football's most handsome

After words like "many years" and "a long time", Thiago Silva still remembers the scene of this day.

Calderon's grass was green, Diego López's face was black, and he didn't even dare to look over the sideline.

Torres dared, and he didn't score the goal. Instead of celebrating, the young and energetic man turned his head and looked near Laque's coach's bench. After a moment of silence, he stepped forward and patted Thiago on the shoulder uncharacteristically.

Thiago was still on the verge of losing his mind, and finally returned to his soul after being slapped like this, but why did this Spanish golden boy look at him like this?

"No malice, just want to ask how many years you signed the contract."

"???" The other party opened his mouth in Spanish, and the Brazilian teenager listened with a blank face. Torres saw that he didn't understand and didn't force it. He just continued: "It's just a personal suggestion. Your bench looks a little scary. Why don't you think about it and transfer as soon as possible."

After saying this, Torres left, leaving only Tiago who was rubbing his head in a daze.

What is this person talking about, comforting himself?Are you still mocking him?

The person who couldn't understand the strength subconsciously looked in the direction of his coach's bench, but it turned out that he couldn't see it, and he was about to cry.

To be honest, no matter how angry and furious the coaching bench is at this time, he can accept it. After all, it is indeed his problem, but it still looks normal over there, and everyone encourages with smiles on their faces. He doesn't look angry at all, what a nice person!

Torres didn't know what was going on with the Brazilian defender. Anyway, he just glanced at the murderous look on Depor's bench and was a little panicked. He didn't know if he would see this guy in the next game...

An own goal is just an own goal. Everything has to be settled after the game. Anyway, he doesn’t have to turn his head, he can feel the appearance of Redondo and Romario who can’t bear to look directly. These two people are famous He is strict with the juniors, and there is no need to think about what kind of "education of love" Thiago will have after he goes back.

Tsk, I feel very sour just thinking about it...

The game is still going on. I don’t know if it’s because of the own goal. The atmosphere on the court is a bit weird. Thiago’s first show was dedicated to an unforgettable own goal. Thiago’s tears were about to flow out, but he knew Now is not the time to shed tears, he has to work harder!Um!

After seeing what Torres said, Thiago wiped his eyes and was ready to continue the game. His red-rimmed eyes and pretending to be calm looked very pitiful. Marcheno hesitated for a while, looked at In the scene ahead, Belleron took the ball and a few teammates and pushed it into the opponent's half without haste. Although without the blessings of Aimar and Redondo, he was still able to protect the ball well. own feet.

Seeing that there seemed to be nothing to worry about ahead, Marceno gritted his teeth and ran to Tiago's side: "Tiago, are you okay?"

"I'm fine..." It's okay when no one asks. As soon as someone asks, the Brazilian teenager will start crying again. Whose league debut is an own goal?No matter how you think about your own future, it's all over!

Seeing the person in front of him sink down at a speed visible to the naked eye, Marceno decided not to ask what Torres said just now, but instead patted him on the head: "It's okay Thiago, who hasn't made a mistake ? As long as you try your best to make up for it in the next time, you will still have a way to survive when you go back."

Thiago wiped his eyes again and nodded vigorously: "I will work hard."

"Yes, don't be afraid to go forward boldly. There are me and Lopez behind. It's not too busy to score another one. There will always be goals in the frontcourt." Marceno comforted, but for some reason, Thiago felt Something is not quite right...

Seeing the two defenders kissing me on the field, the expression on Juan's face was calm, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking at all, but after scoring an own goal, he sat back on the coach's bench instead. Make everyone feel incredible.

Logically speaking, he should be furious at this time, or at least shout a few words, isn't Deportivo's little coach too inexperienced? ?

Obviously, many people think so, especially several commentators and anchors, protesting that Juan's coaching is not responsible at all, and only Sky Sports has a little clue.

"Juan Diaz is really not the coach of the Roar faction. His calmness looks like the calm before the storm, which makes people feel uneasy. I really want to know what will happen to Thiago Silva after the game. Treat it, just hide it? Or step up training?" Frank is now very interested in Deportivo, after all, such a wonderful team is not seen every year!

And their coach is so young that he looks like a player who is injured and waiting on the bench. Romario and Redondo next to him look like coaches, but the fact is the opposite. From this point of view, the scene still has a comic effect of. ,

"I hope to step up training." Dean said in a deep voice, "Although he created an own goal, at least Thiago Silva is still very stable in other aspects of performance, as a 20-year-old rookie. "

"He still has a long way to go in resolving effective attacks, but he can't make such great progress all at once. After all, people need time to grow." Frank is very tolerant, "As long as he grows The speed can catch up with the speed of Depor's patience with him, and he still has great hope."

Just as the two of them commented on Thiago, the halftime whistle blew, and Depor's first game ended with a score of 1:2. At least in terms of results, it was pretty good?

"Deportivo won the first game! It can be said that this is not a thrilling game, but it is exciting enough. There is no big problem with Deportivo's new lineup. The passing is smooth and the offensive and defensive transitions are also very fast. , although there is a little problem with the speed of advancement... But this does not mean that this is not good!"

Frank took a deep breath.

"What's particularly surprising is that formation... At the beginning, all of us thought that this formation was simply a blind fight. The person who played this formation must have been caught in the brain. Who would only carry a traditional A center forward, and then a group of midfielders? And during the game, we can find that Portillo has been retreating. He stayed near the center circle for half the time, and he will soon be able to join the team's offense and defense. And it's easy going forward, he didn't look like a center forward at all except for two goals in this game!"

"I believe that all the friends in front of the TV must have the same doubts as we do. Now let's connect with Jane and hear what Juan Diaz over there has to say!"

As soon as the connection passed, the live broadcast room was full of hustle and bustle. Everyone seemed to be crazy, and the big victory was making a lot of noise, but there was still no one coming from the coaching bench where their cameras were always aimed at.

"Jane, what's going on there?" Frank asked differently.

Jane didn't appear in the camera, but after hearing his question, she flashed in quickly, coughed lightly and said, "Juan...Juan Diaz, didn't come to the press conference."

"what??"

Juan didn't go to the press conference. In fact, after the game, he first went to shake hands with the coach of Atletico Madrid. The coach of Atletico Madrid looked at him dumbfounded.

"Congratulations on scoring all three goals in the game."

"Thank you, although I'm not happy at all." Juan replied, and then glanced behind him: "Can I have a word with my friend?"

"Of course." The head coach of Atletico Madrid is also really helpless. Speaking of which, this is indeed a friend, the kind that is fake!The boy in front of him is about the same age as his golden boy, but this person is already the head coach. Thinking about it, it's still all kinds of awkward...

As soon as Torres heard that he was going to talk to him, he turned his head and wanted to run into the player tunnel, but he just moved his toes in a different direction, and Juan's voice came over: "Nino?"

The person whose nickname was called could only stop and turn around helplessly: "What's the matter..."

Juan stepped forward to hug him with a smile on his face, and asked in his ear: "What did you just say to Thiago?"

"It's nothing, he doesn't understand Spanish anyway." Torres wisely avoided answering, he is not stupid!

"Really?" Juan's voice sounded soft, and the Spanish golden boy shivered subconsciously.Generally speaking, it is not a good thing for this person to speak in this tone!

"Of course it's true. I just comforted him with a few words. I ran away when I knew he couldn't understand!"

Juan took two steps back and looked at him with a smile, tilting his head as if he was looking at him, while Torres looked back pretending to be calm.

It seemed as long as a game had passed before Juan said softly, "Okay, I believe in you."

Torres breathed a sigh of relief, and looked back subconsciously: "Why don't you go to the press conference?"

"I don't want to go, I'm not in the mood." Thinking of the questions he might be asked at the press conference, Juan was very upset, "Go back to the locker room, I'm going back to our locker room too."

"Go, let's go." Torres nodded calmly, then turned around and ran towards his locker room. He was relieved until the door of the locker room was closed, and sat down on the bench collapsed.

"What's the matter, Nino, is someone chasing you?" Simeone asked curiously when he saw his young teammate like this, but Torres looked up and said in a deep voice that didn't match his age: "It's time Catch me……"

When Juan was walking towards his locker room, assistant coach Allen hurried over: "Coach, where is the post-match press conference?"

"You go." Juan waved his hand casually, he didn't want to answer about the own goal at all!

"Boss, just let me go." Allen was about to cry. When he was interviewed for the first time before the game, he felt that he had lost a layer of skin, so why not go now?It's better to kill him!

"Okay, then..." Marshal Lark turned his head casually and wanted to order someone to attend the press conference, only to find that all his staff were hurrying back and forth with their heads down, and everyone was facing away from him. It was obvious that no one wanted to hold this press conference.

In the end, Juan was still the one who went, and the reluctant Marshal Lak was late for a while. When he appeared at the press conference, everyone stood up, and the flashing lights crackled.

He sat down helplessly and knocked on the table: "What do you want to ask?"

"A lot, a lot!!" "Please hurry up and roll the roll, please?!" "Choose me, choose me, choose me!!" "Smash me! Smash me as hard as you want and ask questions!!"

Fortunately, although the last one shouted loudly, he remembered to fill in the words, otherwise Juan's reputation would be nothing.

Seeing that all the reporters seemed to be going crazy, Juan hesitated for a while, then reached out and ordered one.

He didn't see Carbonello and Jane at first glance, nor at second glance, so he had to choose at will.

But the facts proved that the wild reporters outside were not as friendly as their own, and they asked a very sharp question as soon as they came up.

"What kind of punishment will Thiago Silva have when he goes back?"

Upon hearing such a question, Juan's first reaction was helplessness. Laco's specialties are not well known, so what is there to punish?Quite a lot is just to increase the amount of training a little bit, really only a little bit!

"He won't be punished. We will strengthen his training in all aspects and actively help him get out of the shadow of this time." Juan's answer was very relaxed, and he seemed to be lax.

You are so young, that's what you don't care about!

"What do you think about the tactics of this game?"

"What do you think?" Juan tilted his head and thought for a while, "I have to talk about this matter until I was training that day."

Seeing that Juan was about to start remembering, everyone held their breaths and held the recording pens in their hands tightly.

"During training, I saw that we have so many midfielders, so we simply used them together. The effect is very significant, so we continued to use them."

"..."

What kind of random reason is this! ! ?Angrily smashed the table!Shouldn't it be after thinking hard and thinking about it before suddenly realizing it?Do you understand everyone's desire for coolness? !

Juan himself didn't think there was anything wrong at all, but directly clicked on the next one.

"Dias, who do you think is the best performer in Atletico Madrid?"

Juan knew that he was about to lead a fight, so he replied calmly: "Everyone performed very well, they put a lot of pressure on Depor's defense, and the own goal mentioned earlier is the most intuitive manifestation. "

"Talk about Portillo?"

"Portillo is a friend I met when I was in Castilla. His shooting skills are very comprehensive, and he has his own shooting method in front of the goal. This is already systematic, and I will only support him later. Do more fine-tuning, the general direction has not changed.”

Juan was already a little impatient at this time. After all, the press conferences have always been such questions, which really makes people impatient. While thinking about the possibility of finding a spokesperson, he casually picked up a Raised hands.

"Juan Diaz, do you have any plans to use the stars to build momentum for the team?"

The question was very aggressive, but before it could shake the body, Juan was already stunned, and then looked up subconsciously.

"...Fernando..."

The reporters at the scene talked a lot, is this someone Juan knows?But for so many years, I haven't heard that there is such a person by Juan's side.

Maybe they don't know the situation?

The young man who stood up had long hair and a kind smile on his face. He looked very attractive, especially his baby face. No one would have thought that he was the one who raised such a targeted question just now. .

Juan looked at him, shaking for the first time in his eyes.

He knew many Fernandos, the first being the one in front of him.

——The best brother, the purest malice, the first nightmare.

The man was unmoved, still with a smile on his face: "Please answer my question."

Juan's eyes darkened almost instantly.

"I don't know why you have such an idea, nonsense."

"Isn't it like this? The tactics you used today are unprecedented. From observation, you basically relied on those big names to support the situation, and even had an own goal. Do you think this has nothing to do with you?" He was aggressive, and Juan couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"The tactics I used have not been used before, but it does not mean that it is not practical, at least the score of this game is a proof, the own goal is an accident, Thiago Silva is a very solid player Players who are willing to learn are not as unbearable as you think."

"As for the stars, what's the problem? The Bernabeu and the Nou Camp are full of stars, and Riazor is not worth mentioning in comparison."

Riazor is the home court of Deportivo. This analogy is actually very true. After all, Deportivo is not as good as those two teams in star-making, let alone Deportivo is a rookie team?

It is better to leave it to Valencia to break the power struggle for hegemony, as long as Dekko has a Champions League place...

It's just that the appearance of this person suddenly broke his all-time calm. After answering the question quickly, Juan stood up and was about to leave, regardless of everyone's persuasion.

"Are you going to lead Laco to destruction?" Hearing this aggressive question, Juan paused, then turned his head.

The person who spoke was still Fernando, the smile on his face had disappeared, and the pair of dark eyes were just staring at him, almost exactly the same as ten years ago.

After a moment of silence, Juan turned his head to face him, and replied in a deep voice, "We in La Coruña will only go on the road of champions."

"Is that so, you have the confidence to win the cup after the league?"

"Correct."

"Ha." The man let out a chuckle, "That is to say, you think you can win with this bad tactic?"

"Whether the tactics are broken or not, only those who use them will know." Marshal Laco turned around, "This is the end of today's press conference."

After he left, there was an uproar in the audience. Usually, at Juan’s press conference, Jane Smith and Sarah Carbonero’s Shura field is the biggest attraction, but today, the biggest attraction seems to be given by a man. Robbed!

Back in the corridor of the locker room, Juan took a few breaths and subconsciously rubbed his temples.

Why did that person appear here? He had obviously disappeared for ten years!

After taking a deep breath, Juan straightened his back.

All of this can be checked, and the most important thing now is your own team.

When he returned to the locker room, everyone had already come out of it one after another. Most of them blushed when they saw him, lowered their heads and covered their crotch, and walked over quickly, and one or two were very careless. Waving at him: "Boss, are you back?"

Juan glanced at them and nodded: "Where is Thiago?"

"I don't know where she was taken by Pengpeng, maybe it's the toilet."

Juan sighed, feeling that he had committed a crime-everything was crowded together at the moment, and he didn't know what to say.

When he found these two people, the Brazilian rookie duo was crying, and Pompons, who claimed that he was born without a brain, wiped his tears and said: "It's all my fault! If I didn't say the score was 2:1 at that time , you won’t score an own goal, it’s all my fault!”

Thiago was crying rather than crying. He closed his mouth tightly and couldn't say a word. After all, no matter what he thought, his debut was an own goal. Is there any need for him to continue his career?

"Puff, I want to retire..."

"What did you say?!" David Luiz was taken aback, his eyes widened, "Retired?!"

"Yes." Thiago analyzed himself very heavily, "I feel that I don't have the talent to play football, and I'm really... very scared, what if I have another own goal, what if I cause another injury to the team? What... It’s okay to win this game, but what if I lose the game because of one of my own goals? Then I will never forgive myself!”

"No!" The two said in unison.

Thiago and Louis looked at each other, they both saw the panic in each other's eyes, they both turned their heads at the same time, Juan came out from the corner: "Sorry, I didn't mean to listen to your conversation."

There was a suspicious pause, and Juan couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"But at least you two can't hug each other for now?"

To be honest, the two big men hugged each other with tears and snot running down their noses, they looked really hot...

The Brazilian duo stood up in a hurry and chose to lower their heads at the same time, not daring to look at Juan anymore, but Juan didn't say anything, and walked forward and patted Puffy on the shoulder.

"I heard that you predicted today's score during the game?"

Pompons shivered for a moment, raised his head and showed a pitiful smile: "Coach, I..."

"I know you didn't do it on purpose," Juan said kindly, "After all, you have no brains :D"

Pengpeng immediately lowered his head.

"As for you, Thiago."

As soon as Juan called his name, Thiago Silva couldn't help trembling, and looked over with a pair of very pitiful eyes. When Juan saw this man, he almost cried like a rabbit. It's hard to say anything, pat him on the shoulder.

"Believe in yourself, what others can do, you can do the same. Continue to train hard, and if you perform well, there will be opportunities in the future."

Hearing what Juan said, their eyes lit up, and they nodded hastily.

Juan smiled: "Go back to the locker room as soon as you know, we are going to leave."

After returning to La Coruña, the team disbanded on the spot. Those who returned to the dormitory returned to the dormitory, and those who returned home went home. After being picked up by Riquelme, Juan took a shower and lay down on the bed to prepare for sleep.

--Failed.

Facts have proved that the first game still has a great influence on him.

It's not like Manchester United, which has its own set of teams, and he only needs to make a few changes, and it's not like the national team, which basically has nothing to do with him except in the end.

This is a club of its own!

He rebuilt the club bit by bit with his own hands, ran around to recruit people, and even devoted most of his efforts. Just today, he tasted the fruits of victory!

Although it was just a sip and it was only the beginning of this season, he was still very excited.

Being a head coach and an assistant coach are really two different experiences.

Seeing that he was so excited that he couldn't fall asleep, Juan could only get up. He decided to go for a walk to get some air and calm himself down. Taking advantage of the cool breeze, he casually put on a sportswear and put a hat on his head. go out.

The atmosphere in La Coruña tonight is very good. Citizens holding bottles and singing team songs can be seen everywhere on the street. Even in the bars, there is laughter and laughter. Juan took two steps and stopped at the door of a bar.

The sign of this bar has a big Deportivo team logo, and below it is a line of words "In Deportivo, there are no strangers". He thought it was very interesting and couldn't help but lowered the brim of his hat and walked in.

The wind chime at the door of "Dingling" rang twice, and the boss at the counter subconsciously glanced at him and shouted, "Little devil, did you buy wine for my father? Why haven't I seen you?"

Juan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only answer: "No, I'm here to drink."

Hearing what he said, everyone in the shop started laughing, and some people started shouting: "Go home, boy!" "You'd better go to bed, you have to go to school tomorrow, right?"

Hearing what the people in the store said became more and more outrageous, Juan couldn't help shaking his head helplessly, and then sat in front of the bar counter, the boss approached: "What do you want to drink?"

Juan Díaz, who knows nothing about wine, hesitated for a moment.

"A pint of beer will do."

"Boy, can you drink?" The person sitting on the side approached and looked at his profile suspiciously.

No, why is this kid's profile familiar...

"Why not?" Juan turned his head and raised his eyebrows, exposing his face to the air. "I will be 22 years old when I cross zero."

"That's it...Happy birthday!" The people around him didn't care, they raised their glasses to him with a loud laugh, and then choked. "Juan?!"

"What, old man, do you know him?" The bar owner put the beer in front of Juan, and raised his eyebrows to see the people on the side.

"Of course!! It's Juan!" The uncle immediately jumped up, held his hand and laughed, "Today's game was really exciting! I was worried when I first watched it, but in the second half I'm not afraid anymore!"

Seeing that he started to talk about tonight's game again, the people at the scene also started to talk about it. The atmosphere was very lively, and Juan couldn't help raising his eyebrows and smiling: "Even if there is an own goal?"

"Oh, what happened to the own goal, we won the own goal too!" He laughed, and patted Juan's shoulder with his big hand, "Good boy, when you first came, I was still thinking about the future of La Coruña. How to do it!"

Hearing what he said, the boss finally couldn't help it anymore: "Hey, be gentle, what if you shoot someone else's boy and break it?"

"Hahaha, oh yes, I want to be lighter, hehe..." The uncle couldn't help laughing, and put down his hand that had been patting Juan. Juan was finally saved from the clutches of the devil. He looked helplessly. Glancing at this person, he pressed his hat and stood up.

"Hey, where are you going?" The uncle looked up at him, and Juan smiled helplessly: "I'm going back, I have to train tomorrow."

"Oh!! Then go slowly, do you want me to see you off?"

Juan waved his hand: "Thank you, no need."

Watching Juan leave, the uncle couldn't help but take a big gulp of the beer in front of him.

"Whose guy is that? He ordered a beer and didn't drink a glass before leaving." The boss felt very strange. Although this person gave money, the beer was not touched here. It was really weird.

"It's Juan!" The uncle grinned, and the boss said "Oh", and asked very normally, "Which family's Juan?"

"What Juan, that's Juan Dias!"

"What?" Hearing his words, the boss and others in the bar froze.

After going out for a walk, the mood was indeed more comfortable. Juan walked towards his own house very casually, but when he stood outside his door, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Someone sneaking around his door?

It must be explained here that Juan’s home in La Coruña is a two-storey villa with many rooms inside, so it looks very empty, especially at night, once he turns off the lights, the entire villa It looks like a haunted house.

There are people wandering around the door of the haunted house, which doesn't sound like a good thing at all.

Although Juan was very prepared to continue looking at it like this, it would be better for him to get all the stolen goods when the man turned into his house, but soon he gave up this idea, but rubbed his temples and walked away helplessly past.

"Igor."

The young man wandering in front of his door froze all of a sudden, and through the dim street lights, Juan could clearly see his little friend's eyelashes.

It was indeed Igor, Juan sighed: "Why are you here?"

"That's the question I want to ask too..." Cassie turned her head, her face almost blushing: "Why didn't you sleep at home?"

"Can't sleep, go out for a walk." Juan raised the brim of his hat, very helpless: "Why didn't you call me?"

"I'm afraid you've fallen asleep and disturbed you." Cassie opened her body to let out the door, and Juan couldn't help raising his eyebrows. "I'll give you a spare key later, come whenever you want, you don't need to say hello to me."

"Okay." Cassie's eyes gleamed in the darkness, making Juan's heart itch.

In order to hide himself, he coughed lightly, stepped forward to open the door: "Come in."

It wasn't until Cassie sat down on the sofa and Juan came over with water that he remembered one thing.

"No... why are you here? Isn't Real Madrid also playing today?"

Compared to Deportivo, whose first game was an away game, Real Madrid is much better. Their first game is at home, that is to say, these two people are playing at the same time in the same city, or even just tens of kilometers apart. , but Juan really didn't want to bother his friends, so he returned to La Coruña with the team.

"Yeah, that's why Raul and the others didn't come, so they didn't dare to run around." Casillas laughed, "That's the benefit of being a goalkeeper!"

Juan couldn't help giving him a kind look.

Oh, this guy, relying on his short running distance as a goalkeeper and his physical fitness to keep up, he will be willful and fly directly from Madrid overnight?

"What's your expression?" Cassie glared at him.

"No, you are the best goalkeeper!" Juan couldn't help but smiled helplessly, rubbing his head, "I'm very happy that you came to see me."

"Guess what I brought you?" Casillas put his hands behind his back and looked at him proudly.

"..." Brother, you didn't have anything just now, okay?

Juan thought for a while, then shook his head honestly: "I don't know."

"Then stretch out your hand." Casillas laughed.

"What do you want to give me?" Juan stretched out his hand, but he was grabbed. Casillas coughed lightly, his face serious: "Do you want me to give you one?"

"..." Juan looked at the Spanish goalkeeper speechlessly and blushed like a tomato after he finished speaking.

"Thinking about it this way, you are also 22 years old." Casillas was very emotional, "Happy birthday!"

——Hey, don't think I can ignore your red ears because you staggered the topic!