football's most handsome

Chapter 132

The more Juan Diaz didn't say anything, the more the reporters wanted to know, but the more they wanted to know, the more they didn't know, and the tighter Juan Diaz's mouth was...

In this vicious cycle of scratching his lungs, Juan ushered in an unexpected visitor.

Igor Casillas.

To be honest, Juan was not surprised when he saw him appearing at the door of his house, and he might feel a little helpless if he had to say it.

——He knew that it was not easy for this person to hold back and come now, but can he say hello when he comes?

Or at least don't show up at his door in the middle of the night, right?Although in terms of the schedule of the Spanish people, this is still a relatively normal time for night activities, but after all, he is also the head coach of a team. According to the normal Spanish schedule...

cough cough.

Anyway, when Juan got up at night with sleepy eyes, he was almost scared to death by a little Spanish goalkeeper who appeared outside the door.

——Yes, outside the door, not outside the house.

Anyway, as a big hearted person, Juan was almost scared into a myocardial infarction, especially in the middle of the night, and he finally saw who the frightened face was before he went up and kicked.

"...So," Juan rubbed his swollen head, frowned and looked at the person in front of him: "You just came here in the middle of the night?"

"I'm just worried about you... don't move, I'll rub it for you." Casillas shrank his neck, but when he saw Juan's hand, he subconsciously stood up and replaced his hand Come to rub your forehead, "It's better to move your hands less."

Juan froze for a moment, and smiled helplessly: "My hand is really fine, it was just made when I broke free."

When he said this, Casillas was stunned, and at that moment Juan could even notice that his hands were trembling.

"Break free...?"

"Don't think so seriously." Juan gently held his hand.

Casillas has been a goalkeeper since his debut. He wears goal gloves all the year round, which makes the skin color of his hands relatively light, but even so, his skin color is still very healthy. Juan's hands are like carved white jade It is generally made with fine workmanship.

Almost a week has passed since that incident, and Juan's hands are not as amazing as they looked at that time, and the fine red marks spread on his hands with a strange sense of beauty.

"..." Casillas gently stroked his hand, little by little, one by one. "Are you..."

Juan knew what he wanted to ask, so he held his hand instead. Casillas was startled and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Juan still squeezed tightly and firmly.

"It's really okay, you don't know, I've been easily injured since I was a child." Juan sighed lightly, so in previous fights, even if he was not seriously injured, he seemed to be the worst one. Raul and the others were often scolded for this matter. "When they tied me up, I broke free and just ran away."

"Then what's going on with these injuries?" Casillas looked away from his face and couldn't help frowning.

"Those women wanted to hold me down, but I resisted." Juan answered very easily, and then pointed to the corner of his mouth, the wound was almost healed. "Speaking of which, this piece was bitten by someone..."

"?!!"

Casillas was directly confused, and opened his mouth: "Bite..."

"Yes." Juan nodded, "Do you want to disinfect me?"

"..." Casillas opened his mouth, not knowing what to say now.

Forget it, let's take action instead.

He leaned forward directly, biting the corner of Juan's mouth lightly, Juan raised his head, An An did not move quietly, Casillas raised his head and looked at Juan carefully, only to find that he frowned: " Uh, it hurts?"

"No..." Juan wiped his mouth with some hesitation, "I didn't rinse my mouth."

He just woke up in the middle of the night, suddenly frightened by Cassie, and then sat here talking to people without washing at all.

Casillas pulled his hand away without saying a word, and then bit down hard.

"Hiss..." Juan was in pain, but he didn't escape. He blinked and reached out to comfort his back, as if he was comforting a wounded beast.

"I'm sorry..." When the Spaniard let go, he whispered something, and Juan rubbed the corner of his mouth subconsciously.

Tsk, it broke again.

The person in front of him was still at a loss, why didn't he think about the consequences when he bit it off? "come here."

Casillas thought he was going to be beaten, and closed his eyes tightly, but Juan just reached out and wiped his mouth.

"?" He opened his eyes and saw that the person in front of him had sucked his thumb into his mouth.

Fingers like white jade, thin pale pink lips.

Casillas's head went blank for a moment, and Juan put down his hands unconsciously and stood up: "The disinfection is complete."

……

Igor Casillas, would love to explode right now, the kind of explosion that explodes in place.

"Speaking of which, you're going back to Madrid tomorrow morning, right?" Juan suddenly thought of something, looked back at him, and Casillas subconsciously replied, "Ah, no need... I'm on vacation tomorrow."

"In that case." Juan directly lifted the quilt and waved, "Sleep, go play at my place tomorrow."

"Where are you going?" Casillas was a little confused, but he took off his clothes and rolled in the quilt with peace of mind, and got in directly.

"Go to our training camp." Juan said lightly, and then "ah", "Speaking of which, we are going to hold women's football in Laco."

"..." What kind of jumping topic is this? ?

"So do you want to go see the girl with me?" Juan said very naturally, Casillas twitched the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help it.

"Shouldn't I say at this time, stay away from those girls?"

"Huh?" Juan blinked in surprise, "I thought you would let me stay away from my team members."

"What kind of logic is this?" Cassie wanted to pry his head open to see what was inside, "I'm serious, what's in your mind? You should just do whatever you want."

Casillas is not stupid. He still understands that his sweetheart is teasing him: "Also, I don't want to see the women's football girls at all. Just go and see Moro and Fernando."

"But Real Madrid haven't." Juan protested.

"...Then I don't want to watch it either!" Casillas was especially worried. Did this person just forget that he had an ex-girlfriend who was not only Miss Spain, but also a defender of the Spanish women's national football team?

Juan was directly suppressed by force and buried under the quilt. When Casillas thought it was all right, he poked his head out again: "Those two are Fernando..."

"You are so annoying!"

Casillas originally thought that he would have a sleepless night tonight, but smelling the cold fragrance on his body, he fell asleep without knowing it. When he woke up the next morning, he was still awake for a while. Unable to figure out what happened, it turned out in a blink of an eye that Juan was already calmly putting on his shirt beside the bed.

"I'll help you……"

Casillas struggled for a while, and Juan glanced at him: "I'm not dead yet, get up quickly, Fernando is almost here."

"Which Fernand... eh?!" Casillas widened his eyes, "Why did he come?!"

"Because," Juan put on his tie, and then returned him with a very calm expression, "I don't have a car."

"..."

Fernando Redondo raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw two people coming out of the house, but he calmed down after seeing who the person behind them was: "Igor."

"Uh, boss, excuse me." Casillas felt that he had committed a crime.

If you let the club know that you went to play in other clubs on the rest day, you will definitely be beaten to death, right? !

Surely they will be deducted wages, right? !

Redondo also considered Cassie's problem, and couldn't help asking on the way to the club: "What do you want?"

Juan showed a smile: "It's nothing, I was just thinking that our children might need a little pressure."

"You put enough pressure on us." Redondo looked in front of him, a little helpless, "There are Romario and Morientes on the front line, Belleron and me in the midfield, and Sorin on the back line. , They have already received a lot of care in the club."

"Yeah, now they know all the problems in the pitch and how difficult it is to shoot, but I still want to say...even if you steal the ball from the opponent's striker, manage to avoid the whole midfield, or even struggle. If you drop the defender, the shot will still not succeed."

Juan's voice is very relaxed, perhaps because he has been cultivated by the same policy since he was a child, and the high-pressure policy seems to be easy for him.

"In other words, if you ask me to go, you still have to be a coolie?" Casillas was particularly helpless, but even though he said so, there was no sign of complaint on his face. Redondo was in the rearview mirror. Glancing at him, he didn't feel it.

——To be honest, people who are in love basically can't think with normal rationality.

"Yeah, why don't we go and see the girls of the women's football team together?"

"Ahem..." Redondo and Casillas coughed together.

It's not that the women's football girls in La Coruña are not good-looking, but last year when even the men's football, which the club mainly operates, became like this, the women's football was even more bleak. After Juan took over, the women's football has also made great strides Although the development and progress of the men's football team is not as sweeping as the men's football team, it can be regarded as the middle reaches.

——But the question is, what's so good about him as a men's football coach in the women's football team? !

"Okay, I'm just going to talk to the coach of the women's football team about the sharing of resources between the two sides." Juan added, but after this sentence came out, the expressions of the two became even weirder.

What resource sharing? !

"Women's football doesn't get much attention, but I have to say that we have to pay a little attention to training and general physical fitness. There is no basketball club in La Coruña, so when we work hard on men's football, we must Work hard in women's football."

Having said that, Juan's tone was very relaxed: "It seems that I heard that they will play an away game against Barcelona in two weeks."

Oh……

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder Juan is so interested in women's football all of a sudden!

When I took Casillas to the training camp, everyone couldn't help but marvel.

People who have played in La Liga for many years know this little goalkeeper of Real Madrid. It can be said that they just watched Real Madrid's little goalkeeper vomit after being poured with the ball, and then grew up rapidly.

However, watching and facing the truth are two different things after all. Casillas has a unique trick, and he was still defeated by Raul and Guti.The four of Morientes and Juan took turns to give extra training, just to save penalties.

When he stood on the court, he was still a little unaccustomed. After all, he didn’t bring anything when he came here. Juan directly brought a set of equipment from Diego Lopez for him to use, and he stood there and jumped. After a few clicks, I'm still a little unaccustomed to it...

"Are you ready?" Juan smiled. Deportivo has not trained publicly for a long time, so there are no reporters on and off the court, and no one knows about Casillas' appearance here. Deportivo There are people with tight mouths.

Diego Lopez was also standing on the sidelines. He was a little nervous watching the situation in the court.

He knew how terrifying Igor Casillas was.

This person's goalkeeping ability is almost at the genius level, and he is also very hardworking himself. When training in the team, no one is willing to come one-on-one with him now.

No one knows how much pressure this person can cause if he stands in front of the goal.

"Diego, look up." Juan pinched his shoulder and pointed to the field.

"Igor Casillas... Spain's goalkeeper for the next decade, he's in front of you now."

"Either, beat him. Or, he has been under the pressure of his entire career and cannot lift his head."

"You're not one of those people who can only look up, understand?"

Diego Lopez nodded deeply, watching everything that happened on the court intently.

Casillas stamped on the lawn under his feet.

The grass in the Deportivo training camp is completely different from the lawn in Valdebebas, and the grass on both sides is not the same. He was not used to it for a while.

——It doesn't matter, let's treat it as an away game.

Casillas stood in front of the goal, raised his head, and subconsciously glanced at the edge of the field.

Juan Diaz was standing there, wearing a light training suit, it was hard to tell whether he was going to play or watch the game. Next to him stood Deportivo's current No. [-] goalkeeper Diego Lopez. No. [-] goalkeeper.

When his eyes shifted, he could only take a deep breath.

A row of people stood in front of him.

Juan Belleron, Juan Riquelme, Pablo Aimar, Fernando Morientes, Ricardo Quaresma, Javier Portillo, Hélder Postiga, Diego Forlán, Lionel Messi.

Most of them, he just met by chance. He has met in various European echelon leagues and the U21 World Cup in the past.

Of course, now that he has been transferred to the senior team, some of the people present are still his good friends.

—By the way, most of them missed his goal.

The Little Crazy Demon gestured to the sidelines, Juan nodded and whistled directly.

Belleron took two steps forward. He is Deportivo's penalty shooter, so he is also habitually the first to step forward.He naturally knows what his teammate of the national team is capable of, so there is no ambiguity when facing him.

Vereron's free throws are light and quick, and are very suitable for hitting high balls. For Casillas, free throwers like him are the most annoying.

- the first ball.

Is it Deportivo's shaming, or Igor Casillas' knocking on the mountain?

Juan Belleron stood in front of the football and held his breath for a while, then took a deep breath, took two steps back, and raised his foot to shoot straight!

With a "bang", everyone at the scene couldn't help but widen their eyes.

—— Casillas holds the ball out with one hand!

Although he is not good at golf, it is also a comparison when he is very good at other sports.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the football flew high above the ball frame, and Casillas rolled over on the spot, stood up and quickly entered the state again, and the focused look made people gasp.

The second person who stepped forward was Riquelme, the Argentine is a type that Casillas has never been in contact with. Riquelme looked up, then took two steps back.

"boom!"

Tooth-piercing voice.

Casillas didn't save the ball this time, he didn't even move and the ball landed just outside the goal.

Obviously, Riquelme wanted to try a shot from a tricky angle, but he kicked it without noticing, and the football hit the door frame and was bounced out.

Juan's face darkened.

Allen knew how to take two steps forward: "Extra training to shoot?"

"Twice." Juan nodded directly.

"..." Diego Lopez suddenly began to thank himself for not having to participate in such a game.