football's most handsome

A couple of young people falling in love together really made Argentina's midfielder worry a lot, especially in terms of contact. He thought a lot.

——He has his own persistence, and he also knows that it is not his age anymore, but this does not mean that he cannot accept some new ideas and content, or that he is now better able to understand some emotional issues. matter.

A relationship that has been silently maintained by one party for ten years, is it worthwhile for him to lend a helping hand? He has already given an answer, but obviously, the other party still seems to be in a very ignorant state. The only help the two of them can do by themselves (Juan: Help is threatening me with a stick to call? TvT), now it's up to the two of them.

Argentine, who felt that he had perfected himself, lowered his head and looked down. His disciple was still watching him with his mobile phone, and his clothes looked frightened. Redondo laughed and put down the stick in his hand: "Today's extra training will end soon. , If you have anything to say, go back and say it."

Juan nodded: "Ah, by the way, I actually have one more thing to do."

"What?" Redondo turned his head patiently, and Juan said, "Boss, put down the stick in your hand first, let's talk about it."

Lei Dongdo put the stick away as promised, turned around and stood up to look at him leisurely: "What do you want to say now?"

"It's about the next game." Juan smiled. "What do you think about Barcelona?" Many people in Deportivo have fought against Barcelona, ​​and some of them just came out of Barcelona. And when did Redondo fight Barcelona last time?

That was almost four years ago. The group of people left and changed. Redondo thought for a while and said apologetically, "Sorry, I can't give you any advice about the current Barcelona."

Juan smiled: "But Deportivo needs you, especially with regard to personnel allocation." No--

Which naturally also includes Juan Belleron, Juan Sorin, as well as Riquelme and Aimar.

Juan Belleron lacks the aggressiveness of the game. He is a very devout Christian. His movements in the confrontation are very elegant and ethereal, and he is very concerned about the team, but he lacks the ability to The momentum of leading the whole team to the bottom of the boat may have something to do with his dislike of fighting.

As for Juan Sorin, although he had charisma when he was in the national team, but that was only in the national team, and there was Redondo in the club.

The same is true for Riquelme and Aimar, and their own style of play has already limited their own temperament. If you count it, Redondo really has not been able to carry Deportivo after that.

It can be said that the current Deportivo's performance in the previous few games is so strong, which is necessarily related to the existence of the Argentine midfielder.

Redondo naturally also knew that the current situation in La Coruña was not as glamorous as it seemed from the outside world. After a while of silence, he raised his eyebrows.

"There are good seedlings among the young players in Deportivo, and Rio Messi is pretty good."

"Messi?" Juan raised his eyebrows differently, "Do you want to take him as the last disciple?"

"It's not a disciple." Speaking of disciple Lei Dongdo, he started to have a headache. The few children he taught were all stubborn, which really appealed to his appetite, but he couldn't take it anymore. Yes.

"Just take him for two years, it would be even better if he can be brought out... He is not as eloquent as the three of you, and he is easy to suffer."

I don't know if it was an accident, but everyone brought out by Redondo can become the core of the team, especially Raul, who can occupy a place in the star-studded Bernabéu, which has to be said to be amazing.

"But when it comes to disciples, I'm still very interested in Gago." Redondo pondered for a while and said, "You can also take him with you for two years, and he will be a good seed... As for Messi, he is more suitable to be Ai A character like Mal."

"In the next game, will he make any mistakes?" Juan was very serious. Deportivo lacked a future core. This is just a long-term problem. There is always a solution if you go slowly But now, the game against Barcelona is imminent.

"Yes, but not too big." Redondo pondered for a while, "Maybe you should talk to him."

Talk to Messi?Hu Jing was silent for a while helplessly: "Boss, I have talked with him many times, and it's not like you don't know."

Indeed, in the whole of La Coruña, Juan is the one who talks the most with Messi. If he is not afraid of calling the child too many times to cause rebellious psychology, Juan can't wait to call him over to enlighten his mind.

The Argentine teenager kept silent and didn't say anything outside. Even when he usually chatted, he seemed quite normal, but when he wanted to communicate more deeply, he began to pretend to be stupid. This kid looked honest, In fact, my heart is deep.

"But this time is different." Redondo smiled at him, "Think about it yourself, I'm going out first."

Juan played with the phone for a while, then subconsciously sighed.

Indeed, at this point in time, it is not the time for him to hesitate. Later, he still needs to have a good talk with this person about playing in the game.

However, before Juan had a clue, he heard Redondo's voice outside: "Messi?"

He stood up in a daze. The person standing outside was indeed Messi. He didn’t know when the Argentine teenager came. He looked up at Redondo and then at Juan. There is a rare emotion called "embarrassment" in my heart.

It's quite embarrassing... The two of them were still commenting on others inside, but when they looked back, this person was actually outside the door, it was simply intoxicating.

"Boss, I told you that I have something to do. We are going to conduct extra training in the midfield." Messi said in a flat voice. Hearing what he said, Redondo was taken aback: "Okay, I see."

Seeing Redondo quickly pass by him and walk out of the player tunnel, and now only the two of them are left, Juan is even more embarrassed. He subconsciously opened his mouth to say something, but he heard Messi speak first: "Can we Do you want to talk?"

Juan raised his eyebrows in surprise. This is the first time Messi has taken the initiative to talk to him. Maybe this is a good time for him to open up? "Okay, come in."

The two sat down, and before Juan had time to say anything, the Argentine teenager had already spoken first: "I heard your chat, but I didn't mean it."

He did hear it!

Juan hid the unnaturalness on his face and nodded: "Then?"

"What I want to say is that I am willing to follow my predecessors and learn everything about playing football..." Messi took a deep breath, "Also, even if I am not suitable to be the core, I will Do your best on your own.”

Juan didn't expect that the person in front of him would actually say that. After all, he really thought that Messi would have an opinion on the evaluation of the two of them: "So you don't think there is any problem with such a statement?"

"Of course there is no problem." Messi said bluntly: "The most important thing is to be able to learn something. I know the key points. I am not a fool... And, in the next game, I really want to play."

"I thought you would deliberately avoid Barcelona." Juan said half-jokingly, when a team's youth training comes out, the player must have a kind of embarrassment for his team. I feel, and generally prevent such a situation, there are very few players who face their own team when they just leave.

"I...I thought about it that way." Messi's voice was a little low when he said this, obviously thinking of his good time in La Masia.

His little friends, his meticulous predecessors, and the lawn there, everything is so nostalgic.

But he is also a professional player, he must have the consciousness of a professional player, right?

"Okay, now that you've said that," Juan breathed a sigh of relief, and patted him on the shoulder, "You will play in the next game, and if you score a goal, you are allowed to eat a bag of potato chips."

In an instant, the Argentine teenager's eyes became sparkling, and the dimples at the corners of his mouth looked really sweet without the cover of his hair...

"Then what if I score a header?"

Hey, why are their children not at all sad about meeting the old owner, but excited about a bag of potato chips here?

"If you score a header, you can upgrade to a medium bag of potato chips, and if you score two goals, you can change to a large bag of potato chips!" Juan gave him a direct nod, and Messi immediately jumped up, as if he had already Potato chips are like eating into your mouth: "Then what if it's three balls?"

"Family clothes are waiting for you." Juan patted his head seriously.

Messi, who was immediately inspired, let out an "oh", it was the excitement and happiness that he hadn't seen for a long time, and Juan really didn't know where to start talking about it...

This young man is not saying he is poor, but no one will let him eat it now, so he wants to eat it even more. For Juan, it is better not to block it. If the oppression is too tight now, once this person loses discipline in the future, let him go If he eats these things on his stomach, the harm will be even greater. He might as well use rewards to let this person eat a little bit first. At least he will not eat these junk foods exclusively like a starving ghost in the future.

After the excitement, Messi quickly calmed down. He cut his hair and looked like a little mushroom. When the little mushroom looked up, it still had a cute and cute look. So cute, Juan couldn't help but want to sigh.

Isn't this still a child?

A child who loves to eat snacks, loves to play, and is disciplined by his parents, he is no different from other children, except that his kicking skills are a little more exquisite.

"Coach." Messi looked over with bright eyes, but Juan could see that something was swaying in them, "Coach, what did you think when you left Real Madrid?"

As soon as Messi asked this sentence, Juan sighed knowingly.

This kid is really good at playing football, but because of his illness, countless teams rejected him. At this time, Barcelona extended his helping hand to him, even if it was a light hand , very casual, but that was the only hope for their family at the time.

And what is the cruelest thing in the world?

Of course, hope is given to people in despair, and then all this hope is taken away.

For Messi, maybe when Barcelona nodded and agreed to sell him, it was the time when all his hopes were taken away.

In fact, it is still necessary to follow the player's own opinion when transferring. Of course, he knows that there is a famous nail shop in Real Madrid named Jose Gutierrez, also known as Guti. But even so, he is willing to let go of all his self-esteem, just to stay in a place with the Real Madrid team logo.

Messi has been silent all the time. He hopes that he will stay in Barcelona like this. He will keep his face and dedicate his entire career to Barcelona, ​​which can be regarded as repaying their kindness. It's worth more than letting him stay.

As the guardian, his father agreed to sign almost impatiently, and all his coaches were very sorry, after all, they knew Juan best. The coach of the youth training team almost smashed the chairman's desk because of this, but It doesn't help.

Since they think they have only this value, then let him come.

"When I left Real Madrid, my situation was a little bit worse than yours." Juan smiled, and casually played with a pen in his hand. His fingers were very flexible, and the pen fluttered up and down like a butterfly. Flying in the spirit.

"At that time, I was just recovering from a car accident. After a month and a half of rehabilitation, both the team doctor and the doctor in the hospital diagnosed me as having lost the ability to play games continuously, and my friends were concerned about my situation and made frequent mistakes in games, so The club gave me two options - the first, to retire voluntarily, and the second, to be 'retired'."

Speaking of this, Juan still has a feeling that the world is unpredictable. After all, who would have thought that he not only returned to the court to play for a while, but now he has embarked on a path that belongs to the coach.

"What do you mean?" Messi blinked, somewhat confused.

"That is to say, I choose to apply for retirement by myself, or the club announces my retirement directly. These are two different things. If the club announces my retirement, I may not have that season at Manchester United." Juan smiled lightly. Some sighed, "Besides, the top management of Real Madrid asked my friends to convey this news to me."

"..." Messi opened his mouth, not knowing what to say at this moment.

"Leo, do you know? You can't be without confidence. No matter what other people think you can't do, you have to believe that you can do it, no matter who your opponent is or what you think." Juan sighed softly Take a breath.

"I retired at the age of 21. In the same year, I played as a substitute at the Manchester United Club to help the team fight against Real Madrid. At the age of 22, I won the European Cup in the national team. It was also this year that I became the coach of Deportivo and Real Madrid. Madrid are on the same starting line, that's all I have."

"So what about you, where is your confidence?"

The Argentine teenager seemed to be stunned by the question, and he didn't react for a long time. After a while, he hesitated and said: "My confidence...I play football well?"

"I'm a little confident!" Juan slapped him again, almost giving him a hard time. "You know, your future is limitless. In a few years, Barcelona must be the one who regrets it!"

Messi was choked by his slap, and kept bending over to cough. Juan didn't say anything, but just helped him to breathe smoothly, regardless of the man coughing until tears flowed from his fingers.

The Argentine teenager has not been very showy all the time. He and Cristiano are two extremes. One side puts everything on his face and says nothing until he can’t do it. There is a gully in my heart, but the surface is still calm, but Juan knows that these two people have a vulnerability in their hearts.

A vulnerability called "self-esteem."

"I tell you, they will definitely regret it in the future." Juan looked into his eyes and said every word, "So you have to work harder."

"Yeah." The Argentine teenager took a deep breath. His chest was about to explode now. It was full of emotions that he had kept sealed up for a long time, and now he was about to burst out.

Looking at Messi's pitiful face with red eyes, Juan couldn't help but sigh: "Barcelona..."

On the court at this moment, someone is also lamenting the same words: "Barcelona, ​​it's really terrible."

"What?" Aimar stopped the ball and looked at Riquelme next to him in surprise. His simple and honest face was full of exclamations, which looked a little weird...

"No, I'm just sighing." Riquelme waved his hand, "You know, I joined Barcelona before and stayed there for a while."

"Yes, and then you were loaned to Villarreal. If it wasn't for Deportivo, you would have been bought by the yellow submarine." Aimar consciously added the following for him. The storyline develops.

"Speaking of which, I almost went to Villarreal." Thorin sighed, causing the two people to look back at him at the same time. "What do you look at? At that time, I had indeed received an offer from Villarreal. I was just hesitating for a while... If I hadn't gone out with you that afternoon, I guess I would already be a player of Yellow Submarine. .”

which afternoon?Aimar and Riquelme hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly realized—he was talking about the day when the three of them were beaten by Redondo alone!

The three of them felt melancholy about the Shura field that day, and then changed the topic back: "Then, why is Barcelona dying?"

"You know, I'm a victim of Barcelona's political struggle. After changing the chairman, I was loaned out or something..." This is very similar to Redondo, but Florentino didn't rent someone out. When he went out, he played harder and sold the person directly.

"Although this reason accounts for a part of the proportion, but speaking of it, my strength is still not enough." When it comes to this, Riquelme also has various emotions. He is not only inferior to other La Masia. , can't even compare in skill, so what else is there to say?

"Among the people who compete with me, Xavi, Ronaldinho, and Van Bommel, to be honest, I am not sure that any of these three people can win directly. Although Xavi has only been in Barcelona's midfield for four years , but he already knows this team by heart, Ronaldinho will get it, and he and I are not even in the same world, Van Bommel..."

Speaking of this, Riquelme was about to cry: "That guy is the top midfielder in the Netherlands, and you all know what he is like. In terms of aggression, I am simply scumbag."

"Thinking about it carefully, buddy, you are still quite weak." Aimar said this very sincerely, and Riquelme glared at him angrily: "Nonsense, if I am not weak, how could I be loaned out? !"

Hearing what he said, several people present were at a loss. After all, the midfield sounds terrible, and there are Puyol, Valdez and other strong players in the backcourt. It is not easy to play this round.

All of a sudden, the audience began to frown. Redondo came back at this time, and raised his eyebrows subconsciously when he saw them like this: "What's wrong?"

As soon as they saw him, several midfielders gathered around one after another. Although each of them was in awe of the prince of the Bernabéu, now is not the time to think about it!

After listening to them expressing their worries in one go, Redondo raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Then, is this the reason for your nervousness?"

"Isn't that enough?" Several people were dumbfounded, "The opponent is very strong, really strong, what if we lose?"

Redondo rubbed his forehead. For some reason, he felt that this scene seemed familiar: "Then, because you may lose, you will not play? Or will you not start the game because you are afraid of losing?"

Everyone looked at each other silently, Lei Dongdo looked around and couldn't help sighing.

No wonder no one can support La Coruña's backbone now, and now there is always a need for someone to stand firm and lead them to move on.

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