Chapter 120

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

Lord Fu originally planned to sit back in the coach's box, but now he jumped directly on the edge of the court with his fists, and his flushed face looked like he was not even far behind winning the championship.

Indeed, for Manchester United, the game was already a bonus.

Two goals were scored to end Arsenal's unbeaten streak and, above all, Cristiano Ronaldo, who did not become depressed by his father's hospitalization and even had a small outburst, arguably the most perfect Christmas present for Manchester United and the Lord.

After the game, the lord came to him and hugged him, Juan subconsciously hugged the old man, but before he could react, he only felt that his body was light.

“？！！”

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

It's better to say that Jason on the side thought something was wrong at first, and wanted to reach out and drag him back, but the clothes that were already a little ill-fitting were torn crookedly, and they were about to fall, but the Manchester United players who surrounded them from behind gave them a force, and they directly surrounded them and rescued Juan's clothes from Jason's clutches...... Although Juan was not happy at all.

- These people directly dragged Juan out of the audience.

Juan subconsciously looked back a few times, and then realized that maybe Jason wasn't holding him.

This person may have helped to get him out.

Although I don't know what the situation is, 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 tensed and did not move, and fortunately, the Manchester United players seemed to see him as hard and not fun, so they just dragged him out, then hugged, and then dispersed very friendly.

Juan, who was hugged by the players one by one, did not come to 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 directly in his arms, and Juan subconsciously rubbed his head: "You're great." ”

"I know." The child in his arms replied with tears in his voice.

Juan suddenly cried and laughed, but he also knew that now was not the time to say anything else.

Cristiano was worried about his father, but even then he still had to play, and 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, Hu An's head softened, and he subconsciously increased the force in his hand again: "Chris, do you remember what I told you before?" ”

"Huh?" The child in his arms seemed to have forgotten, but Emo was reluctant to lift his head, and Juan knew that he was afraid of being seen by him in tears.

"I told you before...... Our goal is the Ballon d'Or, to be the World Footballer of the Year. Juan rubbed his head, "I'm sure 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 the red rabbit-like eyes, Juan couldn't help but smile and patted his head, "Okay, hurry up and take a bath...... You're not going to wear this jersey for a while, are you? ”

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

"It's not ......" Juan struggled for a while, but decided to directly state his position with actions.

He stretched out the one that had just ravaged Cristiano's head. Rubbing his hand twice, he rubbed the front of his clothes twice, and then carefully wiped it, and looked carefully before patting the young general's head with satisfaction: "Okay, hurry up and go back to the dressing room to take a shower!" ”

"......" Cristiano opened his mouth.

He wanted to cry again.

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

"You're bullying him again."

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

The person standing behind him was the Lord, who could be said to be the culprit who directly removed him from the audience, but Juan didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all.

"If you like him, you want to bully him?" Ferguson thought for a moment and nodded, "It's really your style." ”

"You're laughing." Juan stepped forward and hugged him, "It feels so good to be at Old Trafford. ”

"I know you're going to love it here." The lord patted him on the back, "How is it, is there anything you like?" ”

Juan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed bitterly: "Sir, you are laughing." ”

"I'm not joking." Ferguson looked at the direction of the players' tunnel, and very mysteriously pulled Juan inside, and Juan couldn't cry or laugh for a while: "Wait, sir, this is not in accordance with the rules......"

"Come on, don't you know?" The lord scoffed at the fake politeness of the person in front of him, "At Manchester United, I am the rule." ”

Juan was put all the way into the players' tunnel, Ferguson was really greedy for Juan's young players, but he also knew that Juan would never sell those young players, after all, how much effort it took to buy them back, how could it be sold in half a season?

However, he was still more interested in a few mainstays of the team, but after several names in a row with Juan, he shook his head, and the lord was also a little unhappy.

"Okay or not, you just say it if it's listed or not, what are you doing with your head?"

Juan was a little helpless: "Sir, it's really not that I don't want to sell those people to you, it's really not good...... The UK has to have a labor certificate to play, and the rest is fine, Aimar? ”

Seriously, the tough guy style of the Premier League, Aymar didn't say that he came to the Premier League to play, just when he was playing against the Premier League team, Juan didn't let him play.

The lord waved his hand: "Forget it, I guess there are no players I can fancy on your side." ”

It's really nothing, the lord is in dire need of midfielders now, although Deportivo has a lot of midfielders, but what about taking a closer look?

The style of play is soft, the old, the too young, the too loyal, and the unstable, it can be said that Deportivo has no players who can be used directly by the lord as soon as he takes it.

If anything, there was only one Fernando Gago, but the lord didn't even think much of it.

— or rather, as long as Redondo was there, he wouldn't have thought about the Argentines.

"I'm sorry." Juan smiled at the lord, after all, he really couldn't help now.

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

"Okay." Juan smiled and nodded.

Speaking of the dressing room, he actually misses the scene of the United dressing room in the past when he saw him :D

However, Juan didn't expect that after entering the locker room, there were indeed all kinds of chickens and dogs, but there was a dumbfounded face among them, Juan turned his head and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Pique?"

It was indeed Pique, this man looked at him dumbfounded, and he didn't know when he was stripped naked, so he could only pitifully hold his jersey and subconsciously block his underneath.

Juan glanced at him, and then turned his head very naturally: "Hurry up and take a shower, and I'll talk to you about Messi when I get back." ”

As soon as he heard the news that he might have his own friends, Pique's eyes lit up and he nodded violently: "Leo, how is he doing?" I heard that he played in the previous game, and I also deliberately looked for the recording and replay, and I told you, he is really good ......"

"Pique."

A deep voice sounded, and Gerard Peake immediately stiffened, and then rushed into the bathroom without looking back, Juan laughed as he watched, and then looked back at Keane.

"Roy, did you murder him?"

Roy Keane raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment, then shook his head very seriously: "No, I am like this every day. ”

- So you're fierce every day, huh?

Juan patted him on the shoulder speechlessly: "I said you, don't be so tight." ”

"Me?" Keane was stunned and touched his face.

"yes, your expression is very tense right now, and it looks like it's a little ...... Nervous. When Juan said the word, the entire United dressing room shuddered for a moment, and then reflexively looked in his direction with horror.

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

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

"I didn't forget." Juan smiled wryly and took out his vibrating phone from his pocket, "three weeks fine......

"Yes, three weeks' salary." Keane nodded, and said seriously: "You can take these three weeks' salary and invite us to a meal, we don't have high requirements, right?" ”

"Not tall?" Juan smiled wryly and looked at the people in the locker room who were already looking forward to the cold.

"My annual salary is 500,000 euros."

The scene of "......" fell silent all of a sudden, and the corners of Scholes's mouth, which was originally upturned on one side, gradually smoothed out.

"What's the matter, didn't you just sign a new covenant with A Coruña?"

Juan smiled: "Yes, the annual salary is 500,000 after signing the new contract, and the annual salary is ...... before signing the contract 100 thousand. ”

The whole locker room fell silent all of a sudden, and he was sensitive to what to say at this time.

How scacao is A Coruña?

Under Juan's leadership, Deportivo La Coruna has gone from being unable to make up the crowd at the beginning to the current first place in the half-marathon, and it can be said that the gap is only known to those who have experienced it.

What is Juan Dias's club coaching table for half a season, everyone is watching, and it can be said that Juan's salary is not worth his efforts and his current results.

Even if you are an assistant coach at Manchester United, you will have more money than a manager at Deportivo La Coruna!

"Juan...... You ......" Scholes opened his mouth, still not saying the words that had been left behind.

What is there to say?

It was Juan's own choice, and he knew that it was certainly more than that simple.

Sure enough, Juan said with a smile: "Although my salary is small, at least in the club, I have the same say as Jue, which is enough for me...... What's more, I own 23% of the club, so it's not too bad......"

Well, now the Manchester United players have completely withdrawn what little sympathy they have left on their faces.

What is there to say? Now Deportivo can say that the whole club is his, he is happy to be the head coach, and it is very possible for him to become the party president if he is not happy.

…… If you think about it, it's really possible!!

Juan was very calm about the not very kind eyes that looked at the entire locker room.

He's right!

When Pikchen came out of the shower to listen to Juan talk about Messi, he met Keane's eyes. The Spanish teenager was stunned on the spot, and Juan watched him sit aside silently with a smile on the side, how pitiful he looked.

He remembered that this baby was very owed, and he probably had been taught a lesson by the bigwigs in the locker room, otherwise he wouldn't have been so honest.

Maybe it starts with the next horse?

Juan was thinking casually while chatting with them, Cristiano came out of the shower and sat down beside him directly with the water: "What are you talking about?" ”

Leo Ferdinand looked at his head full of hair, and couldn't help but take a deep breath: "Chris ......"

"Huh?" The Portuguese subconsciously glanced at their predecessors.

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

“……”

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

"He looks like he's fine." Giggs whispered to Juan that he was really an iron man with tenderness, with a heart far more delicate than his appearance, and the Welsh people paid special attention to Cristiano, after all, he was a partner in the front line, Cristiano was fine, and the whole team was at ease.

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

He's learning to stand up, like a warrior.

The lord quickly ended his speech and called Juan out directly, Juan came with Jason's car when he came today, and Jason was still waiting for him outside at this time, but the lord 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 was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Actually, it should be going to Portugal." ”

"Well...... "Jason's wife and son may not be willing to move. ”

"I know, so I'm just mentioning a little bit of a Jianyì." Juan lowered his head, regarding the transfer of players, Jason's record is not clean, but this does not mean that he is not an agent with means.

And if it is not clean, Jorge Mendes will do more than Jason, but he is more clever and will not let people grasp the slightest trick.

Jason's approach was so unwise that he almost killed his own father and the whole of Manchester United.

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

Juan nodded.

In the car back, Juan and Jason tacitly avoided all talk about the two of them, instead talking about the winter break.

"Ah, I really envy your La Liga, the winter break is so long." Jason spat 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 but cough lightly: "Don't be like this, why don't you talk about something else?" ”

At the beginning, they were still talking about what kind of behavior those clubs would have during the transfer period, and it was not good to become sad all of a sudden, Christmas was coming!

"Okay, don't talk about me." Jason waved his hand, "How's that going on with you Lako?" ”

Jason clearly understood that Juan Díaz was almost half a Deportivo owner, and the words that came out of his mouth were basically eight (. Nine is not far from ten, of course he is not so bored to sue the media for these things, in fact he has a bad relationship with all the media now.

"Laco......" Juan thought for a moment and waved his hand, "so be it." ”

Indeed, at the beginning of the winter break, Juan listed two Greeks directly, and soon they both found the next one.

Although Basinas said that his appearance in the club is not satisfactory, but at least he has a calm style, clear thinking, and murderous spirit, so it can be said that if you don't get along, you don't know what his nature is at all.

Just two days ago, Basinas was attracted by the offer of Mallorca in La Liga and quickly agreed to sign it, and before Juan came out, he was already packing his things and preparing to move out.

Zagorakis, on the other hand, has left for the Premier League, and Leicester City have taken a fancy to the 33-year-old striker, who they think can still show his spare heat here.

Together, these two people have indeed sold for 10 million, and Deportivo has 30 million to use during this winter break.

That's a lot of money, especially considering that the average team doesn't spend $30 million in the summer transfer window.

- There are a lot of goals for Deportivo now, but there may not be a few.

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

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

"Real Madrid listed Morientes."

"Morientes?" Jason was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "He's ...... Your friend? ”

"Yes." Juan fumbled with his phone and laughed, but the smile looked cold, "I'll make a call." ”

"And Mendes?"

"Yes." Juan nodded, turning to the side.

He really didn't expect that Real Madrid would really sell Morientes directly during the winter break, and he would only come back for one season!

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

Morientes has directly knocked Real Madrid down in every game against Real Madrid before, and Real Madrid will never allow such a person to appear in a team that has to meet twice or more every season.

But can it really be what Real Madrid want?

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

Juan smiled at Jason, and that expression was so ill-intentioned. After spending a few days at Ferguson's house and a few days with Cristiano, Juan hurried back to Spain, firstly because he still had a lot to deal with about the player's transfer, and secondly, because of ......

Christmas.

His Christmas, no matter what, still have to be lived.

Last Christmas was spent at the lord's house, but this time, it was spent in his own home.

The people of A Coruña had a special pre-Christmas dinner, and the younger ones were a little too old, so they didn't drink much, and they had dispersed before late at night, and another person came to spend it with him in the middle of the night.

Juan couldn't help but smile again when he saw the man lingering in the doorway.

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

Casillas scratched his head in some embarrassment.

"I saw that there was no light on in the house, and I thought you were already asleep."

"What if I do fall asleep and you just turn back?" Juan shook his head, he really didn't understand why his little friend was so stupid.

Casillas bit his lip and just laughed, Juan was really out of temper by his laughter, and went home directly by grabbing people.

Both of them had eaten, and Casillas still sneaked away in the middle of the night, and his parents didn't seem to know it, and when he heard this, Juan couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"Can't you just say hello?"

"If I say hello, I'll probably call you over," Casillas muttered as he shrunk into the covers, "and then there's no way to be alone." ”

Juan felt very reasonable when he heard it: "Or you are thoughtful!" ”

Casillas didn't know why he felt a little congested, so he directly reached out and pressed Juan into the quilt: "Are you a fool?" ”

“？？？” Juan struggled to turn his head from the covers to look at Casillas, but failed.

"Nothing ......," Casillas rolled over.

Did he come here specifically to find abuse?!

How is this man's head always sharp!

Casillas was still angry here, and Juan poked him carefully.

"Igor?"

Casillas didn't move.

Juan thought he was asleep in seconds, so he tried to lie down quietly as much as possible.

There was silence for a long time, and just when Juan felt that he was about to fall asleep, the people around him spoke, and their voices were so low that they could hardly be heard.

"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, either sit on the edge of the bed and watch you all the time, or be bold and secretly kiss you on the face, and then lie down next to you and sleep, and when I wake up and open my eyes, I can see you." ”

“……”

After a moment of silence, Juan moved.

Casillas didn't seem to expect Juan to not sleep, and almost jumped up in shock, that is, Juan acted neatly and slapped the person back into the quilt directly.

- How do you come to say that?

If you don't believe it, look up, who the sky spares you!

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

Juan rubbed the tousled hair from his head, then bent down and kissed it.

It's no longer cheeks.

Before Casillas could react, Juan had already gotten back into the quilt, leaving only one head: "Okay, don't make trouble, we'll go to Moro tomorrow, go to sleep." ”

"But, you, I'm ......" Casillas stammered a little, and Juan looked up at him.

'Talking to Moreau about a transfer, we'll go to him after Christmas and play together, and he's definitely on holiday with Raul.

"I knew it was for the transfer...... I also know that you have set your sights on Morrow a long time ago," Casillas was helpless, "but can you not get so close to me?" ”

"Don't worry about these details :D"

“……”

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

Which side of reason and emotion is heavier, or in other words, is it that he is depressed to death first, or strangles this depressive sweetheart first......

Casillas had thought he would lose sleep tonight, but in reality, he slept deeply without a dream.

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

The next day, Juan and Casillas set out together to look for Raul and Morientes, and the two of them seemed to know that Juan was looking for them, and did not go too far, and finally met at a considerable latitude. When Juan and Casillas appeared together, they didn't feel strange at all, and waved their hands directly: "Yo, here it is." ”

"Surfing?" There is no need for any politeness between them, no matter how long they haven't seen each other, it's like friends who just separated yesterday, and they can roll up their sleeves and start talking.

Raul smiled and nodded.

He and Morientes, the twin stars of Real Madrid, both have half-length hair, wet shoulders by the waves, honey-colored skin is gradually left behind, if it is not for the shorts are too ruined to the beauty, under the blowing of the sea breeze, these two people are like gods in Greek mythology.

"I thought you'd bring Guti with you."

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

"Sue sù what?" Raul was stunned for a moment, and looked at Casillas, both of whom were dazed by each other's eyes. "Where did Guti go again?"

"Guti went to the Pampas to see the eagles." As soon as Juan said this, Raul's eyes immediately flashed, and he immediately reacted, although Morientes looked dumbfounded, but he didn't have any doubts about this matter, as if he already knew it.

Juan looked at the expressions of the two people in front of him, and then looked at Casillas on the side, and finally understood what emotional intelligence is compared to emotional intelligence, and the emotional intelligence of people who are angry is angry.

He had a full five minutes to react......

"That's really congratulations." Raul smiled lightly, "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 getting better, but at the competitive level, they are ......"

Morientes smiled and remained silent, not saying anything.

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

A kind of confidence and confidence that no matter where you are or what club you are, you can find your own place, so Morientes is not afraid of being sold.

The only thing he was sad about was that he and Raul were separated again.

"I've heard that Real Madrid is closer to Monaco now." Juan hinted, and Morientes nodded calmly: "Yes, if nothing else, it may be officially announced in two days." Sorry Juan, you're late. ”

"Really?" Juan smiled, "Moreau, I'll just ask you...... Which do you choose in La Liga or Ligue 1? ”

"La Liga, of course." Morientes blinked in surprise, "But you Laco, I don't think Real Madrid will sell it." ”

"It doesn't matter, you just have to tell me what you think of A Coruña." Juan raised an eyebrow and looked him seriously into the eye.

"Do you think Deportivo La Coruna is a team to join? Do you think Deportivo La Coruna qualifies for the title? Do you think A Coruña will allow you to achieve what you want to do? ”

Morientes was silent for a long time.

"Monaco ......"

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

Among the few people who played together, Morientes was the most gentle, Raul was black-bellied, Guti was a cannonball, Casillas was good at playing with mud, and Juan was to the point.

It can be said that he is the one who has the fastest idea among them.

"I think Laco is good." Morientes finally said, "It's not just because you're the manager of Laco, in fact, Portillo's performance this season is in the eyes of all of us, and now there are a lot of young people in Real Madrid who are ready to move." ”

"Javier Portillo kicked out, why can't they play it?"

Juan looked at Raul, and the Real Madrid captain nodded slightly, proving that Real Madrid and Castillari do have such a culture now.

"So now, a lot of people want to go outside, and there are other places where Laco can't......" Morientes took a deep breath and looked at Juan with a smile, "You may not believe it, but I was the one who offered to sell it." ”

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

They have been playing together for so long, and of course they both know each other very well, and Morientes is the one who can do such a thing.

His performance in this year's European Championship 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 fall victim.

The only way to avoid this is to keep your level of competition at a very high level.

Real Madrid couldn't give him a chance.

A Coruña can.

"But, all I can say is sorry, Juan, Monaco is already ......," Morientes opened his mouth.

His phone was vibrating.

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

Morientes looked at Juan, then at Raul, and picked up the phone with a shudder.

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

"Son, the deal between Monaco and Real Madrid has been reached!"

Morientes smiled hard at the man in front of him: "My father said that Monaco has made a deal with Real Madrid...... I'm a Monaco player now. ”

"It's okay, I'll still 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?"

Morientes was stunned: "Go on?" ”

On the phone, his father was still a little excited and couldn't stop.

"But this morning, Deportivo made a bid for Monaco...... Monaco also accepted An offer from A Coruña! ”

"......" Morientes opened his mouth, a little incredulous.

"Morrow? Son? ”

On the phone, his father continued to harass him: "Son, listen to me, Deportivo offered Monaco 20 million to buy you, Monaco didn't agree at first, and Deportivo didn't relent!" If you want me to say yes, isn't Juan your good friend?! ”

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

"Uh, okay...... Then you can give me an answer. ”

The phone hung up, and Morientes took a deep breath and looked at the still smiling man in front of him.

"You madman......"

Juan Díaz didn't care about the title, just looked at him with raised eyebrows.

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