football's most handsome

Juan felt that he was really wronged.

He is clearly revealing the biggest secret in his heart to the three people in front of him in an unprecedented serious tone. He has buried this secret in his heart for nearly three years. It can be said that it not only changed himself for him A dream of life and destiny is also a dream that gives him countless choices.

It can be said that the source of everything he has now comes from this dream. Without this dream, Juan Diaz might have really become a fallen genius, and there will be no future—at least in Juan’s heart, he is Think so.

Therefore, even if it has been two or three years, even if he has been on the right track now, even if he has reached a height that others may not reach in a lifetime, he has not said this. thing.

Originally, he really wanted to bury this matter in his heart for the rest of his life. After all, he also knew that this matter was too supernatural, no matter who he told it to, they would not believe it.

However, Juan found himself still too young.

Although he wanted to bury it in his heart, there was a problem—Guti accidentally uttered a "hypothesis" that largely overlapped with his dream.

Juan was stunned on the spot, that's why he got caught by Raul. Otherwise, he wanted to keep covering it up and never tell the people in front of him, even Casillas and Eugenia and the others.

These people are very close people, but Juan also knows that if this matter is said, it will probably be regarded as a joke. Maybe when all of them are old in the future, he will be at the party as a joke. When I shared this incident with everyone, I used "I had a dream when I was young..." as an opening, completely as a joke.

At that time, the atmosphere must have been very harmonious and even warm.

Now he's telling the whole story, even with his eyes closed, waiting for the verdict, the trial, or the judgment of the people in front of him. After all, in his opinion, this news is too horrifying and moving.

...But how did that sentence come from?

Birds of a feather flock together.

Of course, there can be no human beings with normal thinking around Juan Diaz [no

So Juan, who was waiting to be criticized by everyone with his eyes closed, watched helplessly as Guti and Casillas, a hungry tiger, pressed him directly on the sofa under Raul's fingers.

"Wait?!" Juan struggled, "Why hit me?!"

"You were the one who hit you!!" Guti yelled and pressed down directly, and Casillas screamed: "Wait... Guti, you crushed me!!"

Raul didn't get involved, but just showed a smile that seemed even gentle. Seeing his smile, even Guti shivered subconsciously: "Juan, we believe what you said , although you have told nonsense with your eyes open not once or twice... But I still have to say, these things you said are still too much to beat!"

"It's not okay to tell the truth?!" Juan struggled for a few times, and suddenly screamed: "Who pulled my hair?! Can you stop fighting like a shrew?!"

At this moment, the Portuguese was very sad and indignant. He obviously confessed to these people with a heavy heart, and even prepared how to prove it, but the three people in front of him did not listen to his explanation at all. The meaning is to directly surround and beat him, and he will be completely confused when he comes up.

To be honest, in the 24 years of his life at this moment, Juan Dias is the first time he has been so overwhelmed by his brother. He even wants to make an "excuseme" expression with his hands spread to express his anger and anger. Surprised.

Especially when he didn't know who was pinching his hair just now, the Portuguese just felt his eyes go dark.

"Don't you have long hair just to let people stroke it a little..." Guti put down Juan's long hair in his hand with some guilty conscience.

The three of them quarreled together for a long time before letting go of Juan. Juan, who was always well-groomed and extremely docile all over his body, was disheveled and his hair was loose at this moment. He looked down at himself and sighed. : "Although it's not easy to say, but these are actually all facts..."

"I know." Surprisingly, Raul was the first person to say that he knew, and what surprised Juan even more was that Casillas also nodded at the same time: "I believe you too. "

"...you?" Juan opened his mouth.

"Don't be too moved," Guti waved his hands grinningly, "Although you often tell lies with your eyes open, at that time the devil's tail behind you couldn't hide it at all, even if you barely concealed it, you would be caught. Others can see your complacency. You like to see others dumbfounded and helpless, don’t you? But when you said this, you were emotional, and all the expressions didn’t seem to be fake. Obviously, what you said is true. It's true... As brothers, we still have this observation ability, don't worry!"

"What Guti said is exactly what I and Igor also want to say." Raul said with a smile. I remember how responsible my captain was, but at the same time, many people also forgot one thing.

Responsible, and sometimes can evolve into a cub-protecting one.

"Since this is the case," Juan took a deep breath, "Why do you still beat me??"

At this moment, he finally remembered why he felt the previous scene was so familiar... This is clearly because after Pengpeng unconsciously said something that shouldn't be said in the locker room, Juan himself broke down and directed everyone The scene of a gang fight was sent to him, and the similarity was almost [-]%.

And both sides are just joking... Thinking about it, Juan felt that he was really wronged.

"We said it." Casillas handed him a can of beer, and then shook the beer can in his hand: "Isn't it because what you said is too much to drink?"

"..." Juan was speechless, and finally he could only take a sip of beer and look up at the ceiling. "In this world, if you tell the truth, you will be bullied. It's really hard to be a human..."

"It's so rare that you would sigh like that?" Casillas patted his shoulder, and also smoothed a wrinkle on his body.

"It's not an exclamation, I didn't say that." Juan smiled, "We... I mean, there is a Brazilian guy in La Coruña named David Luiz. He used to often He was punished in various ways for committing suicide, and more than once or twice, when he was beaten by a group for saying something wrong, he would sigh like this."

"Thank you for realizing that you said the wrong thing." Raul sighed and laughed, "Although your dreams may have a real basis, but on the whole, it is simply a narcissistic nightmare, isn't it? ?”

"...a narcissistic nightmare?" Juan blinked, not understanding what he meant.

"It's really just a narcissistic nightmare." Guti added a sentence, full of complaints, "The world becomes a mess without you? To be honest, Juan, I thought you had already passed this old!"

"Actually, I've never felt so good?" Juan glared at him angrily, "It's just that my dream was really a mess..."

"I know, if that dream happened in reality, it would indeed be a mess." Raul sighed, "After all, it sounds like we are all miserable..."

"Yes, and Spain's future sounds quite miserable." When he said this, Guti's voice was obviously gloating.

"It's actually okay?" Juan thought for a while, and decided to hit his friends. "At least Spain will have the Laudner Cup and the Hercules Cup, right?"

"?!!!" The three of them jumped up almost at the same time, grabbing his arm excitedly, "When?!!"

"Huh?" Juan blinked.

"When did you get it?!" Raul said eagerly.

"Do you believe me again now?" Juan showed a weird smile. Obviously, the little devil's tail behind him was already ready to move.

"We have always believed in you." Casillas replied naturally, his eyes fixed on him: "So, when did Spain win the championship?"

"..." Juan opened his mouth and replied after a moment of silence: "Anyway, the World Cup is not this year."

"So who is this year's champion?" Guti followed up and asked.

"I won't tell you." Juan answered this sentence very simply.

"Let's see, what if it comes true!" Guti eagerly said, "Maybe I can buy football lottery tickets!"

"...Gambling is bad behavior." Juan reminded, then frowned and said: "And after all, it was a time without me, Portugal stopped at No.4, and Spain didn't have the current group of people, so the variables are still Pretty big."

"Yeah, there are still many variables." Casillas blinked, "So who should be the original champion?"

Juan did not hesitate: "Italy..."

"Italy?!" Several people said in unison, obviously a little surprised - they have been playing around until now, and it is their subconscious tacit understanding and brotherhood to face everything Juan said with such a relaxed attitude. The greatest support that can be given among them, but when they heard this answer, none of them were calm.

"Those guys from Italy... can they do it?" Raul frowned, "World Cup champion, this year's World Cup is not that simple, is it?"

"Which World Cup has been easier?" Casillas asked, "But I really didn't expect it. I thought it would be Brazil or Argentina... Anyway, it should be France, right?"

These two teams, Brazil and Argentina, have actually been favorites to win the championship for so many years, especially this year.

This year's Brazil can be said to be star-studded. The goalkeeper is AC Milan's Dida, and the defenders are also AC Milan's Cafu, Real Madrid's Cicinho, Roberto Carlos, and Bayern Munich's Lucio; In the midfield, Edmilson of Barcelona, ​​Juninho of Lyon, Emerson of Juventus, Roberto of Bayern, Gilberto of Arsenal, and Deportivo of Deportivo Kaka.

Forwards are even more luxurious, Barcelona King Ronaldinho, Real Madrid's Ronaldo and Robinho, Inter Milan King Adriano, Lyon King Fred.

Such a group of star-studded lineups can be called Real Madrid, the "galactic battleship" of the national team.

Argentina is also on par. They have Juan Sorin in the lead, Samuel, Burdisso, Sicaloni and others are waiting in the backcourt, and the midfield is composed of Riquelme, Aimar, Luis Gonzalez, Maxi and others are in control, and the frontcourt is even more shocking-Crespo, Tevez, Da Milito.

All of the above are the main players of the giants in the major leagues.

It is also worth noting that Argentina has a very surprising figure in the team this time.

Lionel Messi.

The Argentine teenager showed amazing talent as soon as he played, and it also attracted the attention of many people. Many people have even begun to compare him with Portugal's Cristiano Ronaldo. I feel that as long as the two of them don't die young, they will definitely reach the pinnacle of life in the future, and also bring a new round of vigorous vitality to football.

——Of course, in fact, there are quite a few geniuses in various countries at this time. These two people are just a little more prominent than other geniuses. In fact, it will take time to verify.

Is it a fleeting genius or an eternal planet.

Brazil's Kaka is not within the scope of this comparison, because football at this time actually compares people who have huge potential but have not fully realized it. In other words, these young players are not on the way to their peak Stepping forward, in fact at this moment they are still accumulating a lot of time.

And what about Kaka?

He has completed his accumulation and turned to stride towards his peak.

Everyone knows that at this moment he is in the most terrifying period of time for a Brazilian, and many people also feel that AC Milan is just like being kicked out of the head by a donkey, and they have almost completed such a team. The good seedlings were sent away.

But thinking about the financial situation of AC Milan, it seems to be understandable...

"France?" Juan showed a weird smile, "France is no worse than Italy, especially France has a terrible midfielder..."

The core of France's midfield is Zidane, and this boss is no ordinary boss.

Seriously, don't watch Juan be able to beat him a few times in the third game, that's because he knows him too well, and he and the boss just happen to restrain a midfielder like Zidane, and even if That's the case, he didn't settle for Zidane every time, every time he was frightened, he defended heavily, and even tried his best not to let Zidane touch the ball, which was considered a safe and sound way to get through the difficulties.

"To be honest, is France's lineup really too weak compared to Italy, Brazil and Argentina?" Juan asked.

"Of course!" The three said almost in unison.

"The midfield is actually fine. Brazil has Juninho Jr., Edmilson and Kaka. Although they tend to be more aggressive, there must be no problem in terms of organization." Raul is sure.

"Not to mention Argentina, we have suffered a lot with the combination of Riquelme and Aimar, and even if they don't play together, there is Gago... the guy from Deportivo I just hate it." In the end, Guti finally complained - when he was on the court in the past, he did not suffer from these three people.

As a qualified midfielder, a midfielder who should change his position halfway, Guti actually has a very good sense of attack, but the problem just came—his attack is indeed very strong, but Speaking of which, his defense is simply abysmal.

However, in the Argentine trio, there is only one Aimar who is not very good at defending, but at any rate, he can intercept and go down. Unlike him, he can almost only rely on his own eyes to defend.

... In this way, he may have a lot in common with the Italian midfielder!

Guti was thinking here, and it happened that Casillas said: "There is also Italy's midfielder Pirlo, I'm serious, France doesn't take advantage."

"As for the others, although there are people from other giants, but to be honest, Juan, compared with Brazil, Argentina and even Italy, is France's lineup very weak?"

The question was thrown back on Juan's head, and Juan's smile remained unchanged: "Since this is the case, let me ask you a question... In your opinion, do the more powerful players gather together, the better the team will be?" stronger?"

"Of course it is!" Guti said without hesitation, and then he was stunned - he found that the people around him were cold and didn't respond. "Igor, Raul, why don't you speak?"

"..." Raul looked at him helplessly and coughed lightly.

"If you have something to say, why are you coughing?" Guti felt even more strange.

Casillas looked at him, and after confirming that he was just unconscious, he finally sighed and covered his face, his voice was even a little ashamed: "...Think about our team."

"What's wrong with us?" Guti tilted his head and thought a little strangely, "Our Real Madrid... oh..."

Originally Guti wanted to say "what does our Real Madrid have to do with this matter", but after thinking about it, I understood.

The more powerful and famous players gather together, the more powerful they are?

So how do they explain Real Madrid?

Of course, this sentence does not mean that Real Madrid is not powerful, it is just that these three have a deep understanding of the chaos of the Galaxy Battleship over the years, and the three of them can only look at each other in silence.

"After all, you are players, and you haven't escaped the circle of players." Juan waved his hand, "Actually, it is also the perception of many people-the more stars, the better? That is not necessarily the case, maybe the actual situation is, The more stars there are, the more chaotic the team will be, right?"

"..." The Real Madrid trio felt pain in their knees again.

"And in fact, a team with more stars is more prone to some situations, such as... who is the core of the team, who is the main firepower of the team, and who is the main rhythm of the team?"

Juan spread his hands: "It's still those three teams, let's talk about it?"

The three looked at each other, and they rushed to speak: "The core of France is Zidane!"

"The main firepower must be Henry, who else could it be?"

"The main person with the rhythm must be Zidane, Makelele will not lead the rhythm, he has focused on defense for 100 years; Vieira is possible, but as far as I know, Vieira is very obedient to Zidane's command .”

"Italy don't have any disputes, right? Pirlo is the main pacemaker, and Inzaghi and Del Piero are the main attacking points... But I want to say that their main offensive points are a bit old? They are all over 30... "

"It doesn't matter! The core must also be Pirlo, at most there is a Gattuso around him?"

"Yes, yes, it's very difficult for these two to fight together!"

Seeing that they seemed to want to engage in heated discussions about Italy, "Juan's pre-determined World Cup champion", Juan himself couldn't stand it any longer, and asked coolly, "What about Argentina?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

The three were silent at the same time, and then spoke in unison.

"Core Riquelme!" This is Raul who is determined.

"Tevez in the frontcourt, or Crespo? I think Tevez is more likely." This is Casillas, as a goalkeeper, he is quite familiar with forwards-although the two He has never really fought.

"The person with the rhythm should be Aimar?" Guti blinded his eyes and directly chose a person who was most similar to himself to speak.

Casillas objected: "No way, can a rhythmic person be so weak?"

"Why are you weak?" Guti felt that his dignity seemed to be challenged together with Aimar—although he hadn't said a word to Aimar all this time, but at this moment, he felt that he was standing On Aymar's side. "You said Igor, am I also considered the core of Real Madrid during the game?"

"..." Casillas looked at him cautiously, "Do you want to hear me tell the truth?"

"I don't want to." Although Guti knew that his friend was joking, he still sternly refused.

"Since this is the case, let's analyze it scientifically," Casillas pointed out, "First, Aimar was recruited into the national team as Riquelme's substitute. Second, the Argentine coach also said , this year Riquelme can play as he pleases, 'as long as he likes'... Listen to this, is there anyone in the Spanish national team who has this kind of treatment? No!"

"At least one in Brazil..." Guti replied after thinking for a while.

"...Brazil is one?" Raul finally couldn't help but also said, "That's clearly a group!"

The Brazilian group is almost unorganized and undisciplined. They usually play very casually in the club, especially players like Ronaldo and Ronaldinho. When players of their level are in the club Basically, it's just a treatment - just kick it!

As long as they are in a happy mood and play happily, they can play whatever they want! !

Such a player has been spoiled in the club, and now it is taken to the national team?

Seriously, Juan isn't that optimistic.

Guti didn't seem to think there was any problem, so Raul sighed: "Guti, think about how Roberto Carlos and Ronaldo usually look in the dressing room..."

Guti thought about it for a while, and his face changed, and at this time Raul's voice also came slowly.

"No organization, no discipline, body radio in the team, gossip speakers, and a loose personality... There are at least eight such people in the Brazilian team."

"?!!" Guti held his head in both hands, showing a frightened expression, and then the fright on his face turned into a big gloat: "I'll wait to see the internal strife in Brazil!"

"Brazil has not had internal strife for so many years, and it will not happen this time, because Brazilians have such a personality." Juan sighed, "And this year Brazil has recruited a few small ones... I can no longer imagine that Brazil will how was it."

"So sure enough, France has a better chance of winning!" Guti resolutely decided, "I can understand if the top four are these four teams!"

"No. In fact, only two of the four teams I mentioned are in the top four, and that is France and Italy." Juan replied.

"What about the remaining two teams?" Guti asked.

Juan paused, showing a bright smile: "Guess what?"

"... Seeing you smile like this, I knew that there must be Portugal." Casillas sighed, patting him on the shoulder very fondly, "Really, it's really hard work for you, Juan. "

"...What?" Juan was a little dazed when he didn't get the effect he wanted.

"I'm serious, it's really hard work for you," Casillas continued, "Even in your dreams, you dare not think that Portugal can win the world championship."

Juan: "..."

Guti strikes while the iron is hot: "Yes, if I were dreaming, first Real Madrid would win a bunch of trophies, then Spain would also win a bunch of trophies, and then Real Madrid would reach the top of the world... Oh, speaking of it, you said before that Spain has Hercules Cup and Laudner Cup?"

"Yes, yes, but not recently." Juan replied bluntly: "And you are really daydreaming!"

"What does it matter if it's just a dream anyway?" Guti said carelessly that he didn't care about Juan's glaring.

"I still think that if there is a championship between Italy and France, I will choose France." Raul's brain circuit was a little strange, and he thought of this original topic again.

"France...you should do more research." Juan sighed, "France is really good. I'm serious. If there were no accidents, France's World Cup champion must be indispensable. You believe me."

"Accident?" The three looked at each other, "What accident?"

"..." Juan suddenly shut up.

"Why didn't you say it all of a sudden?!" Guti was dying of anxiety.

"I thought about it, it's better not to say anything." Juan said with a straight face, "Do you still remember how we treated people who spoiled the show when we were young?"

"...?" Several people looked at each other.

It was still Guti who was outspoken, subconsciously said directly: "Siege and beat..."

"That's right, there was a beating, and it was a legal beating on the court." Juan coughed lightly, "You guys are honest, is it a spoiler if I am doing this now? Are you going to do it later? Beat me up again?"

The three remained silent.

Indeed, if their world is a TV series, and all of them are the tasks in this TV series, the current Juan Diaz's ability to predict the future in a dream is actually equivalent to Have you spoiled the development of the following for them?

If this is the case, will it be boring to live the next life?

"I kind of know why you've been going around in circles since just now." Guti chuckled, "It seems that the three of us got scared when you were 'spoiler' just now?"

"..." Juan looked helpless, he finally understood why he had to be beaten up by three people just now.

To be honest, no matter who knows that their future is so miserable, they will be upset.

"But you also said, that was without you, what would happen now with you?" Casillas asked suddenly, "After all, talking to you, in fact, the dream and reality have changed a lot Local ones, such as Deportivo, many players, and us... If this is the case, the World Cup should not be like it used to be, right?"

"I don't know." Juan replied in a deep voice, paused, and as a supplement, he continued: "Actually, I also know why I changed the interpersonal relationships of everyone around me or saved the world. For a team, it’s not a big deal, for a really big deal, like the World Cup, my ability to influence is still very small.”

"No, nobody thinks that when you're on the pitch," Guti complained.

"Don't interrupt me!" Juan raised his phone, and his hand was already on the number 5 key. Guti was scared when he saw it—it was the shortcut key representing the boss.

"Although I have almost turned Deportivo upside down, but in fact, my influence on La Liga...do I have that much influence on the entire football world? No, I am just a small coach of a team , that's all, isn't it?"

"..." For some reason, the three people in front of them all showed hesitant expressions.

"Even if I have made a little change somewhere, it is because of the effect of the entire team and the entire club standing behind me. No matter how you say it, Deportivo is one-twentieth of the La Liga clubs. It caused a little splash... But now I am just an ordinary player, not even the main player of the team, how much change can I bring to the World Cup like this?"

"..." The expressions of the three became more complicated.

Guti opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but after glancing at the mobile phone in Juan's hand, he held back abruptly. Raul winked at Casillas desperately. Casillas was a little helpless, and finally spoke: " "Juan, I want to ask you something."

"What?" Juan blinked.

"Can you have a clear self-awareness about yourself?" Casillas almost sighed.

"I think my self-awareness is very accurate?" Juan thought for a while and asked confidently. "Is there something wrong?"

He was indeed a junior coach before, and now he is indeed just an ordinary bench player!

"...A small coach of a team caused turbulence and a tsunami-like discussion in the entire football world, and at the same time won the Triple Crown in his rookie season?" Guti finally couldn't help but speak to him "An ordinary player can be called back by the national team to continue playing after retiring for a year, and use the group match as a warm-up match?? With all due respect, even Raul does not have this treatment in the national team..."

Raul is already a core figure in Spain. It can be said that he is almost the representative of the entire Spanish national team. He does not have such a treatment. He still has to play obediently during warm-up matches, and sometimes sits on the sidelines in friendly matches. Sometimes you still have to play.

It turns out that this one is good... In the Portuguese national team, he has almost been doted on by their head coach without a bottom line, right? !

"I think it's okay?" Juan thought for a while and answered cautiously.

"Isn't it okay?!" Raul sighed and rubbed his temples. "I really want to say, Juan, your self-evaluation of yourself is really strange..."

"Have it?"

"Very good!" Guti laughed, "In the dream, you are so invincible, it seems like the whole world can't do without you, how can you define yourself with such a small sense of existence in real life? This is simply not enough. It looks like you."

"So I said that my dream was... oops..." Juan thought for a while, and found that he couldn't explain clearly, so he could only give up, "Let me be honest, I really don't have excessive self-awareness, and It’s not that I feel like I can’t do it all of a sudden, I’m just seeking truth from facts, really!”

"The pride in the dream and the inferiority complex in reality... Juan, there is something wrong with your psychology." Raul analyzed it seriously, "I think you may have to communicate with Igor about this matter."

"Raul!" Casillas suddenly became impatient for some reason.

"Don't look at me like that, Igor, don't you two need to communicate?" Raul raised his eyebrows and looked at him, then at Juan, who was a little confused, "Juan... He has always had a high IQ, but his EQ has always fluctuated. I suspect that all his EQ has been eaten by dogs in his life. Otherwise, it is impossible for you to know each other for more than ten years and have a good impression of each other for many years. Recently We've only been together for a year, haven't we?"

"... I suddenly feel that you seem to be saying that I have no EQ?" Juan narrowed his eyes.

"Emotional intelligence is quite high in normal times, but it's not necessarily the case when you're in a relationship." Raul glanced at him, not polite at all.

"Raul!!" Casillas felt that he should stop Raul from continuing, but he forgot that Real Madrid's first shot was not Raul, but Guti.

"Speaking of which, Juan, you should have a good talk with Igor. I think the two of you are very similar." Guti smiled, "Igor dreamed about you too?"

"Really?" Juan glanced at Igor unexpectedly, and his brows were beaming with joy—a smile almost overflowed from his brows and eyes.

Raul and Guti snorted almost at the same time, feeling that their hearts had already flown to La Coruna... It would be even better if they themselves flew there too, since staying here would be a big mouthful of dog food Life! !

"Yes." Casillas nodded resolutely, but he quickly wanted to change the subject: "But Guti, don't talk about me, don't you dream about the boss?"

"I've dreamed about it!" Guti replied confidently, "I've dreamed about it more than once, don't worry!"

"..." Casillas really had nothing to say about such a cheeky person.

"I also dreamed about Moro, don't look at me." Raul smiled and waved his hands, "This is a very normal thing, so it's normal for you to discuss it with Juan."

"It's not like you haven't dreamed about it before, right?" Juan beamed with joy, "I remember your dream before, and you were jealous!"

"Jealous??" Raul and Guti said in unison.

Wait, didn't Casillas have such a link when he talked about his dream with them before?And when they heard this dream before, did they have any relatives? ?

"...You don't want to mention this, okay?" Casillas wished he could bump his head to death here.

"What does it matter?" Juan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Then what did he dream about this time?"