football's most handsome

Chapter 120 Laco's Way

Neither Juan nor Ferguson expected that Cristiano would still have the strength to score goals on the field.

Sir Ferguson originally planned to sit back in the coach's bench, but now he clenched his fists and jumped up on the edge of the court. His face was flushed and he looked as if he had won the championship.

Indeed, for Manchester United, this game has been a surprise.

Two goals were scored, ending Arsenal's unbeaten record. At the same time, most importantly, Cristiano Ronaldo, he did not become depressed because of his father's hospitalization, and even had a small outbreak. It can be said that this is Manchester United and The perfect Christmas gift Sir Alex ever received.

After the game, Sir Alex came to him and hugged him. Juan subconsciously bent down to hug the old man, but before he could react, he just felt his body lighten.

"?!!"

Juan was stunned on the spot, was he pulled out directly?

It would have been okay if he had just been dragged out. At first, Jason on the other side thought something had happened, and he was about to reach out to drag him back. Here they come, the Manchester United players who surrounded him from behind gave their strength, they surrounded him and rescued Juan's clothes from Jason's clutches... Although Juan was not happy at all.

——These people directly dragged Juan out of the auditorium.

Juan looked back subconsciously, and then realized that Jason might not be holding him back.

This person may have helped bring him out.

Although he doesn't know what's going on, Juan also knows that he must not struggle now, otherwise it will be really ugly if he falls to the ground all of a sudden, so he just stays tense. Fortunately, Manchester United's The players seemed to think that he was not fun because he was so stiff, so they just dragged him out, hugged him, and then parted away in a friendly manner.

Juan, who was hugged by the players one by one, has not recovered from his senses. He never expected that he would be dragged in from the stands and then hugged by all Manchester United...

Cristiano came over and buried his head in his arms. Juan subconsciously rubbed his head: "You are great."

"I know." The child in his arms replied with a sob.

Juan was a little dumbfounded for a moment, but he also knew that now was not the time to say anything else.

Cristiano was very worried about his father, but even so he still had to play. He brought Manchester United a victory, which has to be said to be a great thing.

He's only 19 years old.

Thinking of this, Juan's heart softened, and he subconsciously increased the force on his hand: "Chris, do you remember what I told you before?"

"Huh?" The child in his arms seemed to have forgotten, but he was still unwilling to raise his head. Juan knew that he was afraid of being seen by him crying.

"I once told you... Our goal is the Golden Globe Award, the World Footballer." Juan rubbed his head, "I firmly believe that you can, you know, Chris, for your Father, for your mother, for your family."

"I know." Cristiano wiped his tears, raised his head and said loudly, looking at those red eyes that looked like little rabbits, Juan patted his head with a smile, "Okay, hurry up and take a bath... you Are you going to wear this jersey for a while?"

"Do you want it?" Cristiano looked down, as if Juan would drag it down and give it to him as soon as Juan said he wanted it.

"No..." Juan struggled for a while, but decided to express his position directly with actions.

He stretched out the hand that was ravishing (.) on Cristiano's head just now, rubbed the front of his clothes twice, then wiped it carefully, and after a careful look, he patted the young general with satisfaction. Head: "Okay, hurry back to the locker room and take a shower!"

"..." Cristiano opened his mouth.

He wanted to cry again.

Seeing Cristiano rushing into the player tunnel without looking back, the smile on Juan's face couldn't stop.

"You bullied him again."

Juan turned back and smiled: "No, I just like him very much."

The person standing behind him was the Ferguson, who could be said to be the chief culprit who pushed him out of the auditorium, but Juan didn't think there was any problem at all.

"If you like him, you will bully him?" Ferguson thought for a while, then nodded, "You really have a good demeanor."

"You're joking." Juan stepped forward and hugged Sir Alex, "It feels so good to be at Old Trafford."

"I know you'll like it here." Sir Alex patted him on the back, "How's it going, do you like it?"

Juan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly: "My lord, you are joking."

"I'm not joking." Ferguson looked at the direction of the player's tunnel, and mysteriously pulled Juan into it. For a moment, Juan was a little dumbfounded: "Wait, Sir, this is against the rules... ..."

"Come on, don't you know?" Sir Alex sneered at the fake politeness of the man in front of him, "At Manchester United, I am the rule."

Juan was put all the way into the player tunnel like this. Ferguson was really greedy for Juan's young players, but he also knew that Juan would never sell those young players. After all, it took a lot to buy them back. How could it be possible to sell it after half a season?

However, he is still more interested in the mainstays in the team, but after he and Juan have been full of several names in a row, and he shook his head, Ferguson is also a little unhappy.

"Yes or no, you can just say if you want to list or not, what are you shaking your head for?"

Juan was a little helpless: "My lord, it's really not that I don't want to sell those people to you. I really can't... England needs a work permit to play football, and the rest is fine, Aimar?"

To be honest, with the tough guy style of the Premier League, let alone Aimar playing in the Premier League, Juan would not let him play just when he was playing against Premier League teams.

Ferguson waved his hand: "Forget it, I guess you don't have any players that I can fancy."

It's really nothing, Ferguson urgently needs a midfielder now, although Deportivo has a lot of midfielders, but take a closer look?

The players are soft, old, too young, too loyal, and unstable. It can be said that Deportivo has no players that Ferguson can use as soon as they get it.

If there was, there was only one Fernando Gago, but the Monseigneur didn't even think about it.

——In other words, as long as Redondo is around, he won't even think about those Argentines.

"Sorry." Juan smiled at Sir Alex, after all, he really can't help now.

"Okay, do you want to go to the locker room to see those boys?" Sir Alex suddenly remembered something, and asked, "I'm going to attend the press conference later, you wait in the locker room for a while, I'll take You go back."

"Okay." Juan nodded with a smile.

Speaking of the dressing room, in fact, he also misses the scene in the Manchester United dressing room where he would jump as soon as he saw him :D

But Juan didn't expect that after entering the locker room, there were indeed all kinds of nonsense, but there was a stunned face, and Juan turned his head and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Pique?"

It was indeed Piqué. This man stared at him dumbfounded, and he didn't know when he took off his clothes. He could only hold his jersey pitifully and subconsciously block his bottom.

Juan glanced at him, then turned his head naturally: "Hurry up and take a shower, and I will tell you about Messi later."

Upon hearing the news that there might be his own little partner, Pique's eyes lit up and he nodded fiercely: "How is Leo doing recently? I heard that he played in the previous game. I also specially found the recording and playback. Tell me, what's really good about him is..."

"Peak."

A deep voice sounded, and Gerald Pick froze immediately, then picked up his own things and rushed into the bathroom without looking back. Juan laughed while watching, and then turned to look at Kean.

"Roy, did you kill him?"

Roy Keane raised his eyebrows and thought for a while, then shook his head seriously: "No, I do this every day."

——That is to say, you are fierce every day?

Juan patted him on the shoulder speechlessly: "I told you, don't be so tense."

"Me?" Keen was taken aback and touched his face.

"Yeah, your expression is very tense right now, and it looks like you're a little... nervous." When Juan said this word, the entire Manchester United dressing room trembled subconsciously, and then looked at it reflexively. There was horror in his direction.

Brother, it's really not your Deportivo game today, so don't be nervous, okay?

"No, I just thought it's been a long time since you last appeared here." Keane said, then subconsciously glanced at his pants, "Also, even if you haven't appeared here for a long time, don't you Have you forgotten the dressing room rules of Manchester United?"

"I haven't forgotten." Juan smiled wryly and took out the vibrating cell phone from his pocket, "Three weeks of salary penalty..."

"Yes, three weeks' salary." Keane nodded, and said solemnly: "You can treat us to a meal with these three weeks' salary, and we don't ask too much, do we?"

"Not high?" Juan smiled wryly, looking at the people in the locker room who already had expectations in their eyes.

"My annual salary is 50 euros."

"..." The scene became quiet all of a sudden, and the corner of Scholes's upturned mouth gradually smoothed away.

"What's going on, didn't you just sign a new contract with La Coruña?"

Juan smiled: "Yes, after signing the new contract, the annual salary is 50 yuan, and before the signing, the annual salary is... 10 yuan."

The whole locker room fell silent. They looked at each other, not knowing what to say at this time.

How stingy is Deportivo?

Under the leadership of Juan, Deportivo La Coruña has been short of people from the beginning, and now it is the first in the half race. It can be said that only those who have experienced it know the gap.

Everyone can see how Juan Dias has performed as a club coach in the past half season. It can be said that Juan's salary is not worthy of his efforts and his current achievements.

Even being an assistant coach at Manchester United costs more money than being a head coach in Deportivo!

"Juan...you..." Scholes opened his mouth, but still didn't say the remaining words.

What's there to say?

This is Juan's own choice, and he also knows that things are definitely not that simple.

Sure enough, Juan said with a smile: "Although my salary is very small, at least in the club, I have the same voice as Ferguson, which is enough for me...not to mention, I have a club." 23% of the shares, so the calculation is not too bad..."

Well, now the Manchester United players completely withdrew the last bit of sympathy left on their faces.

What can I say?Now the entire Deportivo club can be said to belong to him. If he is happy, he will be the head coach, and if he is not happy, it is very possible to become the chairman himself.

...It's really possible if you think about it carefully! !

Juan was very calm about the not-so-kind eyes from the entire locker room.

He was right again!

When Pixie came out of the shower and wanted to hear what Juan had to say about Messi, he met Keane's eyes.The Spanish teenager was scared on the spot, and Juan held back a smile and watched him sit on the side without saying a word, how pitiful he looked.

He remembered that this kid was quite sloppy, probably he had been taught a lesson by the bosses in the locker room, otherwise he wouldn't have been so honest.

Maybe it started from Xia Mawei?

Juan was thinking casually while chatting with them. Cristiano rushed out of the shower, wiped the water and sat down next to him: "What are you talking about?"

Rio Ferdinand looked at his messy hair and couldn't help taking a deep breath: "Chris..."

"Huh?" The Portuguese subconsciously glanced at his senior.

"You, the foam on your hair hasn't been rinsed off..."

"..."

Cristiano rushed back to wash his hair again, Juan watched him all the way, held back his laughter for a long time and finally couldn't help laughing, a round of fancy ridicule towards Cristiano was set off in the locker room.

"He seems to be fine." Giggs said to Juan in a low voice. He is really a tough man with a heart that is far more delicate than his appearance. The Welsh people pay special attention to Cristiano. After all, he is His partner on the front line, Cristiano, is fine, and the whole team is at ease.

"Probably." Juan nodded. In fact, he wasn't sure if Cristiano was okay, but at least what he knew now was that this person had suppressed all the sadness and sadness.

He's learning to stand up like a fighter.

The Ferguson quickly finished his speech and called Juan out. When Juan came today, he followed Jason's car. Jason was still waiting for him outside at this time, but the Ferguson didn't seem to be in a hurry. , just patted him on the shoulder.

"I heard that you and Jason mentioned going to Spain to develop?"

Juan froze for a moment, nodded: "Actually, it should be going to Portugal."

"Is that so..." Sir Alex pondered for a while, "Jason's wife and son may not be willing to move."

"I know, so I'm just making a suggestion." Juan lowered his head. Regarding player transfers, Jason's records are not clean, but this does not mean that he is not a skilled agent.

And when it comes to dirty tricks, Jorge Mendes knows how to do more than Jason, but he's a bit smarter and won't let people get caught.

What Jason did was really unwise. He almost killed his father and the whole of Manchester United.

The lord was silent for a while, then sighed: "Let him make his own decision, he is not a child anymore."

Juan nodded.

On the car back, Juan and Jason avoided all topics about the two of them in a tacit understanding, but talked about this winter break.

"Ah, I really envy you La Liga, the winter break is so long." Jason complained, and took a deep breath, "But now I don't care about the winter break..."

Seeing that Jason was about to fall into depression again, Juan couldn't help coughing twice: "Don't be like this, why don't you talk about other topics?"

At the beginning, they talked about how the clubs would perform during the transfer period. It would be bad if they became sad all of a sudden. Christmas is coming!

"Okay, let's not talk about me." Jason waved his hand, "How is Laco doing?"

Jason clearly understands that Juan Dias is almost the owner of half of La Coruña, and the words from his mouth are basically [-](.) [-] to [-], of course he will not be so boring to put these things Tell the media that he actually has a bad relationship with all the media right now.

"Laco..." Juan thought for a moment, then waved his hand, "That's all."

That was indeed the case. At the beginning of the winter break, Juan directly listed the two Greeks, and soon they all found the next one.

Although Basinas said that his performance in the club was unsatisfactory, at least he has a calm playing style, clear thinking, and full of murderous spirit. It can be said that if he has not gotten along with him, he does not know what his nature is at all. There are a group of clubs in the middle and lower reaches to make offers.

Just two days ago, Basinas was attracted by the offer from La Liga Mallorca and quickly agreed to sign. Before Juan came out, he had already started packing his things and preparing to move out.

And Zagorakis has gone far to the Premier League. Leicester City has taken a fancy to the 33-year-old striker. They think he can still play his remaining heat here.

Together, these two people have indeed sold for 1000 million, and Deportivo has 3000 million available for this winter break.

This is already a lot of money, especially considering that the average team actually spends less than 3000 million during the summer transfer period.

——There are many goals for Deportivo now, but there may not be a few who can come.

When he returned to Ferguson's house, Juan subconsciously looked down at his mobile phone, his pupils constricted for a moment, and his breath became cold all over his body.

"What's wrong?" He couldn't help asking, Juan took a deep breath, closed the phone, and looked up.

"Real Madrid have listed Morientes."

"Morientes?" Jason was taken aback for a moment, then realized, "He... your friend?"

"Yes." Juan fumbled for the phone and smiled, but the smile looked cold, "I'll make a call."

"With Mendez?"

"Yes." Juan nodded, turned and walked aside.

He really didn't expect that Real Madrid actually listed Morientes directly for sale during the winter break, and he only came back for one season!

And the terrible thing is that Morientes will definitely not be bought by any La Liga team, because this is Real Madrid's usual trick.

In every game against Real Madrid, Morientes directly defeated Real Madrid. Real Madrid absolutely does not allow such a person to appear in a team that meets twice or more every season.

But can it really do what Real Madrid wants?

"Jason, do you want to know how to buy an impossible person?"

Juan showed a smile at Jason, no matter how malicious that look was.After staying at Ferguson's house for a few days and staying with Cristiano for a few days, Juan hurried back to Spain. The first reason was that he still had to deal with the transfer of players. The second reason was that because……

Christmas.

His Christmas, no matter what, is still going to be spent.

The last Christmas was spent at Sir Alex's house, but this time, it was spent at his own home.

The people in La Coruña specially held a pre-Christmas dinner. They were a little young, so they didn’t drink much. They had dispersed before midnight, and another person came to accompany him in the middle of the night. live together.

Seeing that person hovering at the door, Juan couldn't help laughing again.

"Why don't you go in, didn't I give you the key?"

Casillas scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I saw that the lights were not turned on at home, so I thought you were already asleep."

"What if I really fell asleep, and you just turn around like this?" Juan shook his head, really not understanding why his little friend was so stupid.

Casillas bit his lip and just smiled. Juan lost his temper because of his laughter, and he grabbed someone and walked home.

Both of them had eaten here, and Casillas still sneaked away in the middle of the night. His parents didn't seem to know about it. Upon hearing this, Juan couldn't laugh or cry.

"Can't you just say hello?"

"If I had said hello, I would have called you over," Casillas muttered while shrinking into the quilt, "then there is no way to be alone."

Juan thought it made sense when he heard it: "You are still thoughtful!"

Casillas didn't know why he felt a little stuffy, so he stretched out his hand and pressed Juan into the quilt: "Are you a fool?"

"???" Juan tried his best to look at Casillas from under the quilt, but failed.

"Nothing..." Casillas turned over.

Did he come here specifically to find abuse? !

Why is this person's brain not working at all times!

Casillas is still gasping here, and Juan pokes him cautiously.

"Igor?"

Casillas didn't move.

Juan thought he was just falling asleep, so he tried to lie down as quietly as possible.

After a long silence, just when Juan felt that he was about to fall asleep, the people around him spoke in a low voice, almost inaudible.

"if……"

Juan subconsciously wanted to look in the direction of the people around him, only to hear him continue: "If you fall asleep, I will sneak in and either sit by the bed and watch you all the time, or be bolder and secretly kiss your face , and then lie down next to you to sleep, and when you wake up, you can see you."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Juan moved.

Casillas didn't seem to expect that Juan wasn't asleep, and almost jumped up in shock, that is, Juan moved swiftly, and slapped him back into the quilt with a slap.

——How did you say that sentence?

If you don't believe me, look up, who will the heavens spare!

Now it was Casillas' turn to be pinned under the quilt and unable to lift his head, but before the Spaniard had time to struggle, Juan breathed a sigh of relief and left his hand.

Juan rubbed the messy hair on his head, then bent down and kissed it.

No more cheeks.

After a quick touch, before Casillas could react, Juan had already got back under the quilt, leaving only his head: "Okay, let's stop making trouble, we have to go to Moro and the others tomorrow, hurry up!" sleep."

"But, you, I..." Casillas stammered, and Juan looked up at him.

"We are looking for Moro to talk about the transfer. We will go to him after Christmas, and then we will play together. He and Raul must be together on vacation."

"I know it's for the transfer... I also know that you have set your target on Moro for a long time," Casillas said helplessly, "but can you not get so close to me?"

"Don't worry about the details :D"

"..."

Casillas deeply suspected that God created Juan Diaz to test him specifically.

Which side is more important, rationality or emotion, or in other words, should I be depressed to death first, or strangle this depressed sweetheart first...

Casillas originally thought that he would suffer from insomnia tonight, but in fact, he slept very deeply without dreams all the way.

Because what he wants is by his side, he has nothing to do in his dreams.

The next day, Juan and Casillas set off together to look for Raul and Morientes. The two of them seemed to know that Juan was looking for them, and they didn't run too far. They were still at a similar latitude. Considerable place to meet.When Juan and Casillas appeared together, they didn't find it strange at all, and waved their hands directly: "Yo, here we come."

"Surfing?" They don't need any politeness at all, no matter how long they haven't seen each other, they are like friends who just separated yesterday, and they can start talking by rolling up their sleeves.

Raul nodded with a smile.

He and Morientes, the twin stars of Real Madrid, both have half-length hair, which is wet on the shoulders by the waves, and the honey-colored skin is gradually left by the sea water. If it is not for the shorts, it will destroy the beauty. These two people are like gods in Greek mythology.

"I thought you were going to bring Guti with you."

Speaking of this, Juan was a little surprised: "He didn't even tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Raul was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Casillas, both of them saw blankness in each other's eyes. "Where did Guti go to play again?"

"Guti went to watch eagles in the Pampas." When Juan said this, Raul's eyes flashed immediately, and he immediately reacted. There is no doubt about it, as if it has already been known.

Juan looked at the expressions of the two people in front of him, then looked at Casillas beside him, and finally understood what EQ is better than EQ, the irritating EQ.

At that time, he had a full 5 minutes to react...

"That's really congratulations to him." Raul smiled easily, "After so many years, he finally got what he wanted."

"It seems that basically everyone is still developing in a good direction." Morientes said with a smile, but as soon as he said this, several people at the scene looked over, "Uh, what's wrong?"

"Emotionally, most of them are developing for the better, but at the competitive level..."

Morientes smiled and remained silent, saying nothing.

There was not even a hint of uncertainty about the future on his face, and everyone at the scene knew that this was a kind of confidence.

A kind of confidence and confidence that no matter where and in what club, he can find his own position, so Morientes is not afraid of being sold at all.

The only thing he was sad about was that he and Raul had to part again.

"I heard that Real Madrid is closer to Monaco now." Juan hinted, and Morientes nodded calmly: "Yes, if there is no accident, the official announcement may be made in two days. Sorry Juan , you are late."

"Really?" Juan smiled. "Moreau, let me ask you...Which do you choose between La Liga and Ligue [-]?"

"Of course it's La Liga." Morientes blinked in surprise, "But you Laco, I guess Real Madrid won't sell it."

"It doesn't matter, you just need to tell me how you feel about La Coruña." Juan raised his eyebrows and looked into his eyes seriously.

"Do you think Deportivo is a team that can join? Do you think Deportivo is qualified to win the championship? Do you think Deportivo can allow you to achieve what you want to do?"

Morientes was silent for a long time.

"Monaco..."

"You don't need to think about it there, answer my question."

Among the few people who played together, Morientes was the most gentle one, Raul was black-bellied, Guti was firecrackers, Casillas was good at making love, and Juan was sharp.

It can be said that he was the one who made up his mind the fastest among them.

"I think Deportivo is very good." Morientes finally said, "Not only because you are the head coach of Deportivo, but in fact, Portillo's performance this season is what all of us are watching. Now, there are a lot of young people in Real Madrid who are ready to move."

"Javier Portillo played it, why shouldn't they play it?"

Juan looked at Raul, and the captain of Real Madrid nodded slightly, proving that there is indeed such an ethos in Real Madrid and Castiari.

"So now, many people want to go out for a break, Laco is not good, there are other places..." Morientes took a deep breath, smiled and looked at Juan, "You may not believe it, take the initiative I was the one who offered to sell it."

Juan didn't show a surprised expression, but just nodded, and now Morientes was a little interested.

They have played together for so long, of course they all know each other very well, and Morientes is a person who can do this kind of thing.

His performance in this year's European Cup is not very good, and it is very likely that this will be his last European Cup.

Raul is the hope of the Spanish national team, but Morientes is likely to become a victim.

And the only way to avoid this from happening is to keep your competitive level above a very high level.

Real Madrid can't give him a chance.

Deportivo can.

"But, I really can only say sorry, Juan, Monaco has..." Morientes opened his mouth.

His phone is vibrating.

Juan in front of him was still looking at him peacefully, as if they were chatting normally, and he didn't seem to notice his choked up voice just now.

Morientes looked at Juan, then at Raúl, and answered the phone tremblingly.

The person on the phone was his agent's father.

"Son, the deal between Monaco and Real Madrid is done!"

Morientes smiled hard at the people in front of him: "My father said that Monaco has reached a deal with Real Madrid... I am now a Monaco player."

"It's okay, I will visit you often in the future, just like before." Raul immediately comforted him, and Juan just sighed.

"Why don't you listen to your father go on?"

Morientes was taken aback: "Continue?"

On the phone, his father was still too excited to stop.

"But this morning, Deportivo made an offer to Monaco... Monaco also accepted Deportivo's offer!"

"..." Morientes opened his mouth in disbelief.

"Moreau? Son?"

On the phone, his father continued to harass him: "Son, listen to me, Deportivo offered Monaco 2000 million to buy you. Monaco didn't agree at the beginning, but Deportivo added 500 million. That’s why you’re willing to let go! If you want me to say, you should agree, isn’t Juan your good friend?!”

"Dad, I have something to do here, can we talk about it later?" Morientes interrupted his father.

"Uh, well...then you give me an answer as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Morientes took a deep breath and looked at the person who was still smiling in front of him.

"You lunatic..."

Juan Dias didn't care about this title, he just looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"How about it, do you want to come?"