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As for those two people's advances, although it was not expected, it finally achieved a relatively good result, so Juan didn't intend to say anything more, but he would definitely not be able to escape after additional training.

Although the reporters didn't know the specific situation, they subconsciously felt that something was wrong with these two people...

However, before everyone could come up with something, another reporter stood up: "The Copa del Rey, the league championship, now we only have one focus—"

Immediately, no matter what they were thinking in their hearts, all the reporters said in unison: "Champions League!"

Juan nodded, already expected this question: "The Champions League is difficult, but we will try our best."

After winning the Copa del Rey, Deportivo had only one Champions League to do their best, but it has to be said that the process of winning the Copa del Rey was so easy that it was a bit weird, so Juan subconsciously looked to the side vacancy.

Ferrando didn't come.

His teaching assistant didn't come either.

Obviously, they didn't want to see the champion of the King's Cup showing off their power by their side at all, which made Juan feel a little regretful.

He also wanted to communicate with Ferrando.

Withdrawing his gaze, Juan coughed lightly: "This season is not over yet, Deportivo will continue to work hard."

"For this game..." The person who was asking the question suddenly stopped, and Juan was taken aback, subconsciously feeling bad.

A faint singing voice came from the direction of the player tunnel, and it didn't sound like it was a person, but Juan heard the broken voices of some people in it? ?

The reporters were a little at a loss, but most of them still had good-natured smiles on their faces. After all, it can be said that these children fought this game with their own efforts. If this is the case, there is nothing wrong with them being happy, right? ?

But just as they were waiting for the children to come over, the person in front of them reacted.

Juan stood up directly on the table, and the calmness on his face has been replaced by a serious one. When everyone was a little at a loss, the little coach of Deportivo finally said: "Everyone, come on, I will withdraw first." It's gone." A reporter slapped the table quickly: "He wants to run!"

Although I don't know why Juan suddenly wants to flee, but no matter how he stops him, he will never go wrong!

Someone yelled such a sentence, and naturally some staff members subconsciously stopped him, and Juan immediately glared at him: "What are you stopping me for?"

The security guard was taken aback for a moment, and let go of his hands in embarrassment.

Juan got up immediately. Originally, the reporters were wondering if he was going to run away, but this man rushed towards the direction of the sound instead?

The players just came out of the player tunnel, and they were greeted with a hug from Juan. Several people were stunned for a moment, but they became more excited, laughing and hugging their little coach.

The reporters subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but they still applauded them, watching Juan guarding the door, shaking hands and hugging his players one by one, and then shortening——

Got into the player tunnel?

The players who ran outside looked at each other. They even brought champagne to prepare to have a carnival with their little coach in front of the media reporters. But where is their little coach?

Several players and the reporters present subconsciously felt that something was wrong. Why did they want to watch a good show, but the protagonist disappeared naturally? ?

Originally, they wanted to turn around and chase after them, but Juan was still a young man after all, and he slipped quickly with oil on his feet. In addition, there were many people in the player tunnel, so they let Juan give birth to him under their noses. run away...

David Louis, who took the lead, didn't think much about it. Juan wasn't there, but at least there was Alan sitting on the table. I don't know if he was frightened or asked to stay by Juan, but at least they brought it here on purpose. The champagne can't be wasted, can it?

Pompons, who never thought much about it, ran directly towards Alan, and Alan, who was a little surprised for a moment, subconsciously roared: "Don't come here! We haven't settled the previous account...!"

Pompons didn't care at all, and with a slam, he poured water on Allen. Allen wiped his face and wanted to say something, but David Louis, who had already become vicious in an instant He picked up Alan with his head covered and started jumping. Poor Alan almost confessed to this old bone.

Which account is he talking about?Of course, it was the account that he was locked in the locker room by David Luiz a long time ago!

At that time, he was relying on his status and thinking not to argue with Pengpeng, but after getting along for a season, who doesn't know who?

Although Pengpeng is obviously careless, he is still more concerned about his face in public, so he tried his best to block Alan's mouth with his own ability. Poor Alan almost rolled his eyes when he jumped in his arms, thanks to the reporters below. As happy as they are, they kept applauding and laughing below.

Juan didn't look back, he had already heard the booing and laughter in the news hall, couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, straightened his collar, and whistled.

The last time he made a mistake, how could he fall twice in the same place this time?

Besides, ruining a suit of clothes is enough, and the clothes on his upper body are not very cheap at this time, if he gets a trophy and ruins his suit, how distressed he will be!

But now at least I have avoided such a situation, right?

Thinking of the clothes he had saved, Juan only felt very happy, but his happiness quickly dissipated——

He didn't expect that he would run into Fernando Torres on the way back to his locker room. Obviously, in his memory, the locker rooms of Bernabéu's home and away games were in different directions.

...And such a road that belongs to the staff passageway, generally speaking, isn't only the staff members aware of it?How could this kid walk here, and he looked familiar?

Torres obviously didn't expect to meet him here, and subconsciously grinned: "I thought you would be outside at this time."

Juan was silent for a while, then nodded: "I came back early."

"I thought you'd enjoy the cheers from the others outside."

"You said it too, that's what you thought." Juan glanced at the person in front of him calmly.

In this game, Deportivo used the locker room at home. Obviously, as the object of the same city derby, Real Madrid has never been very fond of Atletico Madrid. They would rather let Deportivo be their home court than let Atletico Madrid enter Real Madrid's home court. locker room.

Juan jokingly wondered if this was "you can only choose one of hate and more hate", and changed the topic quietly. He felt that because he lost the King's Cup champion, the little prince of Atletico Madrid is now I'm in a bad mood.

"Why are you here? If I remember correctly, this is indeed a staff passage."

Torres opened his mouth, wanting to use Juan's method to fight back against him, but his mind quickly told him a fact that made him speechless: Juan Diaz knew this way as it should be .

On the contrary, he knew the way, which was really strange.

For a while, Torres could only tighten his lips, not wanting to speak, Juan glanced at him, but said to himself: "Raul told you, right?"

"How do you know... um..." The person who subconsciously asked back immediately covered his mouth, but it was still a bit late, Juan gave him a smile that was not a smile, and then waved his hands: "I don't care if you arrive What do you want to do here, let's go."

There was some struggle and hesitation in Torres' eyes, Juan originally wanted to walk away so that this person could leave safely, but who knew that this person had no intention of leaving, Juan was stunned for a moment: "What's the matter? "

"Uh, it's not really a big deal..." Torres waved his hand, "I'm just feeling a little bit emotional."

Juan nodded, he had already heard countless people say the word "sigh" in front of him, so Juan didn't want to ask the specific content, so he raised his eyebrows: "Go back quickly after you've finished sighing."

"You really don't want to know what I'm going to do?" Torres coughed lightly.

"You wouldn't tell me if I asked, would you?" Juan's answer was also very concise and powerful.

He is so sure because he has been with Torres for many years. Although Torres is not as close as Juan's brothers in Real Madrid over the years, at least he can be regarded as a friend and knows a lot about him.

For example, this person looks very young, but people who get along with him will know that this kid is also a black belly, with a bit of Raul's style, which may be the reason why these two people have a good appetite.

When facing friends like them, Juan has always adhered to a principle: talk less and do more.

But Torres is better. After all, he is young, and he still speaks and acts with a kind of youthful youthfulness. After all, he is not so watertight. Otherwise, Juan would not even be willing to say a few words to Torres at this moment.

He appeared in a special place, which proved that there must be some special situation in his locker room. He didn't want any unexpected situation to happen because of his temporary mistake. That was what he hated the most. matter.

Torres hesitated for a moment, but he didn't refute immediately, which surprised Juan a little. After all, according to the general situation, Torres would stab him no matter what at this time...

"I went to your locker room and changed a jersey." Torres said with a light cough, but his expression was still calm, and it was only then that Juan noticed that Torres was indeed wearing a Laco Runia's jersey, "But your road is too chaotic, so I took a shortcut."

Juan nodded to express his understanding, but he still frowned subconsciously and felt that something was wrong: "Then are you going back now?"

"Of course, what else would I do if I don't go back?" Torres gave him an annoyed sideways glance, then sighed, feeling that he was hopeless at this time, "Your David Luis..."

"Huh?" Juan was a little nervous. After all, Pengpeng was more aggressive when he was in the team. If he became famous outside the team, it would be really a little outrageous...

Torres struggled for a while before giving an evaluation that made Juan subconsciously raise his eyebrows: "It's quite interesting."

... Although I don't know whether this evaluation is good or bad, it is a good thing that my little bastard has not been targeted by the black belly. Juan nodded and said casually: "We have a lot of interesting things here. When will you Come and find out."

Torres nodded: "I'll think about it."

Juan left in a hurry. He was really worried about the situation in his locker room. All in all, it was the place where this person went. Juan always felt a little scared.

But after returning to the locker room, Juan found that he seemed to be a little overwhelmed. The locker room was quiet and there was no one. Everyone was still celebrating outside at this time, and some people should have just left the news hall return……

Juan frowned.

its not right.

Since there is no one here, who did Torres get the jersey for?

He subconsciously entered the bathroom, but before he could see anything, he heard screams like killing a pig from inside.

"?!!!" Juan took a closer look, suddenly a little dumbfounded. "Leo, what the hell is your name... why did you take a shower so soon, why don't you go out and play for a while?"

Messi's entire face was flushed, and Juan could even see from his face the deep resentment towards Real Madrid's current bathroom-in the Bernabeu's bathroom, there are no partitions, let alone curtains, um.

After all, they are a group of big men, um.

However, Juan is obviously used to such scenes, so he asked in a generous and natural manner, disregarding that Messi's whole face turned red, he was at a loss and didn't know how to put it, and finally found that the two men were indeed There is no need to be nervous, so I can only answer: "I'm just uncomfortable with stickiness... Why did you come back suddenly?"

Juan said "ah": "I almost forgot the business, you and Torres just changed the jersey?"

Messi was dazed for a while, then nodded: "Yeah, I'm still a little surprised, he came here to ask me to change my jersey..."

Juan nodded. He couldn't find anything wrong yet, but he subconsciously felt that there was still something wrong.

"Then you wash it first." Juan is actually relieved that his players love cleaning so much. After all, he himself has a bit of a cleanliness... Fortunately, the boss did not play today, otherwise the boss must be there at this time here.

Juan turned his head and looked at the locker room carefully, but he still couldn't find any traces of Torres' possible action. Juan, who thought he was overwhelmed, just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a sound coming from the coach's lounge next door. There was a loud bang, followed by a burst of cursing.

Juan's heart skipped a beat, and he rushed out to check the situation, but he stopped at the door of the locker room, a little stunned, and a little bit wanting to laugh.

Allen, this man who was doomed to be unlucky today, sat down on the floor of the locker room with a troubled expression on his face, and his whole body was really soaked this time, the culprit may be The basin next to him, and around him, there were several people surrounding him, trying to pull him up, and the expressions on everyone's faces were very tangled.

Obviously, they all want to laugh but dare not laugh...

"What's going on?" Juan tried hard to suppress the smile on his face, and walked in with a straight face: "Alan, why did you sit down suddenly?"

Allen stood up with his face twisted "Ouch", and when he heard Juan's question, his expression seemed to be crying and smiling, and he was also very tangled: "I didn't sit down suddenly, which bastard..."

Deportivo's assistant coach was also unlucky today. He never expected that he just said "great achievements" to Juan in the middle of the game, and he became so unlucky after the game !

I just participated in a post-match press conference. It was originally a scene of making faces with the past, but when those young people came over, they ruined everything, and even brought him to be sprayed all over his face with champagne.

Forget it, he finally had a chance to come back and wipe his clothes, but how did he know that he would be ambushed here in his own locker room, and he didn't know which black-hearted boy put a basin of water on the open door On the next day, the unlucky Allen pushed the door in without hesitation, but was dazzled by the water poured down from top to bottom.

Of course, it wasn't the water that made him sit on the ground, but the huge basin...

"It's best not to let me catch who did it! Otherwise, I...!" Allen was impassioned here, watching the eyes of the people around him widen, and it was full of threats, but this time everyone was low No one said anything, Juan looked at the people who went to the press conference as well-behaved as little quails, and couldn't help clapping his hands: "Okay, today is also a day to be happy, so don't worry about it." These are the details, Allen."

"Is this a detail?!" Allen was so angry that he almost jumped up, but his waist still refused him to make such a dynamic movement, and he could only grin his teeth and shout: "This matter will not be justified." This past...!"

Juan could only smile wryly. He couldn't tell Allen that the perpetrator was not someone inside La Coruña at all, and the prank was actually not aimed at other people, but him?

Of course not... So I can only wrong Allen for a while!

Such an accidental injury can be regarded as innocent, but no one can say at this time, after all, Torres and Alan are not familiar with each other, if there is any misunderstanding...

Juan coughed lightly, and decided to let the possible truth be buried in the river of history.

This is great, Allen's clothes are considered reimbursed, but according to his personal opinion, the material of this clothes is not that high-end, so he can still treat it as being washed?

Today's celebration is also very enthusiastic, but after all, firstly, this is not our home stadium, and secondly, this is not our home base, so celebrating here is still a bit too rampant, so Juan finally decided to let everyone go back and continue celebrating!

Then, according to the usual practice, I took a half-day vacation the next morning, and concentrated on recovery training in the afternoon.

And Juan himself, of course, went straight to Casillas, after all, this is Madrid, very close!

Casillas was a little surprised and regretful when he received the person: "I thought I would see you like a drowned chicken."

Juan glared at him angrily, and coughed softly: "The drowned chicken should not be too late, but I can be considered vigilant today, otherwise I will be finished."

Of course, for Juan to be able to maintain such complete clothing today, it is useless just to be vigilant, what he needs is... luck.

Even Juan has to admit that if his luck is a little bit worse today, he will not be able to leave the Bernabeu so easily.

"It's fortunate that you are more alert, otherwise I wouldn't know how to look at you. I didn't bring any clothes today." Casillas said jokingly, "And I don't have any clothes for you in the car replace."

Here in Madrid, the attention is definitely more than that of Deportivo Deportivo, so Juan also knows that under such circumstances, both he and Casillas must keep a very calm distance, otherwise the It will be ugly once you are caught with something.

Juan also knew the situation, so he could only sigh and shake his head pretendingly: "Fortunately, I saved myself tonight...Let me tell you, Torres almost caught me by surprise tonight."

"Oh?" Casillas shifted gears and pulled the handbrake skillfully, raising his eyebrows at Juan: "Tell me what's going on?"

Juan told the celebration after the victory of the game and the repeated surprises after that. It was not an interesting story at first. Casillas listened to it with relish, and he could even cooperate with Juan to make A series of reactions.

"I didn't expect that Raul actually eats the inside out!" Casillas was filled with righteous indignation. Of course, this sentence was only used as a joke among friends, "Did Torres ask you anything else?"

"It's really gone." Juan shook his head and replied, "You should drive home first, and we will talk slowly when we get home."

"It's okay... I was shocked when I heard Deportivo's team anthem playing on the court today. After all, I'm still not used to it."

"Speaking of which, the Bernabéu is really big." Juan was a little emotional, "Although I'm not used to it, I have to say that showing my ability in such a big stadium, and then gaining the attention on the pitch and the support of the fans Crowds are really exciting.”

Casillas hesitated for a while before whispering: "It's not because of being at the Bernabéu..."

"No." Juan answered very simply.

"...I haven't said what it is yet."

"That's not true." Juan glanced at him and coughed lightly. "Speaking of which, I told Torres that I would come to Laco to experience it in the future. He said he would consider it..."

"You mean he is interested in La Coruna?" Casillas was a little jealous when he said this, but it was not jealous of La Coruna, but jealous of Torres who could say this.

He is in Real Madrid, such words cannot be said.

"Not necessarily, he should just answer casually." Juan spread his hands, "I always feel that this kid is not so simple... Sigh, leave him alone, is this what you guys are doing this season?"

Juan said this in a somewhat leisurely way. After all, they have already won the Copa del Rey and the league championship this season, and they have basically successfully retired. What about Real Madrid?

Ahem, third in the league...

Casillas was also a little embarrassed, but he coughed lightly and said, "Well, there are still two rounds in the league."

Juan coughed lightly and nodded: "Come on."

There are still two rounds in the league, but are these two rounds enough for Real Madrid to overtake?

Probably not enough, but Juan will not talk too much at this time. After all, Casillas has no idea in his heart, so he can't go to tease people's nerves anymore, right?

"Speaking of which, what about the Copa del Rey?" Casillas coughed lightly. He didn't know why the topic tonight was so heavy. He decided to change it to a lighter one. Celebrated at the Bernabeu, did you bring the Copa del Rey in the car?"

Juan was taken aback, smiled and waved his hands: "How could you not bring it?"

Even if Juan slips away first, there is still Alan, even if Alan is furious, he will not forget the trophy.

Well, even if Allen forgot, the boss and the captain are there, and they are not so unreliable people. Anyway, Juan is not worried about the trophy at all.

"Are you sure?" Casillas was still a little worried when he heard Juan's cell phone ring.

"Hola, what's the matter, Alan?... Trophies?" Juan was stunned. "Isn't the trophy with you?"

"I didn't take it, it's not with me, logically speaking, it should be in the locker room, you ask if the big brother took it... none of them?"

"..."

"..."

The two looked at each other.

"Ah, Messi has it? Good job...Give him extra meals when he goes back! He can eat whatever he wants!" Juan put down the phone with a sigh of relief, and Casillas had already looked over with great interest .

The little coach of Deportivo knew that this face must have been completely lost, so he simply sighed and broke the can: "They all thought that someone else had already won the trophy, but none of them remembered where the trophy was, and they didn't realize it until they were about to get on the bus. "

The rest of the matter was easy to solve. Allen called Juan in a hurry to ask if he had taken the Copa del Rey away. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Messi, who had disappeared for a long time, dangling around with the huge cup come over...

Casillas almost died of laughter: "The big cup is right under your nose, so many of you have ignored it... Is it really the first time for Deportivo to win the King's Cup? Are you sure it's not because of the cup? Too many times so numb?"

"..." Juan Diaz was speechless in the face of the Real Madrid players who had won the Copa del Rey too much.

"Speaking of which, you will let the reserve team play the main game in the next two games?" Casillas finally laughed enough, straightened up and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "One or two games can still be regarded as a surprise soldier. Use, if there are too many, you are not afraid of being cracked by others?"

Juan smiled indifferently and said, "That's okay. After all, they are still young, and the youngest is only seventeen or eighteen years old. At this age, it is difficult to get a foothold in the first team, let alone be selected for the first team. But You see, they have been able to defend the first-team substitutes of other clubs, and they are not invincible against first-line players, which is enough."

Now Juan doesn't expect these children to be able to achieve anything. After all, no matter how powerful they are in the future, they are just little monsters in La Coruña. It is already very good to have the current results. If it is too late, Juan doesn't want the pillars of football in the future to die in his hands. That is the real crime.

Casillas didn't quite understand why Juan suddenly started to sigh, but at least he knew how to break his inexplicable emotion at this time.

Juan was still here lamenting the difficulty of the future, but in the next second, his eyes darkened, and Casillas rushed forward: "?!!! Igor drive well?!!"

"Red lights are okay!"

"?? You lied to me, it's obviously a green light!!"

The two laughed and played together, Juan really felt helpless, since tonight he can be regarded as a dignified double crown head coach, although his own players are laughing and joking with him, but they still treat him in awe...

Only a few brothers in Real Madrid can still pounce on him and rub his head!

Anyone who has played with Juan since he was a child knows that Juan’s most precious thing is his hair. Even if it was short in the past, it would be neatly tidied up during competitions. It’s just a matter of imitating Lei Dong and wiping his back... So his biggest weakness is especially obvious - hair!

Mess up and this person will go crazy!

Of course, there are very few people who dare to do something cruel to his hair. After all, no one knows what will happen if Juan’s sanity breaks down. His head stuck out directly.

In the middle of the night, a car parked in the middle of the road swayed up and down at a very imaginative frequency. Originally, there was no one walking on this road. It is a pity that there is a game at the Bernabéu tonight, so no matter how remote it is Every road has been walked.

When a car came from behind, Juan was the first person to be alert. He immediately made a pause gesture, then frowned and looked behind.

Sure enough, there was a car coming slowly behind with high beams on, which was very dazzling. Juan and Casillas looked at each other.

"Reporter?" Casillas' voice was a little nervous, he was a little carried away, this was his mistake.But Juan didn't stop him, instead he accompanied him to make trouble...

"It depends." Casillas quietly lowered his head and quickly tried to tidy himself up, then glanced at the person next to him.

When he said this, Juan pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes quickly froze. Except for the shallow panting and messy hair and clothes, the whole person had returned to normal, and even his voice was louder than usual. Two points cold.

But the ivory white skin under the messy shirt, the long hair that is no longer neatly scattered on the shoulders... In addition, his skin is actually prone to redness, just laughing and playing for a while, his face has already turned red. It turned pink, and even the ivory white skin seemed to have a light [ambiguous color...

Casillas only felt that his throat was a little dry, and his throat subconsciously made a swallowing movement. It was not until the people around him looked back at him in surprise that he realized that in the quiet space of the car, his voice How noticeable it is.

But before he had time to be embarrassed, Juan frowned and looked at the traffic light in front of him. It was now a red light: "I said it was a green light just now."

"It was obviously a red light just now..." Casillas said weakly, but he could see clearly that the red light started when he stopped, but the two of them didn't pay attention when they were playing around, and the green light also passed by. "How about I run a red light?"

"No, this ticket is too bad, and it looks like something happened if you run away." Juan frowned, looked down at his current appearance, and then stretched his brows: "How do I look?"

Casillas glanced at Juan tremblingly: "It's very tempting..."

"?"

"Uh no, I mean, it's very messy, and your image doesn't look like you normally."

"That's good." Juan breathed a sigh of relief, "Turn on the stereo and play a cheerful song."

"?" Casillas turned on the speaker as he said, "But even if you don't look like you in peacetime, you can still tell that you are Juan Diaz?"

"I know, you don't need to say much later, as soon as the green light turns on, you slam on the accelerator and leave." Juan said, and quickly rearranged himself in the rearview mirror, and Casillas hurriedly adjusted the car After getting on the radio, after being nervous for a long time, I finally let it start playing a cheerful song and looked up, stunned.

Juan didn't tidy himself up as he thought, but rolled up his sleeves, frowned and unscrewed a button on his chest?After noticing his gaze, Juan raised his eyebrows at him: "Why?"

"...David Bowie?"

"...Nonsense." Juan glared at him, "Remember, step on the gas pedal and leave when the green light comes on."

Casillas nodded, clenched the steering wheel, and seemed a little nervous.

Don't be a reporter...

Don't be a reporter...

If it was a reporter, the two of them would be like this in the middle of the night...

...Don't be a reporter!

The car behind slowly drove up and stopped beside them.