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The moonlight was hazy, and the atmosphere between the two was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

After a long silence, Juan spoke again: "Why are you here?"

The man smiled narrowly: "What if I say, I've been following you?"

"..." Juan didn't know what to say at this moment.

The person in front of him didn't seem very good, and under the dim light, Juan could barely see his expression clearly.

The man's mouth was tight, his face was pale, and his hair was messy. It seemed that he had barely taken care of it, but he still looked as if he had been rubbed by a strong wind. Like last time, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his cuffs looked a little empty. Just thinking of the rumor that human trafficking = drugs, Juan only felt a little heavy in his heart.

The person in front of him seemed to take Juan's silence as surprise, and laughed twice: "Don't worry, I don't mean anything malicious."

"Really?" Juan finally couldn't help but said, looking at his eyes with coldness, "I don't know who threatened me with a knife a few days ago."

"Hasn't it been a month, do you still remember?" The man seemed to be indifferent, and laughed twice, "But what I want to say is that I said that sentence seriously, you understand me mean?"

——If he doesn't come up with the money he wants, he will kill the Deportivo players one by one.

"I don't understand, I just know that you are not well now." Juan smiled coldly, "How does it feel to be chased all the way?"

"I have resigned now. I really want to thank you for transferring me back to Madrid." When the man said this, he moved his hand, and Juan was silent for a while: "It's just as long as you like it."

The little coach of La Coruña said this very softly, and the man in front of him almost immediately heard the murderous intent contained in his tone, but he was confident. Incredibly kind?Even for someone like him, this little guy didn't rush up to beat him right away.

I have to say that this so-called demeanor really helped him a lot.

"I think with your network, you should already know my current situation. I must get the 1 million yuan." He coughed twice, sounding a little weird in the middle of the night. "In any case, [-] million is just a small amount to you, right? I read the newspapers these days, and you took out the money to buy people in La Coruña. Now you must also have money to lend Me?"

Juan was silent for a while, raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

"What and why?" The person on the opposite side was stunned, but Juan still asked slowly: "Why should I lend it to you?"

"Why... I have no money now! If I don't have money within a week, I will die!" The man became anxious all of a sudden, stepped forward and grabbed Juan by the collar and shouted: "If I didn't have this money, I might be dead now!! Aren't you very rich, it won't matter if you take some out!"

"It doesn't matter whether I have money or not," Juan's voice was very calm, with a hint of coolness in the dark night. "Why should I lend you money...or rather, why should I lend money to a loan shark?"

The man on the opposite side seemed to have been hit with a sap unconsciously, and suddenly became a little angry. A cold light hit his neck, and the cold and even tingling texture made him realize what it was.

knife.

The man put a knife against his neck, pushed him into the stadium, closed the door with a "bang" and growled: "[-] million, do you want it? If you don't, I'll cut you up now!"

Fearing that Juan would run away, he put a knife on Juan's neck and pushed him into the field. Juan took a deep breath and turned his head to look around the small field among the trees: "Do you still remember this place?" ?”

The man moved and sneered: "Of course I remember, this is the place we used to come to often, and I brought you and Igor here, Juan, we used to be so good in the youth training..."

"You still have the face to tell me about that time!" Juan's anger erupted so quickly that the man couldn't help but take a half step back, but he didn't let go of his grip on Juan, and the sharp blade remained the same. He stuttered on his neck: "...it's all your fault, yes, everything is your fault! If it weren't for you, I would still be playing football now, and I wouldn't be on the road of drug trafficking... "

Juan almost laughed angrily.

Blame him for what?This person is simply unreasonable!

"Fernando Garcia," he took a deep breath, frowned and sneered, "You think about it, why did you retire!"

It's okay not to mention this, but when this is mentioned, the man's whole face is distorted and hideous: "Isn't it that Real Madrid forced me to retire in order to protect you children from families with backgrounds? If the mental judgment fails, the player will be permanently disqualified... …You think that’s an easy thing to do for a 15-year-old?!”

Juan didn't know what to say at this moment. Anger was burning in his chest. These emotions almost broke his nerves, so he didn't even think about it. Hit him in the stomach.

The man obviously didn't expect that the man with the knife resting on his neck would dare to fight back. He was caught off guard and bent down with difficulty, but he still held the knife tightly in his hand. He knew that this was his only hope now.

"Save us...? In other words, after so many years, you have no regrets for what you did back then, is that so?"

"Regret? Of course I do!" The man became agitated all of a sudden, Juan could see clearly under the dim light, the man's wide eyes were already full of bloodshot eyes.

"I just regret it, how good it would have been if Hierro hadn't been there at the time?"

The wind blew through the leaves, leaving a rustling sound, accompanied by the low laughter of the man who said these words. In the still hot September, Juan only felt a biting chill creeping up his back.

"I just hate you, I really love you... You, and Portillo, both of you are so talented, you can easily reach a height that I can't reach after many years of training. The first team, which seems so far away to me, seems to be just a matter of your fingertips..."

While saying this, the man's whole body was shaking, not because of the cold, let alone because of fear, Juan could only see the unspoken ease and excitement in him, and it was precisely for this reason that he And trembling with excitement.

"Obviously I started playing football first, obviously I took you to play together...Obviously you are so good, you are so friendly, you are like sunshine and everyone likes you, but I just hate you, especially It's you, Juan...especially you!"

"I hate that you have such a good football talent, I hate that you make everyone happy, I hate that you can achieve my dreams so soon, I hate that you have such a good family background, I hate that you shine, I hate that you always You who follow me have a brighter future than me, I hate that you have everything I can't have in my whole life when you are 11 years old!"

"At the same time, I also hate myself... I hate that I have low talent, I hate that I have cut off everything I have before I can succeed, and I hate that I didn't kill you directly here!"

The light was very dim, and he gasped loudly in the dark night, like a trapped animal, and he was very happy that he could confide all his malice to his face, but the feeling of emptiness in his heart was getting bigger and bigger, and he couldn't help it at all. fill up.

How much he wished that his words could be turned into a sharp sword, directly piercing the body of the person in front of him, making him dripping with blood. Seeing him bleeding or even collapsing, he felt a supreme joy in his mind, and this feeling Almost drove him crazy.

It's just that the person opposite didn't say a word, he couldn't even hear the sound of breathing, he couldn't see the expression of the person in front of him at all, but now he urgently needed to prove the reaction of the person in front of him, so he took two steps forward, his face The expression on the phone was so ferocious that it deformed: "Why, if you don't speak, does it mean that you are guilty?"

Now the distance between him and Juan is almost only an arm's length away, but Juan was standing in the shadows, he couldn't see how this person reacted at all, so he squinted his eyes while tentatively getting close to him The body: "If you really have a guilty conscience? Then obediently take out 5000 million, if you really can't do it, take 5000 million first, and give it later after [-] million. I promise to forget the past and have nothing to do with you..."

He didn't even have time to finish his words, he only felt a pain in his abdomen, and he lowered his head almost in horror.

Juan still had a knife in his hand! !

His eyes widened to the maximum, and he even had a little shortness of breath. He reached out and grabbed Juan's wrist tightly, and his legs couldn't even stand up, relying entirely on Juan's hands to support him.

Juan's hands were steady and his expression was calm. He even lowered his head to observe his expression and his panic and despair. He opened his mouth and was about to say something when he heard the person in front of him sneer.

"You are as brave as you, and you still want to threaten people with a knife?"

Juan pushed his hand away very lightly, and he held the knife in his hand. Before stabbing hard, Juan had already erected the knife, parallel to his body, so the whole knife hit him directly. on the body.

The man's legs went limp, and he fell to his knees and gasped loudly. Juan touched his neck subconsciously, and when he looked down at his hands, they were already covered in blood. It seemed that the angry blow just now had scratched his skin a bit.

A familiar voice came from outside the field, and Juan glanced back at him, then turned and walked outside the field.

Casillas also arrived just in time, and because Juan blocked his view, he only saw Juan alone, so when he opened his mouth with a smile on his face and wanted to call someone, he almost turned into a panic Rong: "Be careful!"

Juan subconsciously wanted to turn around, only to hear a "crack", the jaw-piercing sound of dislocation of bones, Casillas panicked all of a sudden, and started looking for the gate of the field, the two people in the field scuffled again together, while one of Juan's arms drooped in an unnatural way.

The man has obviously fallen into a state of madness at this moment. He has lost his mind long ago, tearing at Juan, wishing he could eat his flesh and blood, and crazily shouting curses at Juan. Casillas saw that Juan had suffered several times. Next, in desperation, the blind cat held the dead mouse and opened the gate of the stadium, rushing in to pull the man away.

"Give me 5000 million!! No! 5000 million is enough!" The man suddenly hugged Juan's leg and began to cry bitterly, "[-] million, please help me! I don't want to die yet, I There are still many things to do!"

Casillas was stunned on the spot. He didn't pay attention and didn't press him tightly. As a result, the man rushed over, grabbed Juan's hand and stabbed him into his arm!

"Juan!"

Juan Diaz, the last memory of tonight is Iker Casillas screaming at the top of his lungs.

When he woke up, he saw the snow-white ceiling for the first time, and then his eyes shifted.

--bit.

This scene is so familiar, so familiar that Juan thought it was the midsummer of 03. He had just survived a car accident, and he had a dangerous and terrible dream about the future and about the future. The person at hand.

He raised his hand with some difficulty and rubbed the fluffy hair in front of him, as if awakened by the weight on his head, he raised his head sleepily, and then said in surprise, "Juan! You're awake...you're scared to death Me, I thought..."

"Think I'm dead?" Juan chuckled, his fingers slowly sliding across the cheek of the person in front of him.

This person is obviously still the crybaby. Whether he loses or is bullied by Juan, his eyes are always red and he looks like a little rabbit.

"Igor, I had a dream for a long time." He said softly, "I dreamed that I became the coach of Deportivo, I dreamed that I won the European Cup, and I dreamed that I became the coach of Deportivo. Talking loudly at Manchester United with Sir Alex Ferguson... I also dreamed that you said you liked me."

The person who originally wanted to get angry back at him was immediately dumbfounded, blushing and unable to say anything, Juan looked at his face and chuckled.

"Yes, you must like me, otherwise why would you cry for me?"

"..." Igor Casillas decided to ignore this person, "The doctor showed you that the knife was smeared with a drug that can cause a coma, and maybe it was going to stun you directly and drag you off." Let's go, the bone has been corrected, and the arm may have to be hung for a few days, the injury on the arm is not serious, and it cannot touch the water."

Juan froze for a moment, then nodded: "Okay." He also felt the inconvenience of his left hand, and the scene of last night gradually returned, and he couldn't help frowning: "What happened after that?"

"What's the matter?" Casillas was particularly angry, "The bastard raised by XX couldn't escape, and he became a drug addict on the spot, and he didn't recognize his relatives, and he was performing performance art on the court." To be honest, he was almost stunned. ...That was also the first time he saw someone commit this crime on the spot, and he trembled a little when he made the phone call.

"The police car and the ambulance came together later, and I took notes all night..." Casillas yawned a lot as he spoke, and looked at him with drooping eyelids, "At least you're fine."

"Yeah, it's okay anyway." Juan nodded and raised his eyebrows, "Are you hiding something from me?"

"What?" Casillas was taken aback.

"You must have kept something from me, otherwise you wouldn't talk without looking me in the eyes." Hu Jing looked at him quietly, his ice blue eyes were as calm as Lake Baikal blowing by the breeze.

Casillas was silent for a while before rubbing his head irritably: "I didn't say anything, but it's better not to know now...!"

"If it's about Fernando Garcia, if you don't tell me now, I'll find out later." The police will definitely come to him for a record.

Cassie naturally knew the reason. He hesitated for a while before saying: "When he was addicted to drugs yesterday, he took a knife to kill himself...he cut the main artery, lost too much blood, and died."

All of a sudden, the ward fell into silence. Before Casillas dared to look at Juan, he only heard him sigh for a long while.

"Relieved."

Cassie didn't even think about it until the police arrived, whether the "relieved" meant himself or Fernando, but he seemed to be able to see that the carrier of malice had dissipated, but Juan had already consciously shouldered the responsibility. This huge malice.

Maliciousness towards an outstanding person, malice towards the proud son of heaven, and towards...him.

The transcript was finished quickly, and Juan was about to leave, but the main entrance of the hospital was already surrounded by a group of people, and he could even see crowds of people outside when he went downstairs.

"What's the situation?" Juan asked the people around him, and Casillas was very helpless: "The media reporters know that there are many channels for news..."

Juan understood: "Let's go to the garage."

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Casillas and Juan finally breathed a sigh of relief when they carefully left the garage all the way. After all, Juan’s own media attention is already high enough, and another "interview with drug dealers in the dense forest at night" will really jump into the garage. The Yellow River can't be cleaned up, and finally the police in Madrid are responsible enough to know what's going on with him.

His aunt and sister also called. They were notified by Casillas, but they did not show up in the hospital. Recently, they are busy arranging various happy things for the matriarch, so I can only ask Juan about the situation on the phone.

After talking on the phone with his two relatives, Juan turned his head and looked at Casillas. The man who was concentrating on driving seemed not to be paying attention to him at all, but as his staring time increased, the little Spanish goalkeeper The earlobes gradually turned red.

"Ahem... Juan, I have something to ask you." Casillas clenched the steering wheel, "Can you stop looking at me?"

"Why?" Juan raised his eyebrows, and the little friend coughed louder.

"I'll be distracted, you look ahead."

When Juan looked ahead as he said, Casillas secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and asked seriously, "How did you meet him last night?"

"It's not touching." Juan replied very calmly, "It's not like you didn't hear what the police officer said just now."

Casillas was silent. While taking notes, the police officer told them about the situation of that person. After returning to Madrid, he was immediately found out by the police because of loan sharking. A victim of commercial fraud, who turned out to be a drug dealer after further investigation - no wonder the recent investigation into this matter.

The person who had already worked hard to hide himself suddenly fell into a predicament and began to hide everywhere. Just when he was most desperate, Deportivo came to Madrid to play. He didn't even need to ask anyone out, just Seeing Juan rushing to Valdebebas alone, he knew his chance had come.

"Desperate and insane, but the target of the crime is clear. I don't know why you chose Mr. Dias as the target of the victim." The police officer said seriously in the ward, "He confessed to his actions, even It is clear when I bought the knife and when I followed it up."

"I wasn't mentally prepared to meet him at all, let alone think that he would carry a knife." Juan sighed softly, "If it wasn't for you last night, I might have been dragged away."

"If it wasn't for me last night, you would have been able to get rid of him quickly, instead of being attracted by me and hurting your arm..." When he said this, Casillas seemed to have some regrets, he bowed his head Looking at Juan's arm, he sighed.

"sorry."

Juan now hangs his arm around his neck by the gauze, looking a little pitiful, but in fact there is no pain, Juan looked down at his arm and smiled: "It's okay, I still have the ability of autonomy .”

"What a fart, aren't you left-handed?" Casillas glared at him angrily. How can this man get better after hurting his left hand? !

"It's not that you can't use your right hand." Juan replied with a very innocent expression, "I said, is it really okay if you don't go to the club for training today?"

"We are also on vacation today." Casillas was super helpless. If it weren't for the fact that both Deportivo and Real Madrid were on vacation, how could they have an appointment to play together at night?

"I see," Juan nodded understandingly, "Then you want to drive me all the way back to A Coruña?"

"..." After thinking about the kilometers between the two places, Casillas said wisely, "I'm going to buy a plane ticket."

Juan also didn't expect that Casillas actually took the joke he said casually. The two of them got off the plane together. Juan turned his head to look at the persistent Spaniard, and raised his eyebrows: "Actually, it's really unnecessary. , I sent a text message to the boss before I came back..."

"Boss?" Before Casillas realized who it was, he saw the black-faced Redondo with a cold aura, and Moses separated the crowd like a sea of ​​red and stood in front of them.

The Argentine squinted his eyes, glanced at the two of them casually, and left without turning his head. The whole airport was watching him, and of course Juan and Cassie, the two of them They looked at each other, then gritted their teeth amidst the discussion and followed.

When they were in the car, both of them kept the most basic silence, and the atmosphere in the whole car was as cold as ice. Juan and Casillas signaled to each other to speak first, but the result was later The seats signaled to each other that they were about to fight, and Redondo sighed when he saw the movements of the two people who were too big for him in the rearview mirror.

Hearing Lei Dongdo's voice, the two children immediately returned to their low-browed and pleasing appearances. Lei Dongdo didn't know what expression to use to face them.

"Boss, this is all an accident." Juan said sincerely. He finally figured it out. If he doesn't explain clearly at this time, he will definitely have no good fruit in the future. "I have a hurdle every year. In the past It's fine..."

Seeing that Juan even said the words "There must be a hurdle every year" in order to reassure him, Redondo was a little bit dumbfounded.

"You have a big hurdle every year." Hearing Redondo's tone seemed to be no longer angry, Juan and Cassie were relieved.

The three had dinner together and chatted for a while. The rare day of vacation passed. When Juan sent people to the plane, the sky was completely dark, and people gradually gathered on the streets of La Coruña. They were laughing and celebrating the team's victory, while also worryingly discussing the contents of this morning's newspaper.

Their young coach was assassinated?Is the injury serious?

I heard that he was sent to the hospital on the spot?

It's okay to get in the way, so what should we do in the next game?

Hearing the surrounding discussions, Juan subconsciously lowered the brim of his hat. Redondo glanced at him and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

He said that the kid had to wear a peaked cap all the time when he went for a walk after dinner, and even came to the bar with it loose, so it was to hear what the fans had to say.

Listening to the fans talking about the game two days later, Redondo subconsciously wanted to say something, but Juan still stopped him.

"Boss, it's too eye-catching to stand up and speak now, let's withdraw." Juan said very sincerely, and Redondo thought it made sense. When the two left, they didn't know what was happening in the bar behind them. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then raised their glasses one after another.

"We didn't say anything wrong this time, did we?"

"The little coach has brought the boss here, is he trying to see if anyone of us says something wrong and beat him up?"

"I feel like..."

Of course, Juan and Redondo didn't know anything about it. They were very moved by the support of the fans, and they were even more motivated during the training the next day——

This is true even if everyone in the audience is subconsciously looking at Juan's arm.

"Don't look, I'm really fine!" Juan waved his arms casually, looking frightening, "Everyone, come on and train, the King's Cup game must be steady, we are against the Spaniard, this is the king It’s the first time we meet a La Liga team in the cup, so let’s practice tactics first!”

In the fourth round of the Copa del Rey, Deportivo played away against Espanyol. This game attracted an unprecedented number of people to watch, especially as the first few rounds of the Copa del Rey, this may have created the highest attention for both sides so far. number of people.

Without him, Juan Dias actually appeared on the sidelines with his arms hanging.

But even with his arms hanging, this man is still in a suit and leather shoes, and he has taken care of himself in a docile manner, and in order to show his importance to the Spaniard, he stood straight on the side of the court after shaking hands today. Looking at him standing still, the camera scanned him more diligently.

"Juan Diaz appeared on the edge of the court with his injured arm! But besides his arm, we can also see that there is a gauze on his neck. It seems that there is also an injury?"

"Dias really deserves to be young and promising. Even if he suffered a life-and-death struggle with drug dealers two days ago, he can still stand on the sidelines of the court and direct the overall situation like a normal person..."

For Juan's posture, all Deportivo players are quite used to it. After all, their coach rarely has the opportunity to sit on the sidelines. Most of them stand there to show their importance to the game. , They caught a glimpse of the people standing quietly on the sidelines, and they would immediately realize that their coach was watching every move on the court, and any lazy mistakes could not be hidden.

At the beginning of the game, the players of the two teams did not immediately start to attack. For this rival of Barcelona in the same city, Deportivo showed enough patience. Casual, but it is clear that the Spaniard's defense has not been fooled, and they are still vigilant. Whenever the ball is slightly closer, they would rather send the ball out of the boundary.

Juan frowned slightly at the Spaniard's defensive style.

What does this mean, why do the Spaniards play so conservatively, are they pursuing a draw?

Indeed, in terms of strikers, the Spaniard is not as comprehensive as Deportivo-Deportivo currently has two strikers, a forward line composed of frontcourt personnel, and a rear striker line composed of two wing backs, If you are facing such an offensive team, and your own team is also mainly defensive...

If Juan is the coach of the Spaniard, he also chooses to end in a draw.

A chance of a boundary kick, Juan took the opportunity to shout at the players in Deportivo's half. When everyone looked over, Juan raised his uninjured right hand and tapped the Spaniard's goal. Then he waved his hand and tapped the middle circle with two fingers.

The Deportivo players all showed a clear expression on their faces for a moment, but the Spaniard's gaze from the coach's bench was very strange.

What does this person draw?

Juan ignored them, he was just waiting for his tactics to play out. After the opening, Deportivo controlled the ball at his feet, but their pass was obviously already in the process of high pressure. Their two forwards Ambushed on the edge of the penalty area, Valeron and Gago retreated. After a central cooperation with David Silva, the two advanced towards the top of the Spaniard's penalty area.

"Oh?! Deportivo has changed, and the two midfielders rushed to the front of the field. What is Deportivo trying to do?!"

Deportivo didn't want to do anything, but the Spaniard's defenders saw the two people who caused them a lot of trouble in the first half, and subconsciously followed them, almost like a shadow.

The Spaniard's head coach jumped out of the coach's seat: "Not good!"

Now it's too late for him to say no. In the middle of the Spaniard's penalty area, there was only one person left. Belleron and Gago drove away the defense of the two defenders!

The ball, at the feet of David Silva!

When the Spaniard's midfielder was hesitating whether to retreat or step forward to block his progress, David Silva directly helped him make a choice. The Spaniard dribbled the ball inside and directly approached the edge of the penalty area. He raised his foot to shoot from a long distance, but he actually made a cross pass.

And at the end of the ball, there is a person who has been ambushing for a long time-Ricardo Quaresma!

Now the Portuguese winger only needs to take two steps forward with the ball, and the Spaniard's midfielder almost immediately turned his head and gritted his teeth to chase. However, when he turned his head to chase, Quaresma made a very light pass. , The football almost leaped over his head.

He stopped abruptly and turned around, his ankles made an overwhelmed sound, but before he could do anything, he saw a gradually blue figure passing by quickly.

—Juan Belleron!

After drawing away the two defenders, the captain of Deportivo has been in ambush here for a long time. Seeing a pass from Quaresma, he stepped forward and succeeded in turning offside. Now there is only the Spaniard's goalkeeper alone in front of him. !

Facing the falling football, Belleron didn't make any adjustments, and shot directly!

The football fell into the goal against the wind, and the Spaniard's goalkeeper misjudged the landing point of the football!

"Wonderful!! Deportivo can bring us new surprises every game. In the last game, their defenders went forward. In this game, the two midfielders can live to the side to cooperate with the attack, even if it was against Barcelona before. At times, Deportivo's defenders would participate in the wing attack, but most of them did not directly involve and support the whole process like this game, and even participated in the goal!"

"Deportivo's precise coordination is refreshing. They seem to have endless changes. The same lineup, the same tactical configuration of personnel, how can he come up with so many twists and turns?"

The two commentators of Sky Sports are about to become fans of Juan, especially Dean. He simply admires these tactics.

However, in this game, Deportivo seems to know what it means to close when they are good. After such a goal in the first half, they quietly hibernate. Their attack is very sharp, and their defense is also excellent, and they will use their numbers locally. advantage to resolve the Spaniard's position, and in the midfield, the Spaniard's several breakthroughs were cut off very simply.

"Deportivo..." Dean sighed, "Why do I think this team will be busy during the winter break?"

Frank said "ah": "Yes... Although the league has just started, Deportivo will definitely be very busy during the winter break. There must be many people who want to buy some useful players back."

He hinted a little at this sentence, but he didn't say anything specific. After all, there is still some time before the winter break. Who knows if there will be any mistakes in Deportivo in the middle?

The author has something to say: [Today's small science popularization]

#Non-EU Quota#

If you stay in Spain for more than two years, you are eligible to obtain your own nationality. If you have dual nationality, it is not considered a non-European quota. For example, Redondo, Riquelme, Aimar, Messi...all have Spanish and Argentine dual citizenship.

for example!Pepe and Deco are dual citizens of Brazil and Portugal!

#图穷刀见#

It comes from Jing Ke's assassination of the King of Qin. Everyone knows the specific storyline. When the map is unfolded, a dagger is drawn at the end... Now it is a metaphor that the truth or original intention is revealed in the end.√