football's most handsome

Chapter 199 March 9 Update

Casillas likes to go to the seaside when he is on vacation, all kinds of seaside, but unlike the little beach princes like Raul and Morientes, he prefers to go to some lesser-known but beautiful places beach.

But the beaches of La Coruña are not within his range.

and……

Casillas was a little hesitant. After all, it was already late at night. People who often go to the beach or live by the sea know that the sea is very gentle and beautiful during the day, but at night, The raging sea waves, the whole sea is black, cold and damp, with the monstrous power of the whole nature.

... All in all, people who go to the beach at night are either mentally retarded or crazy.

Casillas didn't feel that his sweetheart was brain-dead, so he looked at him like a madman: "Why do you want to go to the beach at night?"

Juan sighed and waved his hands: "I just remembered...do you remember the first time we went to the beach together?"

Casillas was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "I remember, why don't you remember? At that time, we were riding jet skis together, pulling a drag board behind us, either you were dragging me, or I was dragging you, and Lao Er they... As a result, when dragging in the water, Guti insisted on wearing a pair of loose swimming trunks, and in the end we patronized helping him find swimming trunks where the waves washed up!"

Thinking of the past, both of them couldn't help chuckling, and Casillas was also very relaxed.

Juan narrowed his eyes and looked at him, then sighed softly: "How can you be so relaxed?"

"Huh?" Casillas was a little confused.

"This season, Real Madrid was beaten by Barcelona and Deportivo in double-doubles, sitting firmly in the third place in the league, and they are also called Shiliu Lang in the Champions League...why are you still so relaxed?"

Juan didn't just want to ask Casillas this sentence, but also wanted to ask Raul and Guti.

Although they only met briefly in front of the locker room before, the relief and relief in the expressions of the three of them were not fake, and the congratulations to Deportivo were also from the bottom of their hearts.

Obviously they lost the game, and their results this season are so embarrassing, why are they still so calm and calm, even with a sense of relief in their expressions and bones?

Casillas coughed lightly and squinted at him: "You really don't know? You were like this before, even if you were sitting on the bench all the time."

Juan was taken aback, he really didn't know this, did he have such an expression before?

He didn't know it before, but now speaking as an outsider, the expressions on the faces of Real Madrid players are really uncomfortable for the opponents. As opponents, even if they win Real Madrid, Real Madrid is still a winning ticket holding the look.

It felt like my chest was tight.

Juan didn't know what he should say at this time, but he knew he could ask Casillas in front of him, and the answer Casillas gave surprised him a bit.

Did you have such a proud expression before?

... This expression made Tera hate, no wonder he was often teased by people before, if he hadn't come back one by one, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

Casillas saw that Juan seemed a little sullen, he sighed lightly, and continued: "All of us have confidence...we are Real Madrid, even if we lose one game, there is still the next game , even if one round of the league fails, we still have the next round. If this season is not good, we still have the next season; And we were born to fight in the highest realms."

"This is the confidence of all of us, and this is also the idea that is engraved in the bones of all of us. Even if we have left Real Madrid, we cannot erase it from our bones."

"..." Juan was silent for a while, then took a deep breath: "When did you realize this? I don't even know."

"I didn't realize it, it was Raul who said it." When he said this, Casillas' eyes flashed. "At half-time, before Luxemborg came to the dressing room, Raúl told us that... I think he made a lot of sense."

It is indeed very reasonable. Juan nodded vigorously after hearing this and agreed with Raul's words: "This is the confidence of the giants. You will never be afraid that you will not end after this game, and you don't have to worry about the future of the team and whether the income will fail. continue……"

Casillas smiled. He found that Juan seemed to be distracted, so he immediately changed the subject: "Do you remember what I told you before about raising a few reporters?"

Juan is indeed distracted, but it may be a little different from what Casillas thinks. What he thinks now is how to build Deportivo into a wealthy family, but after hearing the topic raised by Casillas, He quickly cheered up: "I remember, but I don't have any operational experience in this matter, and I can't say that a newspaper can only support a reporter, right? That would be too much for La Coruña."

Casillas smiled: "Of course not every newspaper has a reporter. In fact, you only need to have a few mouthpiece newspapers, such as your local newspaper in La Coruña, such as "Marca", " Big newspapers like Aspen, and World Sports Daily..."

When talking about World Sports News, Casillas curled his lips. He was obviously still young and energetic. He still had some opinions on the brain-dead mouthpiece next door, but he didn't say anything.

"You can keep a few of these large local newspapers, as long as there are people in these newspapers. Of course, you must also find the right people to build a good relationship with. Don't fight for a long time and only get an insignificant one. It would be embarrassing if you run errands."

Juan understood what he meant, and immediately raised his eyebrows: "For example?"

"Let me tell you this." Casillas thought for a while, and said, "I guess it's okay to have Sister Eugenia from the editor-in-chief to greet you, but usually, I guess you also need a few The little reporter can help you a little bit, this matter hasn't reached the point where the editor-in-chief is alarmed, so we need to get rid of a few reporters first."

Juan nodded and listened carefully to Casillas' explanation.

"To keep a reporter, first of all you need to know the type of reporter."

"The first category is professional journalists and mobile journalists. Professional journalists are journalists who specialize in covering and reporting a certain field, such as football reporters, industrial reporters, agricultural reporters, etc... and mobile reporters, their tasks are not fixed, and they can go where they need to go. You are flexible and ready to attack at any time. Usually you need to deal with a group of professional reporters. It will help you to have a good relationship with a few of them who are more powerful. At the same time, you also need a few mobile reporters, although it does not mean that you can do anything for you. , but at least in normal times there are still likely to be business needs."

"Then there are special correspondents and special correspondents... special correspondents have nothing to do with us, and special correspondents probably have nothing to do with us, but we won't be coaches in the future, and we can play guest roles as special correspondents in the future."

"There are also local reporters and foreign reporters. Local reporters are your local reporters in La Coruna. Foreign reporters are reporters who report to foreign news organizations and live in Spain for interviews. If you need them in La Coruna, they are also You can raise a few, for the foreign market."

Juan nodded as he listened. He still knew that Tom from The Guardian was a foreign correspondent: "Based on this calculation, it would be very laborious to keep a few reporters."

"It depends on the needs of your club. You Deportivo are developing very well now. I think you can keep a few reporters of any kind, so as not to make mistakes somewhere." Casillas thought for a while and said, " Monica told me that you still need to pay attention when raising people, lest you don’t know if you raise a white-eyed wolf... But if you raise it right, it will also be an invisible help for the team that cannot be underestimated."

Juan froze for a moment, first he thought about who Monica was, and then he relaxed the expression on his face: "Aunt Monica is okay now?"

"The spirit is pretty good." Casillas smiled, "But when I asked her about this, she was suspicious for a long time."

Juan froze for a moment, then laughed: "Aunt Monica are you asking about these?"

"That's right." Casillas nodded, with a calm expression on his face, "These things are easy to remember, so I will write them down and tell you... what you have eaten from the media this season I have already lost enough, and I don't want you to suffer like this in the next time."

Juan nodded, a little touched.

He didn't believe the man's nonsense of "writing it down at will". Everyone knows that although Igor Casillas loves to read books, he hates memorizing books. He must have written down all these things in the case. After a long time, Juan didn't know what he should say at this time, so he could only keep what he said in his heart secretly, so as not to disappoint his painstaking efforts.

After finishing the reporter's question, Casillas coughed lightly: "Here we are."

Juan was taken aback for a moment, and only then did he look up at the surrounding situation.

Oncoming is the sea.

The black waves roared and slammed onto the beach, then retreated roaringly, but before it had time to recede, another wave roared and rushed up, slamming on the beach.

The entire beach is dark, and the only light comes from the lighthouse in the distance and the shallow light in the city.

La Coruña is not a very developed city, or in other words, the whole of Spain, except Barcelona, ​​is not considered developed.

This is a country that guards history and monuments. In this country, high-rise buildings are rare, and most of them are colorful, low-rise buildings with different expressions but equally interesting.

A Coruña is a fishing port city, which is more famous for its fishing industry. Their captain Belleron's daily pleasure is fishing by the sea, which can be said to be very comfortable.

Such a city also gets dark very fast, and they can hardly see what the city looks like at night, because they are relatively normal compared to the weird work and rest in the whole of Spain.

Tonight, though, the city of A Coruña is brightly lit.

Just because their club won the league championship, the first time in history, the most unprecedented, and the first time that should be celebrated most enthusiastically.

Juan and Casillas looked back at the gleaming city, sighed at the same time, and then the two smiled at each other.

"How do you know about this place?" Juan was a little surprised. After all, even the people he had been here for a season didn't know about this place. How could Casillas know about it?

This location is really good, it is located on a high ground, and you can see the entire city, and Juan can even see the parade (,) line of buses that celebrate A Coruña slowly moving forward—because the lights are the most dense there , the voice of the people there is also the loudest, coming from afar, as if in another world.

"It's a pity that you don't go." Casillas is really pity for Juan. After all, this is his first league championship and his first serious trophy as a head coach. If you are also on that bus at the same time, you will definitely be sought after by the crowd in Deportivo.

Although La Coruna is a small club, and La Coruna is just a fishing port city, the fans here are very loyal, and the team has also won a league championship that has never been seen before. Celebrations are almost empty.

Juan shook his head and smiled: "These honors and cheers should be for those players who have worked hard for a season... I won't participate, and I don't like too much noisy environment, it's good to be with you. "

"..." Casillas blushed, but he coughed lightly and quickly changed the subject—he finally discovered that since he was with Juan, the trick he learned the fastest was Changed the topic: "You don't like the noisy environment and you still play football, and you still coach after retiring. Are you looking for abuse?"

Under tension, Casillas resumed the flat tone he used to have when the two of them were at odds. Generally speaking, this tone can divert Juan's attention, but now Juan doesn't have to cooperate with his sweetheart to play love and kill each other. Glancing at Casillas, he said calmly, "This is different."

"Those people gathered together to celebrate the victory and the trophy. They yelled differently. Although there would be times when they sang the team song in unison, once the group of people below shouted at me together, I would Headache."

When it came to the headache, Casillas' eyes changed, and when he was about to say something, Juan stopped him and glanced at him: "I know what you want to say, don't say it, just keep listening to me. "

Casillas closed his mouth just now, just looking at Juan quietly.

Juan narrowed his eyes and continued: "But it's different during the competition... During the competition, everyone is united as one, and tens of thousands of people shout the same voice, and everyone has the same wish. No matter how many voices there are, they can be said together. But when we celebrate, we can say what we want to say.”

Casillas understood it, and shook his head directly with a wry smile: "Come on, just say that you don't like hearing people yelling, isn't it? And it's so high-sounding."

Juan didn't refute, just laughed.

At the same time, on You(.) Xing’s bus, many people were jumping and jumping on the roof, very happy. After all, they won the league championship by themselves, so there is no way to celebrate enough!

But jumping and jumping, Pompons found a problem: Messi is gone!

At the beginning, he thought that he was blocked by other people from seeing his little friend, but when he searched back and forth carefully, he was shocked: he really disappeared!

He was so scared that he shouted on the spot: "Leo is gone!!"

At that time, the trophy was in Aimar's hand, and Aimar was beside him. When he yelled, Aimar's hand trembled and almost threw the trophy under the car. Fortunately, Riquelme caught it quickly. , Only then did the first league trophy and years of reputation of the big Deportivo be kept.

The shocking Argentine duo turned back and glared at the startled Pompons. Belleron looked around and gasped, "Is Leo on the roof... Did he go down first?"

"It's possible!" Pompons nodded, "I'll go down and see him!"

They all rely on a small window on the roof to get on the roof. Everyone, including the boss, climbed up the ladder through this window. It is a bit embarrassing to say, but this is the best way now... …

Pompons squatted down, fumbled to open the cover, and then got in, but he was startled as soon as he came down—it was empty below, but all the curtains were drawn, and people outside could not see inside.

Pengpeng looked left and right, then walked back cautiously, and whispered as he walked, "Li... Leo?"

The car was still driving slowly, it seemed that there was no one else in the car except the driver of this car.

David Louis originally wanted to go to the front to ask the driver if Messi had come down, but when he thought that this kid disappeared from above without a sound, he must have already come down, maybe the driver didn't know it yet, at this time he How can you be cowardly?

So Pengpeng gritted his teeth directly, then moved a little bit to the back, and called out in a small voice: "Leo, are you there? If you are, let me know..."

But I don't know whether his voice was too low or the cheers outside were too loud, and there was no reaction in the car.

Pompons swallowed, continued to walk back, and then saw... a dumpling in the last row.

A Messi who wraps himself in a ball.

Pompons heaved a sigh of relief, sat down next to him, and grinned: "Brother, what are you doing here, don't you go up to celebrate?"

"There's nothing to celebrate, I didn't beat this." Messi's voice was a little sullen, "Although I'm very happy for my seniors, I'm also very proud that Deportivo won a championship, but... the whole process I only played a few games here, and even came off the bench, so I don’t think I’m qualified to stand on it and receive cheers and applause with the seniors.”

"What's so embarrassing?" Pompons rubbed his hairy head. Since the first day in La Coruña, Juan took Messi to cut off his long hair, although Messi There was still a fierce struggle in the middle of the game-the Argentine's long-hair complex is not so easy to get rid of-but Juan lifted Riquelme and Redondo.

Although Messi still felt very awkward at the beginning, after all, his idol Aimar still has long hair, but after Aimar also praised his short hair style, he has always maintained this half-length hair.

This kind of hair is not as smooth as long hair, nor is it as prickly as a cropped head. When I rub it over, my hands are fluffy and very comfortable.

However, Pompons only thought that his fluffy curly hair was the best, so he didn't have any extra thoughts, but looked at him with concern: "Why? We are also a member of La Coruña, we Of course I am qualified to celebrate, cheer and applaud with everyone."

When he said this, he was secretly looking at Messi, and found that this person was still uninterested, and he sighed pretentiously: "Leo, don't be like this, what would happen if the boss was here at this time?" saying you?"

While speaking, he narrowed his eyes, imitating Juan's usual appearance.

Juan's eyes are very slender, and when he narrowed them slightly, there was an astonishing coldness. The movement of his eyes seemed to freeze time, and they were so dark for no reason, which made people feel pressured, but Pompons squinted his eyes desperately to pretend He looks like he is thinking, no matter how he looks at it, he seems to be nearsighted and wants to see things in the distance, but he can't see clearly no matter how he looks, so he can only squint his eyes and stare hard...

Pompons coughed lightly and lowered his voice: "Leo, we are one. We have come together no matter the hardships or hardships. Why can't we share the glory together now? And the Copa del Rey depends on you young people." Work hard...Hey, can you stop being so shameless?"

By the time of the last sentence, Pompons had recovered his original tone, and he was very dissatisfied and wronged: He tried to comfort the little comrade Messi here, but the little comrade didn't give him any face. He said, the little comrade While laughing, my shoulders trembled like cramps at the end, is this really okay? ! !

Messi laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe, he could only wave his hands weakly, and said intermittently: "I understand the truth, but can you... stop being so funny?"

"I'm joking? Juan usually talks like that, okay?!" Pompons felt that he had been wronged to death. If he had known it would be better if he didn't come down, he would let Messi make a dumpling here alone!

Messi laughed so weakly that he could only wave his hands as best he could, showing a helpless expression at him: "Okay, don't make me laugh, I still want to save some energy to celebrate later."

Pompons eyes lit up: "You got enlightened so easily?"

"Of course, I'm not a fool." Messi glanced at him, paused for a while and said with a smile: "It's a big deal that we will rub their celebration bus this time, and let them rub it back to ours next time."

"Hey?" Pompons was terrified, "Where did we get the celebration bus??"

"..." Messi sighed weakly, he had finally had enough laughs, rubbed his stomach and felt that he was really compassionate, "Of course it's the King's Cup, aren't you stupid?"

"Oh! That's it!!" Puffy laughed, "Okay, next time let the bosses rub against our bus!"

Messi nodded vigorously, with a bright smile on his face.

After Pompons found Messi, the only problem came-they said they were going to celebrate, but how do they go up now?

There must be people on the top. When he came down, Pengpeng begged the seniors around him not to jump on the lid so that he could open it. But at this time, no one was on top to cooperate with them. During the celebration, those seniors probably Forgot about them too...

The two looked at each other, both dumbfounded.

"When you come down, don't you know how to go up with someone?" Messi pointed to the top. He had already heard the sound of trampling, and they probably couldn't open it directly.

"I..." Pengpeng rubbed her puffy hair, and smiled embarrassingly. "I forgot."

"..."

"..."

The two of them stared at each other and sighed at the same time.

"Come on, let's just stay below. When we get to the square, the bosses will probably come down. Let's take a look below first?" Pengpeng was going to open the curtains to celebrate with the fans, but Messi quickly stopped him: "Don't!"

"Why?" Pengpeng looked at him in surprise, and stretched out his hand to the curtain, but when he pulled it away, he subconsciously glanced at it, screamed and pulled it back tightly, his face turned pale with fright: "What's going on outside? , zombies?"

Messi sighed, and he knew that this person couldn't say anything good: "No... just ordinary fans, they are so excited, ordinary police (.) can't stop them, some just Posted on the bus, our Deportivo police (.) obviously have little experience in this area, so the roadblocks are made a bit narrower, so that the fans can get close to the bus."

Of course he has a comparison - the barricades in Barcelona are so wide that two buses can run side by side, but they are only one bus surrounded by patrolling motorcycles, so it is so clear.

Pengpeng nodded, very convinced, and then the two of them fell into sad faces.

What can they do at this time?

play cell phone?

reading?

read magazine?

"Can you play poker?" Puffy asked without hope, and Messi said sullenly, "I'm better at video games."

Both of them fell silent.

However, just when the two of them felt a little discouraged, the upper cover made some noises, and the two raised their heads subconsciously, only to see that the cover was opened, and their captain squatted on the edge of the cover and looked inside: "These two boys go down!" What have you been doing for such a long time... Hey, are you two getting up yet?"

Pampons and Messi looked at each other and laughed, and said loudly: "Yes!!"

Juan didn't know that such an interesting incident happened during his team's celebration. In fact, he was thinking about something with his sweetheart at this time.

——Do they really want to wait here to watch the sunrise?

The schedule of the Spaniards is very strange. It is normal to stay up all night. Go back to sleep at dawn, get up at ten o'clock, and then have lunch at one or two o'clock in the afternoon. jet lag.

Iker Casillas and Juan are both able to survive, of course an evening is a piece of cake for them, it's just...

The two of them looked at the black wave that seemed to be swallowing the beach below, and hesitated rarely.

The two of them can usually stay up late, mostly because of the rich nightlife. Going to clubs, watching flamenco, and even singing are all very interesting lives, and if a large group of people go together, the time is easy. consumed.

But now there are only the two of them, and there is only a sea in front of them, a beach that is about to be swallowed, and nothing else.

Under such circumstances, should they stay up until the sun rises?

That might be really boring...

"This is not at all like what a coach who is a new La Liga champion would do." Casillas complained. He drank the beer he bought from a 24h convenience store and couldn't help but glanced at the people around him again.

He has already re-dressed himself. Fortunately, the water sprayed out of the high-pressure water gun is only water, not alcohol. Otherwise, Juan would never have tolerated the clothes on him for such a long time, but Already got home and replaced it.

But even so, he took off his coat and only wore the light blue shirt inside. At the same time, in order to clean off the debris on his head, he also untied his hair tie, and the whole person looked It's more mellow and lazy.

Casillas looked at him and almost couldn't help swallowing his saliva, but in the end reason prevailed, he gritted his teeth to remind himself not to be aggressive, and reminded Juan: "Actually, this place is very close to your home, you We can go home and change a set of clothes before coming out, or we can go home and tidy ourselves up, go to bed so early today, and then come out the next morning..."

As he spoke, Casillas laughed dumbfoundedly.

What to say come out early, now there are only three hours before sunrise.

"I guess you don't want to come out after you go back." Juan gave him an innocent expression, with a smile on his face: "Or you can sleep for a while, and I will call you when the sun rises, after all, you are so tired .”

Casillas shook his head: "I don't trust you alone."

Juan couldn't help laughing: "What do you mean don't worry about me...I'm not a child anymore."

"But……"

"How about this," Juan thought for a while, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "We sleep together, see who gets up first, and then wake the other up, how about it?"

"..." Although Casillas wanted to know why they didn't go home to sleep together, he also knew that it was worth waiting for the sunrise, so he nodded directly.

The two chatted endlessly over beer, from the 10-minute game tonight to the interesting stories between the two in the past.

As he spoke, Juan smiled.

"Speaking of which, there are some things I still want to tell you."

"Fernando...the first Fernando we knew, everyone believed that he killed himself, but no one knew it. I talked to him for a while, and then he started to self-mutilate like crazy..."

"Before you blamed me for not guarding against Jane Smith. How do you know that she is actually just an innocent person. Those who are with her are my targets. Those football hooligans... were all sent to the hospital by me in the end. I'm in prison, but Jane Smith will be out soon, as you said, La Coruña needs a few reporters to keep up, I think she is very suitable..."

"Also, it wasn't you who fell in love with me in the first place. I liked you, but it was much earlier than you liked me..." Juan drank the beer in his hand and looked down at the person who was already leaning on him. The sweetheart who was asleep on his body smiled lightly and sighed.

"This can be regarded as my rare willfulness. After all, I usually don't say anything, I don't tell you anything, and I often pretend to be stupid. The big brother and the others are also aware of it, but they are all biased towards me, and they have nothing. Said, I know that he protects his shortcomings, so I have been running amok within the scope of his favoritism."

"Well... Maybe it's because I won a championship trophy that I got carried away. After all, I am still a young man! Our captain of Deportivo is right. I am a young man, so I should do what young people can do. thing, isn't it?"

"Hey, it's rare for me to speak my heart out to you, but you fell asleep... I won't have such an opportunity in the future..."

Casillas was in a fuzzy sleep. He heard what Juan was saying all the time, but he couldn't hear what the specific content was. Although he was very anxious, he was so tired physically that he couldn't wake up anyway. Come on, this made him even more anxious.

In a hurry, he began to try his best to wake himself up from the darkness, and even started to struggle, but just as he started to struggle, someone gently stroked his arm.

He calmed down, and then heard the man's low and soft voice.

"Igor..."

Casillas slowly opened his eyes.