football's most handsome

Chapter 174 The Tragedy of a Cup of Wine

After the game, Allen had only one reaction.

He looked at Juan who was applauding calmly beside him in horror, his head was about to explode.

... Is this a strategy for the situation or a crow's mouth? !

What Juan said actually became what he said. Deportivo was indeed restrained in the midfield, and it was indeed in a hard fight-the most important thing.

They really beat their opponents 4:2!

For a moment, Juan Diaz seemed to be shining in Allen's eyes.

Because he is Jesus Christ! ! !

Of course, Juan also noticed Alan's eyes, but he didn't explain too much, because too many explanations were too late to export, and a new situation arose on Mourinho's side.

Originally, after the game, there should be a handshake between the coaches of the two teams. However, Mourinho turned around and left without looking at Juan with a gloomy face. Juan didn't care, and hugged him with a smile. Aimar rushed over.

At this time, it is more important to celebrate.

Mourinho's impolite behavior after the game was also criticized, especially in the post-match press conference, everyone surrounded Chelsea's assistants and kept asking questions. The anger at not being able to interview Mourinho was all focused on him.

Mourinho's assistant coach has been smiling bitterly, because beside him is Deportivo's assistant coach Allen. The media reporters are very fierce when facing him, but they turned their heads to face Deportivo When Ya was there, he was very friendly again.

Compared with the two, his side seems to be even more pitiful.

The head coaches of both of them are obviously the same wayward, but why are the treatment of the two sides so different?Is it because young people can make all mistakes?

...or because of the face?

He shook his head, put this unreliable idea behind him, and continued to have a headache for the media reporters in front of him.

In the locker room, everyone was very happy, because they didn't expect that they could achieve such results in such a bad situation.

——At the beginning, their car broke down, so they could only run all the way. In this game, their midfielders were basically restrained to the point where they could not exert their power. However, under such circumstances, They still achieved such results, which no one expected.

And according to the coaching staff, Juan had already predicted this result before the start of the game, and it was almost exactly the same!

So at the beginning, everyone originally wanted to make trouble with Aimar. After all, his performance in this game was really wonderful, but at this time they began to think about whether to make trouble with Juan.

After all, although Aimar's performance was wonderful, it was definitely not as exciting as Juan predicted the result before the game started!

However, they didn't expect that Juan didn't attend the post-match press conference today, so while they were still preparing here, the little Deportivo coach directly pushed the door in: "..."

Juan was speechless.

When he was brought in, the players of La Crugna all looked very demented. Some were naked (.) from the upper body, and some were naked from top to bottom. When they stood together , It’s like a beautiful landscape——

However, the prerequisite is that they do not do those silly actions.

Riquelme was laying something with his butt pouted. When he turned his head and saw him, he was terrified. He turned his head and wanted to hide the things behind him. Beside him, Gago seemed to be helping, but obviously The young man didn't realize what happened, he turned around and bumped into Riquelme's body, and the thing fell to the ground with a bang.

The locker room fell into a deathly silence, only the beer bottles rolling all over the floor could be seen, and the crisp sound could be heard endlessly.

"..." The entire locker room looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Boss, we can explain this..." As the captain, Belleron bit the bullet to explain something, and bailed out his players by the way, but Juan sighed and waved his hand.

"I'm actually not against you drinking."

...? ? ?

The players cast horrified glances.

They still remember what happened after Juan used this sentence pattern last time-the whole locker room suffered, everyone went to call a rally together, Postiga broke out, and then it was revealed that he was hiding his injuries.

It can be said that since that time, La Crugna has paid great attention to the players' bodies, so it is impossible to tell whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

...but they were still terrified...

Juan didn't pay attention to everyone's expressions, and waved his hand: "Everyone performed very well in this game, especially Aimar. I personally think that Aimar has broken through his shackles. In the next time, he performance will keep getting better.”

"Really?" Aimar stared at him with wide eyes, and laughed a little embarrassedly, "Actually, boss, I also think that my performance today is very good, it seems that there is a feeling of breakthrough."

"It's a good thing to have this feeling. It shows that there is at least room for improvement." Juan nodded with a smile. "By the way, boss, do you have anything to say to me?"

Redondo, who was specifically named, glanced at him, shook his head with a half-smile, then got up and put the clothes on his shoulders, looked around the entire dressing room, and found that everyone seemed to have relaxed, and shook his head.

"Take it easy, that's the future of La Coruña... I'm going to take a shower."

Seeing the boss turned and walked to the bathroom without even looking back, everyone felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't say anything for a while, they could only watch the boss leave, and then the smile on Juan's face It changed and turned into a grin.

"What are you doing? Believe it or not, I will send you all to the reserve team?"

"We have nothing..."

"I remember I seem to have made a rule that no alcoholic beverages of any kind are allowed in the dressing room."

"Uh……"

Seeing that these people were all listless, Juan was silent for a while.

"But seeing how well everyone is doing today... I'll pretend I didn't see it."

"Oh!!"

"OK!!"

The whole locker room was full of joy, Juan smiled and looked at the wine they brought out, and was taken aback for a while.

There are quite a lot of boxes, and they are full of wine. If that number is placed here, half of the people in La Coruna will be knocked down, and the other half will be drunk.

"So much wine, where do you hide it?" Juan fiddled with the bottle in front of him, raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"At the beginning, we hid in the bus, but then the bus broke down, so we had to run here. I thought these receptions were useless, but who knew the car was repaired at halftime. ..."

"Hiding in the car?" Juan raised his eyebrows with a fake smile, "You don't bring so much wine for drinking, do you?"

"Of course not!...Uh, yes, yes." Gago originally wanted to subconsciously refute, but Riquelme next to him gave him a direct response, and he immediately reacted and quickly shook his head to prove his innocence.

"Oh, really?" Juan nodded kindly, "Then can I ask, where did the high-pressure water gun inside the fire hydrant go?"

"..." Everyone seems to know why Redondo ran so fast. Their whereabouts were exposed too quickly. Juan is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and it is obvious that it is too late to run now.

Juan, who was originally very pleasant, suddenly sank his face.

"Go back and practice more, twice as much, everyone present!"

"?!!"

Facing the wailing, Juan turned around calmly and went to the locker room. He still had to get his training clothes.

After all, he also ran here today. Fortunately, there is a spare in the car today, otherwise he would be running in a suit and leather shoes... He didn't even dare to think how stupid he would be.

However, what he didn't expect was that there was a person waiting for him in the locker room.

Jose Mourinho.

Apparently, the look on his face when he entered the room entertained the Portuguese compatriot. Mourinho couldn't help laughing twice when he got up: "Why, are you surprised to see me?"

Juan walked in cautiously, looked around to make sure it was not a prank, and said slowly: "There is one thing... After all, after today's game, you refused to shake my hand."

"That's what a madman Mourinho has to do, but the one standing in front of you at this moment is only Chelsea's coach Jose Mourinho." Mourinho said, and then he stood up, Only then did Juan notice that he was holding two glasses of wine.

After seeing the wine, Juan's vigilance soared again in an instant. He subconsciously turned his head and looked to both sides. This action aroused Mourinho's curiosity: "What are you doing?"

"Uh..." Juan coughed slightly in embarrassment, "When I was in the locker room just now, my players were about to play a prank on me, so I was a little..."

"Your players came to play tricks on you?" Mourinho raised his eyebrows, as if he couldn't believe it. After all, people who are not familiar with Juan will be deceived by his iceberg face, and they will think that he is the kind People who are more difficult to get along with...Mourinho is naturally the same, so he feels a little surprised.

After all, no matter how you say it, he is the head coach of a team, how can he get along with the players like this?

Juan shook his head with a helpless smile, and put the topic aside: "You brought wine here on purpose, I'm really sorry."

Mourinho looked down at the wine glass in his hand and waved his hand: "There's nothing to be ashamed of...Speaking of which, I'm quite... taken care of."

???

Mourinho's vague sentence made Juan a little confused, but he still took the wine glass as he said and clinked glasses with others.

Mourinho greeted him with a glass of wine: "Congratulations."

"..." Juan choked and coughed, almost spit out a sip of wine, and coughed several times without relieving himself.

"Are you that surprised?" Mourinho was a little dumbfounded. He thought he was a relatively friendly person, right?

Although the offensive power on the court is a little stronger, um.

"No, not at all." Juan said against his will, but his performance had already betrayed him.

Mourinho didn't take it seriously, but just tasted the wine quietly. Seeing him like this, Juan temporarily put aside the idea that it was just a prank, and sat down to taste the wine.

It is indeed a good wine, with a mellow and sweet taste, and a little bit of bitterness. It is the best wine in this season.

However, Juan was still tasting wine quietly, and the man beside him couldn't help but said: "Aren't you curious about the 'care' I said?"

Juan blinked and turned his head: "I'm curious, but you won't tell me if I'm curious, will you?"

Mourinho raised his eyebrows with a smile, and continued: "This matter has something to do with your mentor."

"Grandpa?" Juan was a little surprised, he didn't expect that things could be linked with Sir.

"Yes... that was after a game." Mourinho sighed and continued, "In that game, Manchester United lost 1:2 to Chelsea. I thought he would be furious after the game. , will keep cursing me, will keep yelling... But I was wrong."

"When I opened the door to the coaches' lounge, the first thing I saw was Sir Alex Ferguson, who was smiling, congratulated me, and said it was a wonderful game... To be honest, my mood at that time was the same as yours now The mood should be about the same.”

Juan imagined the scene, and then substituted his emotions into it. It seemed that he could understand Mourinho: "So?"

"So, when I came, I brought a bottle of wine in the car to congratulate my opponent... I sincerely hope that this bottle of wine will not be used one day, but unfortunately things backfired." Mourinho smiled wryly.

"Sir Ferguson's wine is indeed undrinkable. Either it will be returned to him sooner or later, or it will be returned to his disciple, you..."

"But why do you do such a thing?"

"Actually, at the beginning, I didn't think I would do such a thing." Mourinho sighed: "But when I saw you and played against you, I felt a little emotional...it seems understandable What's wrong with those old men who usually don't like me very much."

Juan couldn't help laughing: "How can it be so exaggerated? And I always feel that the only thing that Deportivo can beat compared to Chelsea is the control..."

"I'm not talking about the team, I'm talking about comparing people." When Mourinho said this, it became more complicated. After all, he was also discriminated against by football -- or he was being discriminated against. One of the coaches, so he can still understand these.

"You're so young, you have unlimited futures and possibilities, you have almost everything—at an age when everyone generally has nothing."

"When most people recall their 23-year-old youth, they are barren. They don't know what they are doing, they don't know what they are pursuing. Even if they are players, most of them are still pursuing the main force at this time. The position, at most, is a starter..."

"And you, you have everything. The team, the money, the support, the love of everyone... It can be said that if you have to say the most unreasonable person in this football world, it should be you."

Hearing such an evaluation, Juan was a little helpless... After all, the person in front of him is the recognized unreasonable and talkative king in the football world. Why is he so good when he says that he is so good?

Mourinho sighed: "The most important thing is that your team's performance is not bad...Although there are many people who create myths, Sir Charlton, Wenger, Ferguson, and even to put it bluntly, I'm one of those people too."

"Leading a team undefeated in the league and achieving impressive results, this is a great ability... But you have done everything, what do you make those head coaches who have been in La Liga for many years think?"

Juan smiled bitterly: "It's my fault."

"It's not that you're bad, you've done a good job, it's just that the world is a little harsher on good people, like you and me."

Speaking of this, Mourinho finally showed a little bit of his true nature of a madman, looking very proud, and Juan could only smile wryly.

"But really, anyone who meets you is prone to collapse." Mourinho took the last sip of his wine and got up: "It's getting late."

Juan nodded: "I'll see you off, those brats seem to be a little excited today...uh..."

He almost bit his tongue. After all, the reason for those people's excitement was that they won Chelsea in today's game, and the person in front of him is Chelsea's head coach...

"It's okay, I still have the next round." Mourinho can see this very clearly. After all, if he has been sticking to one round of the game, it is impossible to have the mind to become a Champions League coach.

Only then did Juan feel relieved, and nodded with a smile.

Mourinho is actually not a very annoying person, especially in this kind of relationship, he is even a little funny and kind, so the usual media reports are really discriminatory.

The one who is the most suspicious and the most random guesser is the media reporter.

But at this time, it seems that he doesn't care too much about this matter. Chelsea's head coach nodded directly, ready to leave. After all, he has finished drinking and said what he wanted to say. Is it time to leave?

Juan sent people to the door, Mourinho thought for a while, and turned around and asked: "Be careful of Liverpool...Although their performance in the entire league is not very good, but they stumbled like this..."

Juan nodded. Although he can't touch it now, and he only met it twice in the group stage, but since Mourinho emphasized it again, he should pay more attention.

Mourinho thought for a while, and wanted to say a few more words, but he couldn't say anything, so he had to give up.

However, it is such a coincidence!

Everything is such a coincidence!

Mourinho just passed by Deportivo's dressing room!

At this time, the door of Deportivo's locker room opened, and a person ran out of it.

Gago was still naked, laughing and joking all the way very happy, but he accidentally bumped into the oncoming Mourinho!

However, the people inside didn't know how to restrain themselves at all. In other words, he didn't expect that there would be someone there at all. He didn't have any protective measures when he bumped into it, and the most shocking thing was still behind...

Mourinho had just been bumped into a bit of a mess - Gago's physical fitness is still very good. After such a bump, the middle-aged Mourinho only felt that half of his heart was cold.

—Of course, this is not the point.

The point is that the kid inside doesn't know who it is! ! ! !

With a high-pressure water gun, a very strong stream of water was sprayed out directly! ! !

Gago in front of him reacted very quickly, dodging in a flash.

But what about Mourinho?

What about the middle-aged Mourinho?

He was directly beaten to the core, and the water pressure of the high-pressure water gun itself was strong enough. Such an unprepared blow was like a heavy punch, and Mourinho slapped the wall directly.

"..." This is Juan, who has been stunned.

"???...?!!" This is Gago who looked back to see clearly who he hit.

"..." This was turning off the water silently to treat Riquelme who felt that he had caused a big problem.

Originally, what they thought at the beginning was that since Juan was no longer fooled, they should play in their own locker room, but they didn't expect that they would go crazy after playing, and everyone would get carried away with excitement.

... Even the high-pressure water gun should not be used by journalists in the first place, and I forgot.

The current situation is that Juan's body is not wet at all. There is a half-naked (.) Gago standing in the corridor, and a Mourinho who wiped his face and stood up with an ugly expression. What should I do? Juan, who was so shocked that his face was expressionless.

"..."

The entire locker room was in a mess, as was the outside.

Juan looked at the situation on the field, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Uh, Mr. Mourinho..."

Mourinho turned his head to look at Juan, because he knew that Juan usually had the most ideas, and he might come up with some ideas.

Unexpectedly, Juan said with a very serious expression: "That's it, Mr. Mourinho, there is still a set of training clothes in the locker in my locker room. If you don't mind it, you can wear it back first."

Mourinho originally wanted to agree, but suddenly, he remembered something, and his face turned dark instantly.

"You're not talking about your Deportivo training uniforms, are you?"

Juan gave him a bright smile: "Yes."

"...Thank you, no need." Mourinho felt that he was really unlucky.

First he lost the game, but when he came to congratulate him, he was drenched in water... Oh, it's not water, it's beer!

Sure enough, it turns out that good people can't do it! ! !

Mourinho really has no choice but to go back to the locker room with a dark face and sticky clothes stained with beer. Of course, this does not mean that he will go out to meet the media like this , that's too embarrassing, it doesn't fit his style at all, so in the end he can only borrow a set of training clothes to wear.

Luckily Chelsea also have a habit of spare training kits...

As a result, when the Chelsea players came out, everyone was stunned for a moment, and Mourinho also changed his clothes.

…and what's worse, it's also a Chelsea shirt, what is he trying to do?

No one knows, but there is speculation that it is to compete with Juan Dias, even in this respect...

cough cough.

Anyway, in the next few days, Mourinho's expression was not very good. Once he was asked about changing clothes that day, he would be very angry. No matter what his mood was at the time, his face would change in a blink of an eye anyway.

When Juan Diaz was asked about Mourinho, he was a little evasive, and his words seemed to be evasive.

Everyone is still guessing what happened to these two people, but for now, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.