hands: "Since this is the case, can you lend me your bed for a while, I am really tired and need to rest for a while, what should you do, Just ignore me."

"Okay." Juan wiped his hands and got up, "I went to work?"

"I will remember to close the door for you..." The Portuguese manager didn't even speak clearly. When Juan turned his head and looked over, the man had already fallen into a deep sleep. After a moment of silence, Juan went upstairs to give him Taking a blanket to cover her body, she gently closed the door away from home.

La Coruña is really not a big place. Everyone here knows everyone, and everyone lives together. Juan lives in a relatively remote place, perhaps because this city is rare. It is safe to walk on the street.

But after walking two steps, there will always be someone who will give him a ride along the way, for example——

"Juan—!" When he heard the call from behind, Juan couldn't help smiling, then turned his head and raised his eyebrows naturally: "Good morning Ricardo."

"Morning." Quaresma raised his eyebrows at him with a sunny face: "Get in the car?"

"Yesterday it was Rick (Riquelme), the day before yesterday it was Javier, and today it was you... Did you make a shift to pick me up?" When getting into the car, Juan felt a little helpless, obviously Laco arranged The accommodation is in the training camp. These people insist that they are not comfortable to live in, so they have to run out to live. Once they run out, they have to buy a car. Once they buy a car, they have to start testing their familiarity with Laco's terrain.

——Lacco, built along the coastline, in terms of travel, they can actually take a yacht, maybe it will be faster.

"There is still a certain difference between La Coruna and Barcelona." Quaresma said with emotion while driving, "Boss, do you feel that? Oh, the difference between La Coruna and Madrid. "

"There may be a little bit, but it's basically the same." Juan smiled, pointing to the buildings on the side of the road, "In fact, most of Spain has such serious and serious buildings with a long and solemn history, but Barcelona It's more lively, and the tone is all colorful."

"Yes, yes," Quaresma said with emotion, "and the development of the city is also different. Although the gap has not been hit anywhere, I feel that some design is still very inconvenient."

"Yes." Juan silently glanced at Quaresma, and finally he could only echo.

And when the two of them arrived at the training base, they thought they were the first to arrive, but there were already two people standing at the door, and they were still hesitating there, together with the fans who wanted to stop the car.

At the beginning, Quaresma didn't notice the situation over there, but he couldn't bear Juan's sharp eyes, so when the people around him called "Stop", Quaresma didn't react, and he was half a beat behind. Hit the brakes.

"What's the matter?... You don't want to sign autographs for the fans, do you?" Quaresma looked at the fans surrounded by surprise outside, a little speechless.

"Of course not." Juan glanced at him, opened the car door and stood out. Fans surrounded him and wanted his autograph and group photo. Juan politely refused, but walked to the two people at a faster speed. In front of him, he smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Macy, since you are here, why don't you go in?"

The person standing here is Jorge Messi, and he is holding his son by his side. The two of them don't know why they are standing here. Although he hasn't had time to notify the guard to let him go, Messi has been here Here, he should recognize it, right?

"We are waiting for you." When Jorge Messi said this, he pinched his hands awkwardly, but his face was full of absolute confidence and pride, and his son stood beside him, still looking confident. Seeing the appearance of a child with autism, Juan turned his head and extended his hand to Messi when he invited him into the car.

"meet again."

"There will be more opportunities to meet in the future." Messi replied softly, and then held his hand.

Indeed, there will be many opportunities to meet each other in the future, it's a club!Juan didn't think there was anything wrong, so he nodded: "Ricardo, you go to the training first, and tell the assistant teacher that I will be there later."

"Okay." Quaresma blew an unscrupulous whistle, and smiled at the children behind him: "Hey children, we meet again!"

Quaresma knows a few words in Spanish, but Messi doesn't know a word in Portuguese. Quaresma said this sentence in Portuguese, and Messi can only give him a blank expression.

"He's greeting you," Juan translated without turning his head. "You guys sat on the bench together before, and he misses you very much."

→ People who can speak multiple languages ​​are really annoying. They can translate casually in front of others, add fuel and vinegar, and are not afraid of being exposed!

Messi was taken aback for a moment, and then he really remembered the years of the two of them on the bench. The difference is that he still has La Masia games to play, and Quares Marco has really sat on the bench for a season. Here, Messi also replied with sympathetic eyes: "I miss you too."

"Juan, what did he say?" Quaresma looked blankly at the people around him, and Juan returned him with an indifferent expression.

"He said he missed you very much."

"..." Quaresma's face turned red all of a sudden.

After entering the base, Juan directly arranged for Quaresma to take Messi to the locker room to choose a locker for training. He looked at the cars in the garage and was relieved to find that half of the people had already come here for training. The usual time is half an hour earlier, good sign!

Although the itinerary was arranged for the two people in two languages, they still stared at each other when they faced each other. In the end, Quares lost his mind and danced, gestured and guessed a lot, a little Portuguese Messi, who didn't understand any language, could only look at him blankly. In the end, Quares lost his mind, slapped his thigh and pointed at Aimar's license plate.

"Aimar, go find him!" This is one of the few Spanish words he can speak. When he heard that he was looking for Aimar, Messi's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly. The two of them just relied on body language and guessing. It can be regarded as communication.

Watching Messi and Quaresma leave, Juan took a deep breath and turned his head, smiling: "So, are you here to talk to the club as his agent, or are you here to talk to me as a father? ?”

"A little bit." The man chuckled. "As Leo's father, I hope you can take good care of him."

"Then as Leo Messi's agent, what do you want to talk about today?" Juan was a little puzzled. What can I say?

"I want to talk about...about accommodation." He took a deep breath and said, "I hope your club can take care of the accommodation for me and Leo."

"Of course." Juan was a little puzzled. Is there any problem?

"At the same time... I need to find a decent job." It was very difficult for him to speak, but he still tried his best to speak out. Juan subconsciously froze for a moment, then raised his eyebrows: "What did you say?"

"I know, my request is really too much, but..." Jorge Messi took a deep breath and suddenly smiled wryly. "Before I tell it again, would you like to hear a story?"

Juan nodded: "Before listening to the story, maybe you would like to sit with me in my office. There is a soft sofa and tea there, so you can tell it slowly."

When the two sat down on the soft and at the same time old sofa, Jorge Messi, who had been tense all the time, seemed to relax for a moment. He stared at the tea in front of him and couldn't help laughing: " I thought all clubs were like Barcelona."

"We can't compare with wealthy families." Juan nodded lightly. He also discovered that such a retro room with some historical flavors will make visitors calm down unconsciously and feel that they are surrounded by In a very comfortable environment, so he didn't make any changes here.

"That's good." Jorge Messi sighed, looking up at him.

"Can I start my story now?"

"Please." Juan smiled.

The dejected man in front of him was silent for a while, as if trying to organize his words, and then he spoke softly.

"This starts with Leo's childhood..."

The author has something to say:

[Today's little science]

1. I know that everyone will start to question your price...

Let's put it this way, the current high player prices are partly due to inflation and partly due to speculation.

In 04, prices were still very reasonable.

Zidanzo Zidane, the first world transfer record - 6500 million.

You can compare this price, Laco's bid is really not low.

2. Don’t brag, no one is afraid of the national football team in the Asian Cup in 04. Japan can play against each other. Sun Jihai, Shao Jiayi, Li Yi... How should I put it, it may be the last glory of the national football team... 04 This is the beginning of the 12-year national football collapse...but it is slowly getting better now! !

...Forget it, don't mention the sad things about the national football team, just read the article...

Thank you for the hidden relatives in Qingshan, the landmines whose life is like a dream~