football's most handsome

There is really a thing in the world, which is what you are afraid of.

When fans with unkind expressions began to gather around, Juan secretly said bitterly in his heart. After all, no matter what, there was no one around him who could help him.

What can I do now?Although he is quite confident in his own skills, but if he is to face the people surrounded from all directions at once, is that a bit too forceful?

And besides, can the head coach fight with the opponent's fans?

Anyway, the player is not good, the head coach really doesn't know, and to be honest, if there is a fight, who knows how many days he will stay in the hospital?

——I really want to know how these people found him, he was clearly wearing sunglasses!

The person hiding not far away to observe the situation couldn't help poking his accomplice beside him: "Hey, let's go and take him away quickly, otherwise we don't know what trouble will happen."

"What's the trouble?" The people around him didn't think so, but stretched their heads and looked at Juan's direction eagerly, rather gloating, "Hey, do you think he will be given by your Gunners fans? Torn to shreds?"

"We don't have so many football hooligans..." The person who answered was not very confident, "But our gun fans and herds combined don't have as many as your Red Army!"

"Bah, bah, don't call our football hooligans the Red Army, they sound like Liverpool." He cursed in a low voice, and then stuck out his head: "Hey, someone is talking, look!"

It is true that someone came to talk to her, probably a bolder adolescent girl who boldly took two steps forward: "Excuse me..."

Juan looked over subconsciously, but fortunately, it was covered by sunglasses, and the people opposite him couldn't see the expression on his face clearly in the night.

Standing casually on the street, a blond young man in formal attire, with half-length hair loosely unruly, with a sense of indifference, just a rough outline makes people unable to look away.

——Of course, for the fans, this is not the point.

The little girl opened her mouth: "Excuse me, are you Juan Dias?"

Juan didn't answer, but subconsciously raised his eyes and looked around him.

I don't know when he has been surrounded, and obviously, most of the people out of ten (.) Nine have already identified who he is, and everyone seems to have no idea what they want to do. He was silent for a while , nodded slightly, with a hoarse and soft voice: "Yes."

The people around suddenly started to stir slightly, but soon quieted down. Juan didn't say anything, but still quietly looked at the little girl in front of him.

"You..." She took a deep breath.

"Juan!" A person called him from a distance, and everyone's eyes turned away. Juan was taken aback, then nodded at the little girl in front of him, and started to leave.

"Dias!" The little girl called out from behind, "My sister likes you very much!"

Juan turned around and said flatly, "But you hate me."

The little girl froze for a moment, then nodded with great difficulty.

To be honest, it is quite difficult to say that you hate a handsome guy in person.

Juan couldn't help smiling, took off his sunglasses and raised his eyebrows: "So?"

The little girl didn't say a word, Juan just put on his glasses, walked straight through the group of Gunners fans looking at him, and then stood in front of the grass and raised his eyebrows uncomfortably: "Pique, Cesc Fabregas, you guys Come out for me both."

The two came out chatteringly and touched their noses.

The person who called him just now was Cesc Fabregas. He couldn't bear it anymore, for fear that Juan would conflict with the fans outside.

To be honest, Pique is not very worried. After all, this kid belongs to Manchester United and has nothing to do with him, but once there is a fight, Arsenal will definitely be punished heavily!

Beating up the opponent's head coach because of a loss, doesn't it sound very frustrating?

"Why are you hiding here?"

To be honest, if Fabregas hadn't called him out, he really didn't realize that these two people had been hiding here for a while!

The two laughed out loud, they couldn't say that they were here to watch the fun, could they?

Moreover, it was Juan who Fabregas first asked. If he really knew the reason, what should he do if he turned around and left now, and went back to embarrass Lionel?

Juan also knows that these two people must be looking for him because of Messi. When he came to see Manchester United last time, he wanted to talk to Pique about Messi, but he didn't have time, so this time Deportivo played away. At Arsenal, the people who couldn't hold back finally started making appointments directly.

Juan naturally knew what the two were going to do, so he didn't make things difficult for them, and the three went straight to a restaurant and sat down for dinner.

Spaniards have one of the most bizarre biological clocks in the world. They stay up late, dinner is at ten o’clock, and bed time is early at two or three o’clock, and they go to bed even later when the sun is shining. It’s completely normal to get up at nine o’clock every day. Lunch is from 02:30 to [-]:[-] in the afternoon. This routine of life seems to be out of touch with the whole world.

Pique and Cesc Fabregas are decent Spaniards, and Juan is of Spanish mixed race, so the three of them didn't feel that there was anything wrong with eating at this time, but the waiter in the restaurant looked at them several times with a strange expression on their faces. Eye.

This is East London. Even if you don't know the blond Pique, Arsenal's hopeful Cesc Fabregas is still familiar, especially the person sitting with them-the culprit of Arsenal's loss tonight, Hu Ann Dias makes people feel that this combination is weird.

...Could it be that Deportivo have taken a fancy to Cesc Fabregas, so their head coach is coming to talk to him? !

The reporters outside have already been thinking about whether the headlines tomorrow morning will be Arsenal's loss, or whether it is better for Juan to meet Arsenal's hopeful star at night!

Compared with the brainstorming in the minds of the media reporters outside, it was peaceful inside, and the three of them talked and talked in harmony.

"It turns out that Lionel lived that kind of life there..." Fabregas was a little lost, and then he laughed and shook his head: "At the beginning, we were still thinking about what we would do if we left La Masia. As a result, all three of them are gone now."

"But Leo, didn't he always like Aimar? Now he can play football with Aimar. It's his wish." Pique comforted him, but soon he seemed to remember something, squinted He raised his eyes and looked at Juan: "But it seems that Leo has never played with Aimar...?"

"Yes." Juan nodded calmly, "I told him that if my goal is achieved, he can compete with Aimar."

"What target?" Fabregas asked hopelessly.

"West Division Champion."

"..."

The two opened their mouths, then looked at each other, and suddenly felt that their transfer was pretty good.

At least they have played in the Premier League, but Messi is still struggling in the Second Division, no matter how I think about it, I feel a little sad!

"He is not suitable for playing in the second division, why don't you take him to play in the second division?" Pique asked directly, already quite rude, Juan glanced at him.

"No place."

The two were dumbfounded.

With Deportivo's current striker configuration, it is really not sorry to say "no position" to the 17-year-old Lionel Messi.

Fernando Morientes, Ricardo Quaresma, Javier Portillo, there are young and talented, and there are super-substitutes Diego Forlan and Postiga, no matter how bad they are And Romario, the old monster town, the 16-year-old Messi is really a bit early.

Of course, Cesc Fabregas doesn't think so.

He is also 16 years old, but in Arsenal, under the hands of Wenger, he feels that he is being reused, and he still has Bergkamp, ​​Henry and others in the team.

... Well, although he is a midfielder, he shouldn't be compared with those forwards.

Therefore, the Spanish teenager was straightforward: "If you can't treat him well, don't let him fall into your hands. With his talent, many teams want him. I don't see you in La Coruña."

"Even if you say that," Juan raised his eyebrows and smiled, not intending to be angry, "I will not sell Messi, and at the same time, I will not change my approach."

"What's the reason?" Cesc Fabregas held down Pique, who was about to stand up and hit someone, and looked seriously into his eyes. "What's the reason?"

"I don't know why you guys think being famous so early is a good thing." Juan looked up at the two of them.

"The bones are developing and the body is still growing. I may have to endure the pain of bone growth every day while training, and finally I have to participate in adult-level competitions? To be honest, I am not that cruel, and I don't want to be so fast. Destroy Lionel Messi."

"Our age difference is not big, so I may not be convincing when I say this, but I really hope that he can go on in a more stable manner."

In the previous interviews, Juan has already stated his position. No matter what kind of talented players he is, he will tell the players straightforwardly-he may not be able to play, he may not be popular, and he may not be able to play.

"I don't care about other people, Lionel Messi... I hope he can accumulate a lot of money, and stabilize all his foundations before he grows crazy. This is my greatest expectation for him."