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When the two sat down face to face, Juan didn't know how to speak.

Redondo wanted a reason, and Juan could give 10 of them by opening his mouth, but after thinking about it carefully, he could understand—although he could give many reasons, none of these reasons were related to Redondo himself. of.

Its own business ability?

Redondo didn't care about that at all.

money?

Redondo himself didn't care.

The Champions League, which he cares most about, already exists.

The World Cup, which I care about the most, has already been rejected.

What else should he care about?

For a moment, he couldn't say anything.

Lei Dongduo waited for him to give some reason, but the person in front of him didn't say a word for a long time, which made him a little helpless.

"You promised to give me a reason?"

Juan was silent for a while and said with a wry smile: "Although I can give many reasons, I don't think you will accept any of them."

"How do you know I won't accept it if you don't tell me?" Redondo raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I really want to know now, what method do you want to use to keep me?"

Juan hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "Boss...do you want the World Cup?"

The smile on Redondo's face disappeared, and he was silent for a while.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

The World Cup can be said to be the biggest pain in Redondo's heart, and it is also the past that he least wants to mention. However, he has never regretted quitting the national team. It was his own personal choice.

But I have to say that among the personal team competition honors, Redondo only lacks one World Cup for the national team.

But now he is not the age when he was still young.

It is just right for him to retire at this age, and if he retires at this time, it will not be affected by the World Cup, so it can be regarded as a good start and a good end.

Moreover, he can also inherit the family business of his family, and there is a factory in their family, so he can live without worry for the rest of his life——

Speaking of it, at the age of 35, he is already considered a veteran in football, but in real life, men of this age are in their prime.

However, if retired football players do not consider their own future and learn something else at this time, they basically have no other way out, except to hang out in the football circle until they die.

Redondo is not that kind of player, so he has already thought about what he will do in the future, and he has made plans for his retirement——

But to be honest, which player is willing to leave the pitch?

So when Juan subconsciously wanted to dissuade him, he waited leisurely for Juan to say one, two, three, four.

He also wanted a reason not to leave, and he wanted Juan to give him a reason to stay.

But what he didn't expect was that after Juan hesitated for a while, he came up with such a ruthless move, which made him a little bit overwhelmed.

Of course he knew what Juan was talking about.

06 World Cup.

But now the head coach of Argentina has not even recruited Riquelme in his prime. The current Argentine Football Association is no different from an idiot. will also be rejected outright.

Back to the Argentine national team?

Why?

He didn't want to endure such stupid tactics at all, no matter who came, it was the same.Florentino couldn't make him stand it, and apparently neither could the current Argentine coach.

He never bowed his head to anyone.

Juan took a light breath, and looked at Leidondo seriously, his blue and transparent eyes were full of seriousness.

"I really think so, 06 will be your last World Cup..."

"You are wrong Juan." Redondo interrupted him, his voice was very calm and clear. "My last World Cup was in 92."

Juan smiled wryly.

"Boss, do you really not want to go back?"

"It's not a question of whether I want to go back now." Redondo felt that he had a headache, and he rubbed his temples, "Don't change the subject, isn't our main discussion now giving me a reason not to retire? ?”

"That's the reason we're discussing now, sir." Juan thought deeply, and the head coach of La Coruña has always turned his mind very quickly, especially in such an urgent time, so he quickly said: "In From my point of view, you really don’t lack anything now, and you also said before that you are independent enough, as long as you have reached your inner level, isn’t it?”

Redondo nodded calmly, he had indeed said such things before, but so what?

Juan took a deep breath and continued: "Since this is the case, don't you have a level in your heart about the Argentine team? Don't you want to change the current situation in Argentina?"

"The current situation in Argentina?" Redondo sneered, "Do you think there is still a way to save Argentina now?"

Juan felt bad subconsciously, did he poke some point of Redondo's anger?

As a result, the Argentine really couldn't bear it at all at the moment, and the person who had never been easily angered rarely tightened his face this time.

"Those so-called 'celebrities' started pointing fingers as soon as they lost. No matter who they were, they could say a few words. When Maradona was around, he could talk to those people and push them all down, but what about now? There is no one in the Argentine national team who can speak out, whether it is Sorin or Aimar, although Sorin is the captain, he is like a marionette and is at the mercy of others."

"The interior of the Argentine Football Association is even more filthy. Although this is a characteristic of every football association in the world, I can't bear the dirty faces of those people. Since they will always exist there, there is no need for me to go back. Isn't it?"

Juan was silent for a while, and actually felt that what he said was a little bit right, but if he was persuaded at this time, he would lose!

"But it is precisely because everyone is afraid to speak up, so we need someone who dares to speak up." Juan was a little anxious, his voice was hurried, and he even wanted to breathe.

"...No matter how you say it, I just hope you don't retire."

"Deportivo needs you, everybody needs you..."

"I, too, need you very much."

"Along the way, there is someone by my side who guides me, accompanies me, and teaches me everything. When I was a player, that person was you; when I was not a coach, that person was Fu Sir, after becoming a coach, you are always by my side..."

Juan's voice was a little low, and he was trying hard not to let his voice tremble.

It may be because of the emotion, or it may be because he has just returned from Cristiano's father's funeral, and his emotions have not adjusted well. In short, at this time, he feels that his eyes are a little itchy.

He himself felt that what he said was a little weak. Redondo usually doesn't like weak people the most, and he doesn't like them either, so even at this time, he turned around directly and pretended that he didn't care about anything. It doesn't look like it is very calm.

"Sorry, I lost my temper."

After saying this, Juan tried his best to hold back the voice that had reached his throat. He didn't know that his shoulders were trembling, and he didn't know that Redondo was already watching him from behind him. He changed his expression and sighed silently, although he was helpless, he was also spoiled.

"I see."

Juan was taken aback, and immediately turned his head, his red eyes were immediately caught by Redondo, the Argentine boss frowned: "How grown up, why are you still crying like a child?"

Juan was taken aback, touched the corner of his eyes, and said very seriously: "No, it's just that the wind squinted his eyes."

wind?

But how could there be wind in this confined space like Juan?

Redondo didn't expose him either, but just nodded, with a gentle expression on his face, until Juan just realized it, stopped wiping his eyes and looked at him suddenly: "What did you just say?"

Lei Dongdo was even more helpless, but for the sake of the kid's peace of mind, he patiently said it again: "I said, I understand."

Know what?

Juan was suddenly a little surprised, because he found that even he had a day when his brain was not enough.

"I know what you think." Redondo nodded, and then raised his eyebrows: "At most one more season, no more... You have to learn to grow by yourself. Deportivo is now under your leadership. It’s not bad, believe in yourself.”

"Really?" Juan touched his face, a little embarrassed. In fact, he always felt that Deportivo could get to this point in less than a season, not because of himself. It's the support of the nobles along the way, from Sir Alex to Romario to Redondo in front of him, which one is not a well-known figure?

"Really, you are already a very good coach now." Redondo had some headaches again. He knew from before that Juan didn't care about his affairs at all, so the emotional aspect seemed to be particularly important. dull look. "Without me, there is Romario, right? He will work hard with Deportivo."

Hu Jing was silent for a while: "He is leaving too."

"Romario is very precise in running positions..." Redondo stopped and raised his eyebrows. "……when are we leaving?"

"At the end of this season, he hopes to return to Brazil for retirement." Juan lowered his head. He also felt a little helpless, but everyone has his own ambitions. If Romario is willing, Deportivo will not stop him.

"That's it." Lei Dongduo nodded, not knowing whether to be happy or angry.

Juan was silent for a while and felt that something was wrong. After answering, Redondo didn't make a sound. What's the situation?

He secretly looked up at the person, Redondo seemed to be thinking about something, Juan took a deep breath, and wanted to persuade him to stay directly: "Speaking of it, boss, are you not transferring to leave, but retiring? ? Romario is three years older than you, he can continue to play football, don't you think about it?"

Redondo felt his brain hurt, so he stopped Juan from continuing: "Okay, stop talking."

Juan immediately shut up obediently and didn't say anything. Redondo was silent for a while, then raised his eyebrows and looked at Juan who was standing beside him very respectfully.

"You seem to really want me to stay." Even Romario moved out to provoke him, and although Romario is going to leave, he is going to another league to make money, and he will go out by himself Brazilian League.

"Of course." Juan looked back with a smile, "You have to know that it would be fine if you retired directly, but if you want to go back to play football in Argentina, you should really think about it? After all, you are also very fond of the Argentine Football Association. You know, you all know what they are, don't you?"

Redondo was silent for a long time this time, until Juan felt that his heart was about to sink before he spoke again.

"The Argentine Football Association is indeed not a good thing...but," the Argentine boss looked up at him with lightning-like eyes.

"That doesn't mean you're such a good bird."

Juan returned him with a reserved and proud smile: "You are awsome, I still have a lot to learn."

Redondo waved his hand helplessly: "Okay, I see... It's agreed, just one season."

The 05-06 season was his last season. If the Argentine national team didn't change his mind afterwards, it might be the last time he touched football.

The curtain call of the football master is always sad, and Juan doesn't know what to do to relieve his worries at this time.

The death of Cristiano's father had already made his heart heavy. Because of Redondo's incident, he was frightened for a long time. Suddenly, Juan felt that his head, which had not been in pain for a long time, began to throb.

There were so many things that he couldn't even imagine, and so many things happened during the season... When the summer transfer period starts, he doesn't know how many troubles will arise.

But it doesn't matter, Juan is now a soldier to cover the water and soil, and almost everything that can be done will be done well.

What he is most worried about now is not the internal affairs of Deportivo. They are still very stable now. What a mess.

And stabilized Redondo, at least in this season and next season, Deportivo should not worry about the stability of their midfield.

In fact, I am ashamed to say that Deportivo's midfield is so strong, and they have such a solid and stable defense, basically they all have a lot to do with Redondo.

Juan didn't know what Redondo was thinking, but he knew that if he wasn't with Redondo at this time, he might have died.

... But at least, there is no need to worry for a short time.

Now he is more worried about Manchester United and Cristiano.

Although they had already met at the funeral, because of the relatively short time, Juan couldn't see anything at all.

Especially at the end of the funeral, these Manchester United players were so drunk that they vomited, and Sir Alex's face turned black...

When contacting Scholes later, Juan realized that although they had nothing to do that day, their boss didn't seem to be paying attention to their situation, so he let them take advantage of it and quickly drank too much .

But this is really embarrassing for Sir Alex Ferguson and Manchester United...

So under Ferguson's dark face, everyone was taken back to the hotel, and when they woke up, they were greeted with corporal punishment by almost the entire team for training.

"My lord even told me that we must remember to look like dogs when we are outside in the future, otherwise we won't make a good impression on others. Another thing is..."

When he said that people look like dogs, Juan was a little helpless, but his tone was [-]% imitated, after all, he is still a lord.

The person on the phone laughed. It was obvious that the person on the other side didn’t have a very high level of laughter, so he was already overjoyed at the moment. Juan was a little helpless: “Igor, do you still want to listen?”

"Yes, yes, you continue to talk, I will continue to laugh for a while..." Casillas really couldn't help it, what is it like to be a dog?Does anyone describe their disciples like this?

His Excellency is also very big-hearted...

"Don't laugh." Juan said helplessly, "One more thing is, no matter what the situation is, the control and restraint on the players cannot be relaxed, otherwise it is very likely that it will be a mess later."

Casillas seemed to have finally had enough of laughing, panting and laughing on the phone: "Yeah, fortunately, it seems that you have not relaxed the control over the players."

"How dare I relax?" Juan said with a helpless smile, "Now the bosses in Deportivo want to leave the team, one retires and the other transfers. It's quite disturbing."

"I understand how you feel." Casillas almost nodded vigorously when he said this, "I also think it's a good thing to have an experienced elder by your side..."

For example, Makelele, the French black is the person Casillas trusts the most. When he was there, Real Madrid's defense line never suffered any grievances.

Although it was once, um.

Now he is a Chelsea player.

"And they actually chose to leave at the same time. Did these two people discuss it directly before they came to talk?" Juan smiled wryly, very troubled.

"Okay? It should be..." Casillas was very uncertain on the phone, but he knew that Juan had his own thoughts at this time, so he didn't talk too much, "The only thing I'm curious about now is only one thing It's over... Did you really say that to Redondo... If it's true, won't the boss be angry?"

"No, the boss is very tolerant to everyone he knows well." Juan smiled. After all, he was also suffering from various headaches because of the boss's affairs at this moment, but it is a little better now.

"Then you were at the funeral of Ronaldo's father..."

Hehe, starting to check posts?

Juan raised his eyebrows, feeling very interesting: "What's wrong?"

Casillas plucked up his courage: "Aren't you very, very sad at that time?"

"..." He was silent for a while, "If you're talking about the funeral, yes."

It is indeed a very uncomfortable thing. This is not an ordinary event, but the sudden and long death of a close relative. Heartbreak is very common at this time.

However, it has been more than ten years since Juan's parting. Even if he thinks about it again, no matter how uncomfortable it is, it is already in the past tense, so he knows that he will be strong and revive after a while after his heart is broken.

People are creatures looking forward, he doesn't know what other people think of him, anyway, Juan will never wait for someone who has been immersed in the past.

That kind of person looks back three times at every step, and is obviously reluctant to part with him. Juan doesn't think there is anything wrong at this time, but if he has been relying on the past, then there is no need for this person to wait.

Juan knew that he was not a very heartless and ungrateful person, but this did not mean that he was not straightforward and would not make a decisive decision.

So no matter how sad he is, he still won't choose to look back.

Because only those who move forward will have a future.

Casillas was silent for a long time. He also wanted to know how this person would feel and what choices this person would make, but he also knew that he could not experience such a feeling.

This kind of heartache, this kind of helplessness and this kind of loneliness, as a person with a living family, he can't understand.

But after struggling with his thoughts for a while, Casillas mustered up his courage and said, "Juan, don't be sad."

"Huh?" Juan was taken aback, "I'm not sad..."

"Don't lie to me." Casillas said anxiously: "If you are really sad... at least there is me, isn't it?"

"Sister Eugenia is your family, and Aunt Eugenia is also your family..."

"If possible, I hope that in the future, I will also be your family member and be with you, okay?"

There was no sound from the other end of the phone for a long time, and Casillas felt even more uneasy in his heart. He held his breath and waited for a while, then called out hesitantly: "...Juan?"

Is he being abrupt?

Would this scare Juan?Will he be rejected outright?

Casillas is a standard bullfighter, he knows exactly what he needs, what he wants, what he must fight for, and he will never give up, so at this time, no matter what Juan says, he will Will make persistent efforts.

...It's just that this time I might be a little discouraged.

When he was still thinking wildly, after a long time, a low sentence came from over there.

"it is good."