football's most handsome

Casillas never expected that the first sentence that Redondo uttered after being silent for a while was actually this. The Spanish goalkeeper's first reaction was not to reflect on himself, but to be surprised.

It is indeed surprising, after all, he and Juan have known each other longer than he has known Redondo - when they first met in 91, both of them joined Real Madrid's youth echelon at the same time, and Redondo joined Real Madrid , it's all three years later.

Of course, Redondo also saw his ignorance, and couldn't help frowning: "I know you have known him for a long time, and the two of you have been together for a long time, but if you think about it carefully, what is wrong with Juan Dia? Si, how much do you know?"

"It's not just about what he wants you to know, not just about his family background, his character, his weaknesses... Or, besides what he wants to tell you, what else do you know?"

Casillas frowned: "Boss, I don't quite understand what you mean..."

"Has Juan Diaz ever given you a sense of security?"

Casillas opened his mouth: "At least he will call me every day?"

Redondo didn't even want to say that he reminded him: "I know I'm talking too much, but what I want to say now is..."

"What the boss wants to say is that I still have too little communication with you." With a soft voice, Lei Dongdo frowned, and the expression on his face did not change.

There was a person standing behind him, his body was still covered with the coldness of the dark night, and there was a hint of coolness in it.

"Is there?" Casillas frowned and thought, "But our time is a little short."

The person behind laughed lightly, and said casually: "Guti told you to go up, and said that there is something that you both need to help, and kept it secret from me."

"Is that so?" Casillas stood up in confusion, "Then I'll go up first!"

Casillas ran fast, subconsciously avoiding the weird aura between these two people. Although he didn't know what happened to these two people, it was better to run first!

The hall fell into silence, Juan still stood behind Redondo without moving, and Redondo seemed to be lost in thought without saying a word.

The two faced each other silently.

Finally, Redondo sighed.

He is not someone who is easy to compromise, but he has experienced too much, about these or those unknown things.

"Be serious, don't mess around with Igor."

"If you finally say it's just a joke, I can't spare you."

Juan was silent for a while, then laughed out loud: "That's all? I thought there would be a lot of preaching."

"To you, these are superfluous." Redondo nodded, "Then, your answer?"

To be honest, he doesn't want to pay too much attention to the children's emotional matters, but this can be regarded as a retaliation—since Juan and the others planned him and Guti, in return, he will help These two are no big deal either.

Juan laughed.

"Don't worry, boss... only him, I won't let anyone else."

When Juan and Redondo, two young literary and artistic youths, were together to show each other their old ways, Guti and Casillas were also calm and relaxed upstairs.

"Really? The atmosphere downstairs is so bad now..." Guti sighed, crunched the popsicle in his mouth, and mumbled a few words with the stick in his mouth, "Juan must have brought you up to tell Fernando What, don't worry."

"I know too!" Casillas glared at him angrily, "But I'm just a little worried..."

"If you're so worried, why don't you play two games with me?" Guti muttered a few words with a popsicle stick in his mouth, got up and turned on the game console, "How about playing outRun (a classic racing game)?"

Casillas was a little confused. He didn't expect Guti to be able to play at this time: "I said, are you worried at all?"

"What is there to worry about? Anyway, Fernando is definitely not the one who suffers." Guti pouted, biting a popsicle and groping for the game controller, and threw one to Casillas very smoothly. Seeing that he was still a Looking very worried, he coughed lightly and waved his hands.

"Both of their brains are faster than ours, and it's not our turn to worry." Guti raised his eyebrows at him, and Casillas was silent for a while, speechless.

"Okay, okay, it's a big deal to play two rounds first, and if there is something, we will go down." Seeing that his child was still a little dazed, Guti, who was already on the tail of his 20-year-old youth, patted him on the shoulder directly. Pointing at the screen: "Choose this one, Ferrari Testarossa (Testarossa), this car is no longer available for more than 100 million yuan."

"..." Casillas was speechless. He has no obsession with cars. Basically, he will drive whatever car is sponsored. First, he is still young after all. Second, as a goalkeeper, the basic salary is really not enough. Compared with Raul and Guti, more than 100 million people will come out at the first touch...

However, based on his trust in Guti, Casillas chose this fiery red Ferrari sports car.

"Igor, what would happen if you had this car?"

"Ah?" Casillas was taken aback for a moment, "I wouldn't buy this kind of car."

"So it's if." Guti glared at him angrily, "If you are an extreme Ferrari fan, how would you feel sitting on that Ferrari now? "

"Probably like a dream?" Casillas asked after hesitating for a while.

At this moment, both of them had already chosen their models, and the two Ferraris were parked side by side on the runway, and the sound effects of the game came from the stereo.

"3,2,1, Ready..."

"Yes, it's like a dream..." Guti said slowly, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, "Aren't we now 'sitting in our favorite Ferrari'?"

Casillas was stunned for a moment. When "GO!" came out, he subconsciously slowed down a step when he started, and he was in a hurry, but fortunately, he calmed down soon, and quickly chased after him with his car. go up.

"I love him." Guti's voice came from the side, and Casillas just stared at the screen without speaking.

"I love him like a fanatical believer. Every day now is like sitting in a Ferrari with the gas pedal on the floor. It's as decisive as it is. It's as fast as the wind and hot as if it's the end. I'm not even sure. Where is our future?"

"But it doesn't matter what sense of security or future, as long as you can be with him."

"As long as I can have him, no matter what kind of hell I go to, I will be happy."

Casillas squinted his eyes and quickly overtook another car in the next lane, catching up with Guti.

In the pixel game on the screen, two Ferraris roared and ran, and the two squinted their eyes and kept silent.

The two cars were speeding and passed the finish line very quickly. However, Casillas was the first to start and was faster than Guti. He raised his hands and cheered for the win. On the other side, Guti was very excited. He threw away the game controller unhappily, and squinted at him: "What about you?"

Casillas put his hands down and was silent for a while, before he said softly: "I am the same...and I have no other choice, remembering him is as easy as remembering football moves, what can I do? My heart kept cheering and aching, and told me loudly that it was him, and no one else cared, it was him.”

Guti smiled, looked at the time and spread his hands: "How about it, go down and have a look?"

"Yeah." Casillas made up his mind this time. When he went down, his face was serious, and he was prepared to support Juan all the way if the boss showed his face to Juan. Helpless.

But what he didn't expect was that when he came down, Juan and the boss were drinking tea face to face, and they were still watching the game on TV. Neither of them responded when they got down.

"..." Guti and Casillas looked at each other, wondering if they were worrying too much, otherwise why are these two people so harmonious now?

"Why did you come down?" Juan noticed the two of them when he put down his teacup, and greeted them back, "Come here quickly, we are watching the replay."

"What replay?" Guti thought about it, and jumped over to nest next to Redondo. Fortunately, he was sitting on a couch.

"In the previous game, AC Milan played against Liverpool." When he spoke, Juan had a strange expression on his face, and some wanted to smile bitterly, "Do you remember? AC Milan has won three times in a row in the league, and this time The game is still 3:0."

Casillas and Guti looked at each other, and both saw the doubt in each other's eyes.

Casillas was puzzled because Juan had already watched the game two days before, and he watched it with him, so it didn’t make sense to watch it again; while Guti was because he already knew the game Redondo had already watched the game, but he didn't expect to watch it again.

"AC Milan is indeed tyrannical, but I always feel that they are a little... impetuous." When Juan said this, he subconsciously looked at Redondo, and Guti and Casillas also looked at the boss at the same time .

He was the only one present at AC Milan.

The boss had a calm expression on his face. Facing the gaze of the three people, he just nodded: "Maybe he was dazzled by the recent winning streak, and it is also rare to win the league championship in advance... But AC Milan It’s easy to be flipped from the beginning.”

"..." Guti and Casillas looked at each other, not knowing how to comfort the boss, after all, the boss still has a good impression of AC Milan.

"Don't look at me like that, AC Milan does have a little mentality problem, but it's not their fault." Redondo waved his hand, he had a really good impression of everyone in AC Milan, if If possible, he also hopes to continue his teammate career with a few of them, but it is impossible for a few of them to leave AC Milan, and some people, AC Milan does not want to let go.

What I have to say is that Deportivo is still not as rich and powerful as other clubs in this regard. He can confidently say "who is not for sale", but he also knows that these are all false. The only thing to do at this time is to take good care of the team.

"So your opponents for the final in Deportivo have already been selected in advance." Guti felt a little emotional.

"..." Juan and Redondo looked at each other, both speechless. "Then what, the second round hasn't started yet..."

Not long after the first round of the competition, why did this person start thinking about the finals?

It's not good to go on like this, um, it's not good...

"It's okay, you can definitely do it." Guti said nonchalantly, and then let out a drawn-out exclamation: "Wow wow wow..."

"What's the matter?" The other three people were a little helpless, this person shouldn't be so surprised, okay?

"It's nothing, Igor, go and check Facebook." Guti said, and handed his mobile phone to Redondo's Miao Mian. After seeing it clearly, Redondo didn't say anything, but raised his eyebrows subconsciously , then looked at Juan, then looked down at the phone again, shaking his head.

"What's the matter, big brother, isn't it a good shot?" Juan said calmly.

When Casillas heard it, he seemed to understand something. He turned on his phone and saw that the Facebook homepage seemed to have been maxed out.

Juan·Diaz: Double crown, this is just the beginning. 【picture】

At the beginning, everyone thought that this person would post a picture of two trophies placed together, and wanted to joke that this person did not post on Facebook once in a hundred years, but even if he did, it would be two broken cups, nothing to look at, and the result When the picture loaded, everyone choked up.

Not two broken cups, but a beauty.

Long blond hair fluttered in the night wind, the young man's squinted eyes glowed with a cold light, his white shirt was messed up by the wind, his rolled up sleeves revealed a strong and smooth forearm.

He just smiled, but his wantonness and arrogance seemed to be able to catch people's attention through the screen. The appearance of the young man at this time was a pride and indulgence that most people had never seen before.

"Wow... This photo is well taken, and the background is the sky, and I can't see my balcony and garden at all." Guti was full of praise, and Juan raised his eyebrows with a smile: "I'm like that kind of People who will leave people with handles and troubles?"

"Brother enough, of course I know you are not!" Guti laughed and looked at his comment area, "Your comment area is about to explode hahaha, read a few for you?"

"I don't want to hear it." Juan waved his hand helplessly, "It must be those words anyway, little girl, it's easy to go crazy."

At the beginning, Juan was still interested to see what was said in his comment area, but when he read it with great interest——

Type [-]: The out-of-control confession type, starting with "I want to do" or "When I am", the scope covers all the interpersonal relationships that Juan Diaz can imagine, and there are even "servants" and "dogs". There are options that people can't look at directly, and of course there are straight-up praises for Juan's handsomeness.

Type [-]: business-like type, Juan can comment on whatever he puts, for example, if Juan puts an advertisement for her pair of sneakers, then they will dutifully comment on the shoes, and they will never say anything else; Juan posted today After seeing the photo, they first praised the photo, then talked about the style of the clothes on their bodies, and then congratulated his two champions, which is also Juan's favorite comment.

Type [-]: The relationship type has been pulled.Specific performances such as "My husband is the best!" "My brother is number one in the world!" Anyway, after watching for a long time, Juan realized that they made no mistake in their comments, and they were indeed calling him. You must know that at the beginning, Juan He also politely replied with a "husband is the best", did he come to the wrong place, but the opposite party gave him a fierce reaction saying no, it was him...

Juan: Confused, at a loss.

Type [-]: fancy selling type.There are always many people who think that they have a unique talent in the world, so they will leave a message under Juan's Facebook page, saying that not recruiting/hiring a genius like him is a great loss and waste, and there are even many The drama is too deep, and has already begun to tell Juan that the salary must be tens of thousands of years... Juan said that his own annual salary is not that much!

Type [-]: When you come up, you will bring reproductive/genital/organ type, and when you come up, you will be full of swear words.This type of Juan sees one to delete one, and as one of the shareholders, he has already made a suggestion to Zucker Berg-regarding the regulation of online language.

"You know it too?" Guti smiled and motioned him to turn his head, "Since you know it, why don't you hurry up and express your heart?"

Juan looked back, Casillas had just put down the phone and smiled at him, seemingly nothing happened, but Juan saw that his fingers holding the phone turned white.

Obviously, this person is not as calm as he appears on the surface.

Juan frowned at him for a while, and grabbed the phone with his hands. Casillas subconsciously wanted to grab it, but Juan directly held the hand he extended.

"Don't think too much, remember... I fell in love with you first, and I should be the one to worry about." Juan coughed lightly, "You are my first love, but how many girlfriends have you dated? I can see it all..."

Casillas froze for a moment, opened his mouth and his whole face turned pale, Redondo frowned and was about to speak, but Juan gave him a slap in the face, then coughed lightly and said: "You always tell beautiful female reporters It’s the same when you have a girlfriend, even when you have a girlfriend, but the objects are all female reporters, I don’t think you will be eaten by accident, so I have been watching... But to be honest, I am very jealous.”

Juan said that this season was serious, but several people did not believe it, especially Casillas looked at him with wide eyes.

Little coach Laco narrowed his eyes and smiled, his expression looked like a hungry wolf with green eyes: "However, now you are mine."

"..." Guti covered his eyes directly, and muttered in a low voice: "I have no eyes, I have no eyes to see." Recedo patted the wolf cub's head dumbfounded, and then looked at the screen.

The AC Milan players were running wildly on the field, with bright smiles on their faces, all of them looked relaxed. Redondo frowned as he watched.

Now is not the time to think too much, what they need to care about is the next game against Bayern Munich.

When they returned to La Coruña the next morning, Redondo and Juan had to put on disguises, because they had already seen the headlines of "Marca" when they had breakfast in the morning.

——"Let the waves go!The youngest new double champion in history! "

In contrast, it is the headline of "Aspen News" - "Who is the weird one?"The Real La Coruña, neither page was something that would make Juan and Redondo laugh anyway.

The headlines of the Marca newspaper focused on the magical performance of Deportivo last night, especially in the Copa del Rey game. Juan's Deportivo actually played a group of substitutes and members of the reserve team.

This is a great thing!

You know, the reserve team, that is, the second team of each club can only play in the Second Division B at the highest level. Experience in La Liga.

This is enough to prove one thing - these children are indeed monsters.

Coupled with their head coach Juan Dias, it can be said that they are the youngest team in the entire La Liga, and anyway, although the game is casual, the representatives in it are amazing enough.

Now it is obvious that the post-[-]s are the main stage, and these post-[-]s have already begun to emerge.

And Juan Diaz, the youngest head coach, once again became the focus of the whole world.

"The 23-year-old double champion... and now he is heading towards the final of the Champions League. Is such a result really what a new head coach should have?"

"Actually, what I'm more curious about is, what will he do in the future after getting such good results at the beginning?"

What to do from now on?

Juan never thought about this, the road has to be taken step by step, and their goal is to continue as simple as that.

But Juan obviously didn't want such attention, so he kept a low profile as much as possible along the way, but he still couldn't avoid being entangled for a while at the airport.

Finally, there was a big brother named Redondo beside Juan, the two of them worked together to leave this place together, and returned to their respective homes in two ways.

But before leaving, Redondo coughed lightly and looked at him with a very stern look: "Remember what you said!"

Juan nodded with a wry smile: "Boss, why didn't I know you were so worried?"

"..." Lei Dongdo stared at him for a while, then turned around and left without stopping.

In a blink of an eye, it was the second game between Deportivo and Bayern Munich. The last match at the Allianz Arena allowed Deportivo to be "taken care of" by Bayern Munich. Now it is their turn to go to the Riyadh The cable court is here.

Although the Riazor Stadium covers a small area and has few seats, the attendance rate here is high, and it is also known as the "cemetery of the wealthy". No matter who comes, it will suffer.

When Magath first set foot here, he was still a little unaccustomed, but he still took a deep breath quickly.

"Spain..."

When Juan came out, he just heard his voice, raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "What happened to you in Spain?"

Magath coughed lightly: "Uh, no, it's just a little emotional, it really is not the same as Germany at all."

Juan looked around and sighed softly: "Maybe..."

Magath looked at him with some surprise, but didn't say anything, but mentioned one thing again: "Speaking of it, Messi..."

Juan showed a very polite smile: "How about we talk about Muller and Schweinsteiger?"

"..." Magath immediately shut up, shook hands with him quickly, and then the two walked towards the referee's seat one after the other.

"What's wrong with Juan?" Alan felt something was wrong when he saw Juan came back with a faint smile on his face. Juan coughed lightly and said with a smile: "Magat still doesn't give up and wants to ask May Whether it is sold or not."

Allen understood immediately, and laughed loudly: "Real Madrid and Barcelona failed, and he still expects himself to succeed?"

Juan shook his head with a helpless smile, and glanced at the player tunnel.

Today, Juan didn't care much, and came with a group of children. Originally, he took risks in the King's Cup and put a group of children on the field just for today's game. How could he be so stupid?

Messi also came today, but just sitting on the bench.

As he sat here sullenly, a Deportivo home jersey suddenly fell over his head. Messi was startled, and struggling to lift his head from under the jersey, it ended up facing Juan's face.

"Boss, what's the matter?" Messi asked casually, and then threw the jersey aside. He had subconsciously seen it just now. This is Portillo's No. [-] jersey. Portillo played today. Therefore, some jerseys will be prepared in advance on the sidelines as preparations.

Juan smiled and pointed to the court: "Want to play?"

Messi's eyes lit up in an instant, and he nodded sharply.

Juan coughed lightly: "Then you are ready, if Portillo wants to leave, I will replace you."

"..." Messi was silent for a while, and squeezed the jersey tightly in his hand, "But at this time, wouldn't it be better to change to Fran?"

Diego Forlan is Deportivo's golden substitute and a striker. If there is a problem, it is definitely the best choice to replace him. Messi knows this no matter what.

After all, my age is really...

"Yeah." Juan nodded with a smile, admitting that it should be taken for granted, "In the overall situation, it is better to go to Diego Forlan..."

Seeing that Messi's eyes seemed to dim, Juan coughed lightly: "But the coach opposite seems to be very interested in you."

Messi nodded. He was already used to this kind of thing. After all, in his own life, he had already experienced several rounds of illegal contact with players in private, but he just had no intention of leaving.

"So," Juan coughed lightly, "it is obvious that you will be more lethal when you go up."

Messi was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out a "puchi" and shook his head while laughing: "Boss, you are too mean-spirited!"

This is the head coach who wants to envy the opposite side!

"Knowing that I have a bad heart, you dare to say it, young man, you are very courageous." Juan patted his head with a smile. At this time, Messi's eyes had returned to normal. After rubbing his head, he returned to his seat and sat down.

He doesn't know if there will be a chance to let Messi play in this game, but if possible, he still hopes to send him on the field. After all, this time is a precious experience no matter how you say it...

And the most important thing is that if even a young man like Messi can play, it is enough to prove that the game is stable, and this is what Juan wants to see most.

So Juan is also looking forward to sending Messi on the field.

However, as soon as the players of the two teams came out, Juan knew that his consideration was a little bit off.

——Bayern Munich on the opposite side obviously came prepared, and the opening was full of murderous intent.

And there is already a targeted killing intent.

Squinting his eyes and looking at the opposite player, Juan couldn't help frowning.

Kahn; Sagnol, Lucio, Roberto Kovacs, Lizarazu; Salihamidic, Hargreaves, Frings, Ballack, Ze Roberto; Guerrero , the same personnel.

And it's definitely the same lineup.

But why is it obviously the same lineup, but it brings a completely different feeling to Deportivo this time than last time?

...Could it be because they just collapsed Dortmund at their home court two days ago, so the blood was hard to get rid of for a while?

Juan thought jokingly, squinting at the players on both sides.

Diego Lopez; Juan Sorin, Andrade, Capdevila; Juan Riquelme, Fernando Redondo, Juan Belleron, Fernando Gago, Barbara Buro Aimar; Fernando Morientes, Ricardo Portillo…

"I don't know if it's a coincidence, but both sides have come up with the same lineup..." Frank said a cold joke, and Dean next to him looked at him coldly for a while, before he coughed embarrassingly and made amends: "I What I want to say is that the main players of the major teams are still these people, and Juan Diaz and Magath obviously chose to believe in these players of his last game."

Dean interface: "Yeah, in the last game, we thought that Deportivo and Bayern Munich would enter the goal battle, but what was unexpected was that after the horrible goal in the first half, Neither team scored in the second half."

"If this game continues to be the same as the second half of the previous round, Deportivo will have a hard top, but what I have to say is, is Deportivo still the Deportivo we are familiar with?" ?”

"But if the game is like the first half, Deportivo doesn't seem to be used to such an attacking lineup... The 4-3-2-1 formation is not easy for everyone, and it is a sudden use. Formation."

"And Bayern Munich, if you say they play well, it doesn't matter. You have to learn from Deportivo to play high-position press. If they use the defensive counterattack they are most familiar with, the game will be so difficult? In the last round Maybe the score is yet to be considered!"

Obviously, Dean was a little bit critical of the performance of the two teams in the first half of the last round of Bayern's match against Deportivo, especially the fact that the two teams did not follow the script, but Deportivo has already let him " "Tactical Encyclopedia" smashed his own signboard. If Juan hadn't conquered Dean with his personal charm when he didn't know it, maybe there would be another sunspot in Sky Sports.

But Dean's complaint is just casual, more like a habit, the host always depends on these for food.

But what Dean didn't expect was that the two head coaches of this game seemed to have heard his complaints. After the opening, Frank began to explain as usual, and Dean observed the situation on the court.

Looking at it, he felt that something was wrong.

What's going on with these two teams?

Why so calm?

And what's more terrible...why did these two teams actually play football step by step according to their previous style of play? ?

Deportivo is a standard 3-5-2. To be honest, Dean thought he was not watching a live game, but watching Deportivo's tactical teaching video.

And Bayern Munich on the opposite side is even more extreme. Except for their first goalkeeper "Lion King" Kahn, who has always been very energetic, everyone is shrunk in the penalty area, and there is not even a striker-except for the goalkeeper. Always stayed in the small restricted area.

Facing the brazen wall and iron wall posture that Bayern Munich suddenly took out, Deportivo didn't react here, and subconsciously wanted to look back at Juan, but their little coach was fine, as soon as he noticed that everyone on the pitch looked in his direction , made a direct gesture——

What are you doing in a daze, rushing forward?

Several midfielders looked at each other, gritted their teeth and nodded.

After the opening, football has been under the control of Deportivo. Originally, they wanted to "get off the horse", but when they looked up, the penalty area opposite was full of people, and Riquelme was helpless. The little shooter Maniche didn't have his turn to play again today...

Deportivo de La Coruña, who had no idea, turned his feet in his own half, especially a few midfielders, who were about to play with their feet. Bayern Munich on the opposite side still didn't respond at all, as if they didn't want to grab it at all. What does the ball look like?

Several people looked at each other, and they all felt a little strange. They were a little uncertain and wanted to try it out, but at this time, Juan gave the instruction to attack...

Several people looked at each other and nodded at the same time.