football's most handsome

Juan, who put his entire family into the club at a young age, is currently thinking about a very serious matter.

—Whether he should say something about Gisele Bundchen after the game.

Originally, this was not something he should have thought of at this time. Four or 10 minutes before the start of the game, Deportivo's bus was heading to Stamford Bridge. There was a crowd of people around the bus, and everyone was singing Deportivo. Asia's team song, and rushed to the bus waving scarves or flags in their hands.

In such a lively atmosphere, generally speaking, isn't it all about the game at this time?

But Juan was thinking about some other things, from the game at the beginning, to the economic construction and development of the team, to the injured Cristiano... and then Gisele Bundchen.

He could think that Gisele Bundchen just noticed the huge billboard flashing by the side of the road. The woman on it was shockingly beautiful, radiating wild vitality and flamboyant light. It didn't seem at all that she was already in an emotional vortex She was a silly girl who had struggled for a long time and was played back and forth by a man.

He sincerely wanted to do something for Gisele Bundchen, but no matter how he thought about it, he seemed to have no position to help, and when he thought about it, he felt a little sad and regretful.

No matter what, he still hopes to have such a friend, and really hopes that he is not self-indulgent.

When he thought of this, he sighed softly, but was noticed by Allen on the side, and turned his head quickly: "Juan, what's wrong?"

Juan smiled: "It's okay, I'm just thinking about today's game."

"Then what do you think about our game today?" Allen looked at him eagerly, and Juan might say something that he could learn from. It is also the biggest gain they can get.

Compared with salary, these learned experiences are their greatest wealth.

Juan was silent for a while, coughing twice.

"I think we're going to win today's game."

"..." Allen looked at him with very complicated eyes, "Then how do you think we won?"

"I think we were probably attacked by someone's defensive counterattack first, and then the midfielder was restrained. However, our midfielder is still stronger than the opponent's midfielder, so we will win."

"…………"

"I guess our score is 2:4." Juan's expression was very serious.

Allen suddenly felt a little speechless, he sat up straight, and then began to think about something seriously.

Did he, did he follow the wrong person?

Juan didn't know that his assistant coaches had already begun to doubt his career. After withdrawing his thoughts, he looked back at what was going on with his players, but when he turned around, he was stunned.

Most of the people have serious faces, and they don't know what they are thinking about, especially those few people who usually like waves and waved to the window, they also have a deep look at this moment, Not knowing what he was thinking, Juan felt something was wrong when he looked at their expressions.

What is this scenario?

Juan lightly clicked on what happened to Alan Wenshi, and Alan glanced back, "Ah", "Don't you know? Recently, everyone is thinking about how to make money for the club. Apart from donating salary Any way other than..."

Juan froze for a moment, and smiled wryly: "What donated wages... I don't need any money from them."

"I also know that you don't need it, but it's good for them to have such a heart." Allen comforted him, "Besides, they really want to do something for the club."

"Is this something you should think about before the game?" Juan was a little helpless. He glanced at the whole car, stood up directly, and walked to the front of the bus to face everyone.

Everyone turned their attention to him. Juan seldom speaks in the back and forth car, especially in the time before the game, he is almost silent all the time, or occasionally talks to the people around him , if his air pressure is not so conspicuous, they may all forget that he is in the car.

"I don't know what you are thinking now... But the first job of a player is to play football. We are professional players, and we must be worthy of the jerseys on our bodies and all the spectators who came to watch the game."

He coughed twice, looked around and said seriously: "No matter what, the only thing you need to do is to play football. Play football seriously, concentrate and happily. This is the greatest help to Deportivo."

For a football club, the most important thing is the game and results. No matter how good they are, they must at least maintain their current state and move on.

Especially at this time-the quarter-finals of the Champions League, how can they be distracted and think about it at this juncture?

At this time, they mainly focus on the competition, which is the most serious thing!

"Juan, we just want to help you..." David Luiz opened his mouth, and to be honest, he is also looking forward to being a part of the new stadium, adding bricks and tiles to the new stadium himself, he is looking forward to Seeing that I can do my part too!

Juan sighed softly. He didn't know what to say. After all, no matter what he said, this kid's intentions were good. One thing - he is really good for this club.

"I know." Juan patted his head and smiled: "No matter what, the first priority is the game, and everything other than the game is left to me, no problem."

"Then does your head still hurt?" Lionel Messi said suddenly, and he sat not far away, staring at Juan with scorching eyes, waiting for his answer.

Juan shook his head: "Fortunately, it's just a little bit. Ordinary people will have a headache, let alone me? I'm not a porcelain doll, and this level is acceptable."

Juan didn't want anything to go wrong during the game at all, but it turned out that he still thought too much.

When the car trembled twice suddenly and the carriage shook, Juan almost lost his footing, and he held on to the back of the chair without falling down.

The bus stopped after shaking for a while, and then became silent.

The teams and fans following on both sides obviously also noticed that something was wrong. They subconsciously wanted to approach to help, but they were stopped by the surrounding mounted police.

what happened?

Juan frowned, straightened up and turned his head, and walked to the front amidst everyone's whispers: "Mr. Driver, what's wrong?"

The bus driver in La Coruña was also a little anxious. He stammered and began to drip sweat on his forehead: "First, sir... the car may have broken down."

"Broken down?" The players who listened with their necks at the back exploded. What does it mean that the player's bus broke down?At least they can't make it to the stadium in a short time!

"Do we need to go down and push the cart?" Juan asked with a sigh of relief. He always felt that this was not a good omen, but at this time he must not mess up, especially before the game, he must not mess up on his own.

"Um……"

In the live broadcast room, Frank and Dean were still talking about Deportivo's performance this season, but as they were talking, Frank let out a "Hey": "There is a news report ahead! Deportivo's bus broke down." ..."

"What's the situation?" Dean was taken aback, "Why did the bus break down suddenly?"

"Not sure, it seems that the car suddenly turned off." Frank also felt a little puzzled, "These cars are prepared by Chelsea, right?"

"Of course it is...well, you mean?"

"Ahem, I didn't say anything. After all, although Mourinho can water the stadium more in order to let the team win, it doesn't mean that he will do things on the team bus. of!"

"..." Dean looked at him silently. Although the man said he didn't say anything, he still said almost everything.

excuseme?

Deportivo's bus stopped suddenly, and the fans who accompanied the team felt very strange. What happened?

There was no movement in the car for a long time, and when the mounted police almost felt that something was wrong, the door of the bus opened, and the players got out of the car one by one.

"???" The fans froze for a moment, and then excited cheers erupted around them, but their male bodies didn't look at them at all. Instead, they moved around and slept, and then stood directly behind the car.

? ?

When everyone was still a little confused, Juan also got out of the car. He had already tied his hair up with a headband, looked even colder, with a serious expression on his lips, and then they started pushing the car , especially even though the young and the young were trying to push the cart, the bosses didn't watch from the sidelines, they were all helping, but the cart didn't respond to anything.

Juan was talking to the mounted policeman, frowning and thinking about countermeasures.

Now the shadow of Stamford Bridge can be vaguely seen, and now the time for the game is getting closer.

Juan almost wanted to smile wryly.

Is this his punishment for thinking about it before the game?

Is this a warning to him not taking the game seriously?

If so...

The car broke down right now, if it can be repaired, it's fine, if it can't be repaired, they won't be able to go to the scene in a short time...

unless……

Juan looked at the car. Under everyone's hard work, the car didn't seem to move at all. It was still as heavy as a person who had fainted from drunkenness, and couldn't scream by any means.

Everyone is a little anxious.

The Stamford Bridge is already looming, why would they stop here?

Juan took a deep breath and knocked on the car door. The driver noticed Juan's movement and opened the door. Deportivo's little coach quickly and nimbly got into the car, and then everyone watched as the curtains of the car were pulled up.

?

What is Juan Diaz trying to do?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a few minutes later, the car door opened again, and Juan jumped out from inside——

There was an uproar at the scene, Juan was still the same Juan, but he had changed into a suit, not the straight suit and trousers he saw just now, but a light training suit, the same style as the Deportivo players.

And even the shoes on the feet were replaced with a pair of sneakers!

When did he change his clothes? !

...No, or the question is, why did he prepare these things? !

Both Frank and Dean were stunned, because they clearly remembered that Juan was still wearing a serious work suit before getting into the car, and Frank and Dean even teased him about his outfit, saying that he This whole body may be comparable to his salary for half a year.

But just when the car stopped for a while, why did he change his clothes?Drag queen? !

... When did he change it! ! ?No one took pictures? ! !

After Juan jumped out of the car, he started to walk towards the back of the car. While walking, he took his hair out of his collar and tied it tightly with a headband.

Amidst the gasps of the people around him, Juan looked down at the time on his cell phone.

The car has no intention of moving yet, but there is still half an hour before the official start of the race!

Originally, everyone was still trying to push the cart, and even Allen was struggling to help. After all, it was their own team. If they were disqualified because they couldn't catch up with the game, it would be a real injustice!

But at this moment they heard the most familiar voice shouting, with the same determination as before.

"Everyone in La Coruña!"

Those who were pushing the cart, directing the cart, and communicating with the scene all stopped and looked towards the source of the sound.

The expression on Juan's face was very serious, although several people couldn't help whispering when they first saw him.

After all, they also looked at this person's clothes. Who knew that this person would become a sportswear in the blink of an eye?

Juan didn't care about everyone's gaze at all. He looked around, and then directly called all the security personnel who were sending each other over, and waved his hand.

"Listen up everyone, there are still 30 minutes before the start of the game...Listen clearly, it's not the time to arrive at the stadium, but only 30 minutes to the official start of the game!"

The fans who were still noisy at the scene were quiet, and only the voice of the little Deportivo coach could be heard in the whole street.

"Even if the car is repaired now, we don't have time to go to the scene to warm up..." Juan took a deep breath, "So I announce that we will run to Stamford Bridge in the next time, everyone understands Is it gone?"

run?

The players looked at each other, seeing helplessness and disbelief in each other's eyes. Of course, most of them still couldn't laugh or cry.

They knew that their coach would definitely come up with some shocking and strange ideas!

run? !

Fans murmured, and they even felt a little ecstatic.

This is a rare opportunity to train with the players!

And there is still such a long way, they can run while watching their players train beside them, what kind of enjoyment should this be? !

Many people have dreamed of running and training beside superstars, right?If all of Deportivo really ran to the game, wouldn't they be training with the superstar if they accompanied them?

Isn't that the so-called dream come true? !

Thinking of this, the eyes of most of the fans became hot, staring closely at Juan, wanting to hear his next instructions.

After a short period of confusion and hesitation, all the team members of La Coruña gathered together, and the mounted police immediately adjusted their formation and were ready to go.

For a while, Deportivo's formation looked like the passing of the Olympic torch, especially when Juan stood at the front and pointed in front of him vigorously, and Belleron shouted "Go"——

"Running to the Stamford Bridge competition?" Frank was almost out of breath with laughter, he applauded half admiringly and half amusedly, "Juan Diaz is also really brave, he is not afraid of any excitement on the road Do the fans give them a shot? You know it's not like anywhere else, it's the Premier League, and there are enough hooligans in the UK to drink a jug of them."

"I think football hooliganism is a trivial matter," Dean frowned. "...do they know the way to Stamford Bridge?"

"Oh, you're really thinking too much. Even if they don't know, the mounted police should know, right?" Frank laughed, looking optimistically at the picture on the screen.

On the big screen, the Deportivo team was jogging forward. The person in front was Juan Dias, and Juan Belleron, Fernando Redondo and others followed behind, running. At that time, a few people really seemed a little slow, and they all had some smiles on their faces, as if they didn't think it was a very unlucky thing at all.

"We can see from the big screen that the Deportivo players seem to be in a pretty good mood?" Frank raised his eyebrows.

To be honest, he thought he would see a group of players with sad faces, all of them were handsome guys, and he had even thought about what he would say then-oh, poor Deportivo, now There was some unspeakable sadness on those handsome little faces. Who made them unlucky to break the car at this time?

But now seeing them jogging and jogging over there, as easy as passing the torch, Frank didn't know what to say at this time, and he hurriedly turned his eyes to his partner for help.

Dean sighed secretly, and said: "In my memory, no team has ever had such a relaxed attitude before the start of the game, especially when there is an accident such as a car breaking down. The team has been updated for a long time, and the head coach is furious... But look at Juan Diaz, his Deportivo team really deserves to be a team with a big heart."

Frank finally answered: "Yes! I have never seen a coach who can maintain such a calm attitude at this time, and Deportivo is really... amazing."

Most teams in La Liga know that Acoruña is not good, and Chelsea have also heard about it. Mourinho didn't know about it at the beginning until he participated in the pre-match press conference. Ann's people were a little dissatisfied immediately.

What does Juan Diaz mean, look down on him?

However, before he had time to criticize his fellow Portuguese, someone already spoke up for Juan: "Coach Mourinho, what do you think about Deportivo's car breaking down halfway, causing the players to run over?" ?”

Mourinho really didn't know about this. At the beginning, he came here to read the team's starting list, and then quarreled with Juan to vent his guilt in the Premier League. Huo, when he didn't see this person, he thought he was going to hold his breath here and explode, but he heard such a surprising news.

He raised his eyebrows: "La Coruña's car broke down?"

"Yeah, you can watch the live broadcast, and now Deportivo is running to Stamford Bridge."

"..." Mourinho remained silent for a while, and under the apprehensive eyes of the reporters at the scene, the Portuguese stood up directly.

"??? Mr. Mourinho?"

"Coach Mourinho, where are you going?"

"Wait a minute, coach! If you leave now..."

Mourinho didn't listen to any of them. In fact, he simply turned a deaf ear and walked out. His assistant coach looked at him with some concern behind him.

"Sir, did you forget to read the starting list?"

Mourinho paused, turned his head and glanced at him, and was silent for a while.

"Don't worry, wait for La Coruña to come together."

He said he had to wait and really waited, and the time for the official start of the game was approaching, but Deportivo seemed to be still running on the street.

"The game is about to start in 15 minutes, but La Coruña is still at least a mile away from the stadium." Frank sighed, "And those stupid mounted police really don't know the way, they took La Coruna has come full circle! Otherwise, La Coruna should have arrived by now..."

Dean frowned: "Why do I think it seems to be sincere? You said that these mounted policemen should have led many teams to go this way, but why did they go the wrong way at this time?"

"Oh, don't think too much about it. After all, they usually take the bus with them, but it shouldn't be too convenient for running like this?" Frank waved his hands eagerly.

"Do you really think so?" Dean glanced at him, "Before the team's bus going to the game site, the road needs to be opened in front of it. Generally speaking, if the road has been opened, then no matter what it is, as long as it is the visiting team If you walk from above, whether it is a person or a car, it should be protected!"

The two were silent.

—— Mourinho is a little irritable now.

He has indeed seen the players of Deportivo running towards here, he can also see Juan who is standing at the front leading the team, and he can even hear the surrounding Deportivo passing from the scene The cheers and whistles of the crowd.

Of course, this is not the main reason for his irascibility.

The Portuguese coach immediately called his own chairman Abramovich. When the call was connected, the voice of the person opposite was very light and slow.

"What's the matter, my old friend, shouldn't you be preparing for the game at this time?"

"Don't play dumb, did you do it?" Mourinho asked, there was even a fire in his eyes, the flames of accumulated anger.

Abramovich on the phone chuckled twice, and said, "Don't you think the players from Deportivo are very athletic when they come running?"

"I don't need to use these small tricks to win!" Mourinho took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but the flames were still rolling upwards.

"Abramovich, we have been together for more than half a season, you should also know what I am, I don't even bother to use such a small trick!"

"Oh, really? Who was the one who watered the lawn a lot last time?" Abramovich chuckled on the phone, "Don't worry, my dear old man... just use a little It’s just a small trick, I’ve heard that Deportivo is good at consuming the physical strength of the opponent’s players on the court, in this case, it’s understandable for us to consume the opponent’s physical strength too, right?”

"It's not the same at all!"

"It's no different, my friend, it's all for victory. Don't you advocate victoryism the most?" Abramovich smiled on the phone, but Mourinho listened a little nervous. cold. "There are still 10 minutes before the start of the game. I am looking forward to your performance... goodbye."

The phone was hung up, the Portuguese coach took a deep breath and raised his head.

Above the Stamford Bridge Stadium, there are several VIP seats.

Abramovich was sitting inside, overlooking the entire stadium from a high position, as if he was watching a performance.

Mourinho knows that he is above him, a huge shadow, but he is too weak at present, and he doesn't have much right to speak at all.

——He wants to become stronger, stronger enough to make the chairman of any club change his mind and original intention for him!

Otherwise, there will be more days of letting mermaids live like this in the future!

Juan didn't know what was going on in the stadium at this moment. In fact, no one else knew about it except Mourinho and Abramovich. He was jogging at a constant speed. Stamford Bridge is right in front of my eyes.

At this time, there are still some fans waiting to enter the arena. Although there are not many fans, they are still a force. They noticed the cheers coming from the road in the distance, and they all turned their heads nervously. there.

Now basically most people know that La Coruña came here by running, but there are also some people who have been chatting and didn't pay attention to the news at all, so when they saw it, they ran over slowly on the other side of the road When the only person was actually the entire Deportivo team, I almost went crazy.

Both Chelsea fans and Deportivo fans want to squeeze here. The specific purpose is not clear, and they don't know what they want to do, but everyone knows that if they are approached by irrational fans, they will definitely cause danger.

——My own fans may be okay, but if they are approached by Chelsea fans, in case Deportivo players are injured, then Chelsea will really not be able to clean up even if they jump into the Yellow River.

Juan obviously knew this too. When he saw the opponent's fans approaching here quickly, he immediately raised his hand to signal everyone to stop, and stared at the opponent very vigilantly.

Stamford Bridge Stadium is behind these fans.

There are still 8 minutes before the start of the game.

The mounted police were very nervous. British football hooligans were everywhere in the Premier League, and these people in front of them didn't know whether it was good or bad.

It would be better if it was just ordinary Chelsea fans watching and eating melons, but if it was Chelsea football hooligans, then today's matter would be difficult.

If they are stuck outside the stadium and can't get in, then it's not Deportivo's fault, because it was Chelsea fans who stopped them, it's Chelsea fans looking for trouble, and they will be severely punished at that time. Definitely Chelsea.

——Didn't La Coruna win again?

Juan thought of this, but obviously the Chelsea fans and Deportivo fans in front of him were not very rational. The atmosphere on both sides was tense, and a fight was about to start. Juan frowned and took a step forward.

"Fans outside! I am Juan Diaz, the coach of La Coruña. We came here today for a game, not for a fight. If we are stopped outside at this time, then the bad luck is Your club!"

The Chelsea fans on the opposite side made a noise and looked very angry, but none of them took any action. Obviously, they also thought of this under Juan's reminder.

Of course, it was not without some angry fans shouting that all Deportivo players should be kept outside and not allowed to step into the stadium at Stamford Bridge, but if all of them were left outside, Chelsea Definitely be punished.

But now, if they retreat, they will lose face again, and these Chelsea fans are actually caught in a dilemma.

——Of course, the main reason why they didn't make a fuss was that the number of fans on both sides of Deportivo and Chelsea was too great.

Although there were only about 3000 away tickets for Deportivo this time, at least one-fifth of the 3000 fans followed the players. On the opposite side, Chelsea, although Stamford Bridge There are tens of thousands of home fans sitting in the stadium, but there are only a few hundred people outside.

Such a huge disparity in the number of people is the main reason why Chelsea fans dare not act rashly.

Juan took a deep breath.

"Let's go in and play... we don't necessarily win, and Chelsea don't necessarily lose, but if you keep us out, then Chelsea will definitely lose this game, and you want to directly bury the whole team here This season's Champions League, let us go in and fight for it fairly and justly?"

Hearing what Juan said, the Chelsea fans on the opposite side have obviously loosened up a lot, and several of them have already started discussing how to get out of the way, so Juan strikes while the iron is hot.

"You go your way and we go our way, as if we have never met, okay?"

"Then you have to promise that you won't win today!" A fan in the Chelsea town camp shouted.

——There are only 6 minutes before the start of the game.

"I won't make such a promise." Juan said with a sullen face. "I came to Stamford Bridge to play seriously and give all my rights, instead of being unreasonably demanded by you! You are not only disrespecting Deportivo Deportivo, but also insulting Chelsea and yours. Coach Mourinho and all your Chelsea players!"

He took a deep breath and shouted: "Now, I, Juan Diaz, make my reasonable request - let's play at Stamford Bridge!"

"There are still 3 minutes before the start of the game. If Deportivo doesn't come again, then the game will be awarded to Chelsea directly..." Frank was a little worried. In fact, what he was worried about was not that the game was awarded to Chelsea. Because at least there is a second round.

What he is worried about is that if Deportivo does not come, then the game will be awarded [-]-[-] to Chelsea...

This also means that La Crugna must score at least four goals at home, and must ensure that he must never be scored by Chelsea in order to win the game.

Four goals into the current Chelsea?

Even the current Real Madrid or Barcelona are impossible...

"There is still 1 minute before the start of the game..."

"The players of Deportivo have entered the field!!!"

"What? Where?!!"

"I'm coming!!"

"They're here!!"

In the anticipation of everyone, Deportivo players filed in from the player tunnel, and the last person to step into the field was Juan Dias!