football's most handsome

How can an average 24-year-old football player have so many choices?

Most people are working hard for the position of the main force. It can be said that that time is relatively the happiest time. After all, there is only one road in front of them, and they just need to keep staring ahead.

Sometimes having too many choices is not a good thing.

However, Juan only hesitated for a while before showing a smile. After replying to Anthony with "it depends on your mood" indifferently, he also answered the same answer to several other people seriously, thinking about what they might have. After expressing his expression, he was amused for a while, until Nani who was sitting on the side looked at him with terrified eyes, then restrained himself, and then continued to look down.

He didn't expect so many people to pay attention to a game. He sorted out the types of text messages he received a little bit carefully, and he couldn't help but want to smile after a closer look.

The group in Argentina is relatively calm. From Redondo to Messi, the group of people is full of inexplicable calmness, and every message they send is very simple.

"Looking forward to the day of the match." "Looking forward to the meeting." "Looking forward to the duel."

This is the same meaning over and over again, and Juan needs to expand the sentence into "I have watched the game and played very well, which brought me a lot of pressure, but also brought me a lot of motivation. Looking forward to meeting Portugal, preferably in the final"...

Thanks to this group of Argentines with simplified language, his extended sentence is really getting better and better :)

Compared with the conciseness of this group of Argentines, their good neighbors, the Brazilians, are much more enthusiastic and enthusiastic. They can form a pair of antonyms with the Argentines.

... These people are chatterboxes in capital letters.

Ju An, who had just finished the extended sentence, never expected that he had gone through a 90-minute battle and would have to do grammar exercises in the car later.

However, compared to the implicitness of the Argentines, the words of the Brazilians are still well refined. Most of them are warm greetings and greetings mixed with praise, and finally the eternal theme: "I look forward to the day when I can compete! "

Of course, there were a few who joked that it was best not to run into them, but Juan certainly wouldn’t take it seriously—these guys are all ambitious, and they want to run into whoever is stronger, although it is estimated that their The fans hope that they can meet the weaker teams all the way, and finally walk to the championship position... Of course, this is also the wish of most fans.

The only one that is more complicated is the text message from David Luiz. Puffy’s brain circuit is probably different from other people’s. Anyway, when Juan extracted the specific content from his many words and emoticons, he felt that his head was a bit confused. pain.

...This little brat, can you talk properly?Obviously the content is not much different from others, why can the number of words be twice as much as others? !And it’s inexplicably very visual, just looking at his text messages, you can imagine that person smiling in front of me with a mouth full of eloquence...

To Juan's surprise, Romario also sent a congratulatory message, roughly meaning "boy, you are very good, with the demeanor of my youth", Juan couldn't help but smile, and gave the lovely senior a very stupid answer: "Don't be a big brother, you were not as good at defense as I was when you were young!"

In fact, the two sides of Brazil and Argentina are already considered good. When Juan opened the news about the group of people in Spain, he wanted to cover his face as if he didn't know these people.

... Really, too exaggerated!

After all, Juan has been growing up in La Liga, so this group of people must be more familiar, so the jokes are more casual, a group of people are flamboyantly touting Juan, as if everyone has become a player after a game. Hu Chui, words like "Number One!"

...It's really, a little too exaggerated, right? !

Of course, there are also clear streams among them, such as Guti, who indeed praised Juan greatly, but at the end, he also emphasized very seriously, "It's only a little worse than Fair!"

Juan thought about it carefully, and this might be the highest level of compliment that Guti could give, so he felt at ease, and after thinking about it, he replied, "I wish you a good night."

To be honest, at this time, he really wants to block the existence of such a loving person!And there are two people over there, one has retired, and the other has no national team competition, so don't take it too easy! !

Guti's call came quickly, and Juan could feel the heat on the face of the opposite person just through the phone, and the golden wolf of the Bernabéu roared on the other end of the phone: "Juan Diaz!!! "

"Calm down Guti, if you break into the hotel and beat me now, you will be arrested." Juan coughed lightly and laughed.

Guti obviously knew this too, so after thinking about it, he took out his "killer weapon": "You wait for me!"

Juan almost laughed out loud: "Understood...you guys have fun, and say hello to the boss for me."

Until he returned to the hotel, Juan felt that something was wrong. He turned and stared at the phone for a while, squinted his eyes and went through all his text messages again, only to be 100% sure——

Casillas didn't message him! !

without!have!hair!remove!interest!

If it is normal, he can still understand, but why is there no news today?

Spain did not watch the game?Or because they had a game the day after tomorrow, so the phone was confiscated?

...Impossible, if the whole Spanish team didn't watch the game, are those people who come here to brag about him in the text message that he is a fake Spanish national team player?

Juan held his cell phone with a gloomy expression, which startled Nani.

No, Juan was in a good mood when he got off the car!And he was obviously very happy receiving text messages and making phone calls all the way, why is he suddenly unhappy again?

Na Xiaoni couldn't figure out Juan's mood. In fact, he was also shocked by his roommates. Obviously, Portugal's miraculous performance on the court today was at least half of the credit for the people in front of him. Nani saw it for a while. His eyes were full of longing and awe.

Bullish!

However, Juan's expression was very calm at this moment, and he looked very calm, but Nani could tell it abruptly from the action of him putting down the phone.

This person... is in a bad mood right now!

"Well... Juan, do you want to take a shower first?" Nani asked cautiously, and Juan paused and nodded: "Okay."

He also knew that it was useless for him to think too much at this time. He would go to take a bath first and then call Casillas directly.

To be honest, Juan is a little unhappy... although only a little!Um!

But when he was wiping his hair and sitting on the balcony to make a phone call, the movements of his hands paused, and then he quickly picked up the phone.

The phone did light up for a moment, but it wasn't an incoming call.

Juan opened the text message with some surprise - generally speaking, shouldn't he make a phone call at this time?Why is it downgraded to SMS?

Igor: I want to hide you.

...?

Juan was taken aback for a moment, he was a little confused about what his own Xin Shuan was thinking.

What is this for?

Juan made a phone call without stopping at all, almost the moment he dialed, the other party picked up.

There was a brief pause on both sides. Juan frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but Casillas quickly said, "Congratulations, Juan!"

"???" Juan opened his mouth, wait, the tone seems to be different from what he imagined! ?

"Uh, I'm okay..." Juan said slowly, he began to think about why this happened-in fact, it was easy to guess, he had already thought of the possibility of someone on the other side.

"Then what, we will have a game the day after tomorrow." Casillas' voice sounded a little hectic, and he was a little confused when he spoke. Juan narrowed his eyes and continued to listen to him speaking slowly. "I want to say, do you want to give me some advice or something?"

"Suggestion?" Juan wanted to laugh, "You just need to be yourself, the Spanish group are trustworthy partners, aren't they?"

To be honest, he had already heard snickers and a lot of praise from the other end, although they were all in a low voice.

Juan now seems to understand why Casillas did not send him a message—it is worth mentioning that Raul did not send him a message either. Juan began to recall the extent of Raul’s black belly and found that if he wanted to In terms of things, Raul is definitely not weaker than him.

...It is indeed not weaker than him!Anyway, Juan felt that he was not as good as him in comparison. After all, Juan thought he hadn't done any major things for so many years.

Not like Raul!

He has beaten everything he can!

All kinds of fights!All kinds of table shooting!

There are Guti, Juan, the alien Ronaldo and many other people whose names can be counted. He has even photographed Florentino's table, and more than once, he can be called the first roaring emperor of Real Madrid. He said that he almost had a fight with his own coach Aragones before... At first, Juan thought he had heard it wrong, but later even Casillas admitted that Juan was willing to bow down.

Should he say something, is it a good thing that he didn't have any players who were willing to challenge the authority of the head coach when he was coaching?

To be honest, Raul doesn't look like such a cruel person at all, but Juan is very clear that since he is someone who can be favored by Fernando Redondo, he will not be an ordinary person.

... At least in terms of bad temper, Raul and Redondo are still very similar.

Of course, Raul must be tough when it's time to be tough, and this one is absolutely unambiguous when it's time to be black-bellied.

Like this time?

Juan couldn't help laughing. He and Iker Casillas had a tacit understanding, and after thinking about it for a while, he roughly understood the scene over there.

——A group of people surrounded Casillas, including Raul, and Casillas dialed the phone tremblingly. Because of his "weak" acting skills, he was a little confused when he spoke, but in reality It was also reminding Juan that someone was actually here, and judging from how well Juan knew him, this was almost an explicit indication.

Raul on the side understood, but he didn't say anything and continued to watch the fun.

The captain of the Spanish team ostensibly wants to see the fun of Casillas and Juan, but in fact he absolutely just wants to see the stupidity of a group of his own teammates in front of him.

...But those people are probably asking for trouble.

Juan pursed his lips and smiled, and decided to cooperate with his sweetheart and friends, even though he still doesn't know what these two people want to do.

"Yeah, a good group of teammates, but I still miss the time when we were together...I miss you Juan."

"...Your teammates won't be happy if you say that?" Juan opened his mouth—wait, why did this guy suddenly hit a straight ball?

Soon he understood that this was actually a game of his sweetheart. Casillas answered smoothly as if ignorant: "No, they are all here..."

Most of the wailing voices on the other end of the phone were saying that Casillas really didn't know how to cooperate, and that he revealed his secrets so quickly, Juan laughed so hard on this end that he almost burst out of breath.

"It seems that you are not nervous at all, and you even called to tease me." Juan said with a smile, "It seems that you are very relieved of your opponents in the group stage?"

"That's right, we will be fine in the group stage." Casillas replied with a smile, "Although it won't be as crazy as you guys."

"Our side..." Juan opened his mouth, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "It's an accident on our side."

There was booing on the other end of the phone, and Juan smiled and listened to their messy talk, and finally Raul said: "Okay, since the prank failed, let's go back, whoever brought the card ?”

"Oh—captain, I didn't expect you to be such a captain!"

"Playing cards my love!"

"Come, come, let you see what a real gambling king is!"

Both Casillas and Juan maintained a tacit silence, waiting for the people outside to leave, until finally Raul turned around and said: "Okay, you go ahead." Then closed the door, the two Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Raul's idea?" Juan asked with a smile, and Casillas sighed and nodded: "Yeah, I don't know what he thinks, but I have to say that I have to come to such a show... ..."

"That fox... just leave him alone." Juan cursed with a smile, and then asked casually, "By the way, you started the message you sent me?"

"Oh, it's also part of this." Casillas replied very naturally, Juan laughed, and said with a smile: "Lie."

Juan knew Casillas too well. He knew exactly what this man was thinking, and he also knew whether this man was lying or acting.

It's like being able to get to the opposite point as soon as you answer the phone, he is still very keen to distinguish whether this person is lying or not.

Casillas was silent for a while and smiled: "I was discovered by you...the sentence is indeed true."

Juan teased: "What, are you jealous?"

What he didn't expect was that the other person actually answered very seriously: "Yes."

Juan was at a loss for words—he could tell that the words were indeed serious.

Casillas spoke very fast: "I want to hug you, I want to hide you, there are so many people in the world, I think you just look at me... That's it, goodbye!"

"Igor???" Just as Juan yelled, the phone on the other side hastily hung up. Juan opened his mouth and looked down at the phone in silence.

...Is he, shy?

Juan laughed and shook his head.

After Nani came out of the shower, he didn't see his roommate. He was already used to this situation. After all, his roommate didn't know why he always liked the location of the balcony, but it has to be said that he could see The starry sky outside is still very pleasant.

Nani agrees that this is a good habit, but he doesn't usually stay on the balcony - he would rather go and play with Cristiano at this time, even if Cristiano and Figo live together, causing nothing Can't play, but at least he can bring people to Juan to play!

Juan basically doesn't care what his roommates do, he just needs to stay on the balcony!

But today, after Nani came out of the shower, he wanted to drink a glass of beer. Of course, this was not allowed, so he decided to find someone to drag him into the water.

Who could be better than Juan Diaz?

So he opened the balcony door immediately, wanting to ask Juan if he would like a cold beer, but he was stunned when he opened the door.

There is a small round table and a chair on the balcony.

Juan never sat on a chair, he just stood casually leaning against the edge of the table, his movements were indescribably chic, Nani felt a little envious every time he saw it.

...The advantage of long legs! !

When I opened the door this time, Juan was still quietly leaning on the edge of the table and looking up at the starry sky, his long hair was casually let down, and Nani sighed in his heart countless times, how much better this hair would be on a woman. My heart was pounding, it was too wasteful to put it on such a cold man like Juan.

But today, all the cold breath on Juan's body faded away, and Nani almost froze when he came in with his head.

The flames of war are raging, and the passion is June.

The young king of Portugal stood peacefully in the night, looking up at the starry sky above his head, exuding a sense of tranquility all over his body.His lips were pressed against the phone, soft and tender, as if he was kissing his lover.

"What's wrong?" Juan was the first to discover him, and turned around to ask.

"Then what... would you like a cold beer?" Nani scratched his head and asked.

In the next few days, I don’t know if it was because of Portugal’s stimulation. Brazil also beat their opponents lightly during the game, but compared to their gorgeous lineup and scenes, the score did not seem to be so on the stage—1:0, completely It's just a score that is not very guaranteed. If Croatia worked a little harder, it might be a draw.

For such a scene, many people are a little surprised. After all, Brazil is the favorite to win this World Cup, and it is still the biggest favorite!Compared with Argentina, where many stars were not selected due to political factors in the team, Brazil's lineup can be said to be a complete victory.

Brazil has a fantasy quartet of midfielders, their fantasy midfielders form a terrible lineup, and Brazil's high-profile public broadcast training-although this also brings them huge income, it seems to have a lot of influence.

For example, there is a very handsome guy in the Brazilian team. He looks more handsome and also more eye-catching among the group of "crooked melons and dates" in Brazil.

However, Juan was not that surprised by Brazil's decline in this game. After watching the live broadcast of Brazil's game against Croatia, he began to wait, but received a call four or ten minutes later.

——From Kaka.

The two of them are really good at chatting, and they really talk about everything, even about the team.

Therefore, when Kaka asked very directly, "Juan, I don't know what's wrong with us, we were all fine at the beginning", Juan couldn't help smiling: "You want to be honest?"

"Of course." Kaka was amused by him. "Of course I want to listen to the truth. Just tell me what you can tell us... Our head coach won't tell us."

——The head coach of the Brazil team is Pereira, who once led the Brazil team to win the championship, but in terms of personality, he is indeed the type who will talk to the players.

Especially about the bad side of the team.

Regarding this point, Juan agreed: "Then I will say it directly, don't be angry."

"Tell me." Kaka smiled.

"I think... this is your chance." Juan said word by word.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while before the slow voice of the Brazilian came: "Mine?"

"Yes, yours." Juan nodded—even if he knew that the person opposite him couldn't see at all. "Brazil said it has a strong attack power... In fact, the lineup is seriously aging. The alien Ronaldo is all over the game, Ronaldinho is out of shape, and Adriano is invisible most of the time. Where does the attack power come from? ?”

Kaka was silent for a while, then hesitated: "You mean... no, we won the Confederations Cup very easily."

"What is the Confederations Cup?" Juan laughed.

The Confederations Cup is actually regarded as the outpost of the World Cup, and the organizers and FIFA can also use this to inspect the various conditions of the host country's venue, transportation, and coordination.Of course, most of the world's top teams don't pay much attention to such an event. For them, this is similar to a friendly match.

The Confederations Cup started in 05. At that time, Juan was still coaching and failed to catch up with the game.

——It is worth mentioning that the trophy is made in the shape of the World Cup. FIFA defines the Confederations Cup as an international event second only to the World Cup.

Of course, the actual level of emphasis is another matter.

What is the Confederations Cup?For their first- and second-tier echelons, this is a trophy for a friendly match!