Chapter 77: Where is Jun going?

After the words "many years" and "for a long time", Thiago Silva still remembers the scene of this day.

Calderón's grass was green, Diego López's face was dark, and he didn't even dare to look at the sidelines.

Torres dared, and it wasn't him, and instead of celebrating, the young man turned his head to look near Lack's dugout, was silent for a moment, and uncharacteristically stepped forward to pat Thiago on the shoulder.

Thiago is still on the verge of being distraught, and he has finally returned to his soul after being shot like this, but why does this Spanish golden boy look at him with such eyes?

"Nothing malicious, just wanted to ask how many years of contract you signed."

“？？？” The other party opened his mouth in Spanish, and the Brazilian teenager listened with a blank face, Torres didn't force it when he saw that he didn't understand, but continued: "It's just a personal construction, your bench looks a little scary, or you think about it, you can transfer as much as possible." ”

With that, Torres left, leaving Thiago scratching his head blankly.

What is this person talking about, comforting himself? Or are you mocking him?

People who couldn't understand the strength subconsciously looked in the direction of their coach's seat, but as a result, he couldn't see it, and he was about to cry.

To be honest, no matter how angry and furious the coach is at this time, he can accept it, after all, it is indeed his problem, but it still looks very normal over there, and everyone encourages him with a smile on their faces, not angry at all, what a good person!

Torres didn't know what was going on with the Brazilian defender, anyway, he was a little panicked just by looking at the murderous aura that was about to permeate the Laco bench, and he didn't know if he would see this guy in the next game......

An own goal is an own goal, everything has to be settled after the game, anyway, he doesn't have to turn his head back, he can feel Redondo and Romario can't bear to look at each other, these two people are notoriously strict with their juniors, and they don't have to think about what kind of "love education" Thiago will have after going back.

Tsk, it feels sour when I think about it......

The game is still going on, I don't know if it's because of the own goal, the atmosphere on the pitch is a little weird, Thiago's debut is dedicated to the unforgettable own goal, Thiago tears are about to flow out, but he knows that now is not the time to shed tears, he has to work harder! Well!

Seeing what Torres said, Thiago wiped his eyes and was ready to continue the game, the red eyes and pretending to be calm looked pitiful, Marceno hesitated for a moment, looked at the scene ahead, Belleron took the ball and a few teammates to push into the opponent's half of the court unhurriedly, although without the blessing of Aimar and Redondo, he was still able to protect the ball at his feet.

Seeing that there seemed to be nothing to worry about in front of him, Marcello gritted his teeth and ran to Thiago's side: "Thiago, are you okay?" ”

"I'm okay......" It's nothing when no one asks, as soon as someone asks, the Brazilian teenager will start crying again, whose league debut is actually an own goal? No matter how you think about it, your future is going to be doomed!

Seeing that the person in front of him was depressed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, Marceno decided not to ask what Torres had just said, and instead patted him on the head: "It's okay Thiago, who hasn't made a mistake?" As long as you try your best to make up for it in the next time, you will still have a way to survive when you go back. ”

Thiago wiped his eyes again and nodded vigorously: "I'll do my best." ”

"Yes, don't be afraid to move forward boldly, there are still me and Lopes behind, don't be busy with another one, there will always be goals in the front." Marceno reassured, but for some reason, Thiago sounded a little wrong......

Seeing the two defenders on the pitch kissing me and me, Juan's face was calm, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking, but after scoring an own goal, he sat back in the coach's box, which made everyone feel incredible.

It stands to reason that at this time it should be like thunder, or at least a few words, isn't Laco's little coach too inexperienced??

Obviously, many people feel this way, especially several commentators and streamers, who have protested that Juan's coaching is not responsible at all, and only Sky Sports has a little clue.

"Juan Díaz is not a roaring coach, his calmness seems to be as unsettling as the calm before the storm, and I wonder what will happen to Thiago Silva after the game. Or step up your training? "Frank is very interested in Laco now, after all, such a strange team is not seen every year!

And their coach is as young as an injured player on the bench, and the next to Romario and Redondo look like coaches, but the opposite is true, so it seems that the scene is still very comedic. 、

"I hope it's to train harder." Dean said in a deep voice, "Although it is an own goal, at least Thiago Silva is still very stable in other aspects, as a twenty-year-old novice. ”

"He still has a long way to go in terms of defusing effective attacks, but he can't make such a big improvement all at once, after all, people take time to grow," Frank is very tolerant, "as long as he can grow as fast as Laco's patience with him, he still has a lot of hope." ”

In the comments of the two of them on Thiago, the half-time whistle blew, and Laco's first game ended with a score of 1:2, at least in terms of results, it was quite good?

"A Coruña won the first game! It wasn't a thrilling game, arguably, but it was exciting enough, and Deportivo didn't have much of a problem with their new line-up, with smooth passing and quick transitions, albeit with a bit of a problem in terms of speed...... But that doesn't mean it's bad! ”

Frank took a deep breath.

"What was particularly surprising was the formation ...... At the beginning, all of us thought that this formation was simply a blind fight, and the people who put this formation must have been caught in the door, who would only have a traditional center forward, and then a group of central midfielders? And in the course of the game, we can see that Portillo has been dropping back, he has been around the center circle for half of the game, he can quickly join the team's attack and defense, and he is also easy to push forward, this game except for two goals, he does not look like a center forward at all! ”

"I'm sure all the friends in front of the TV must have the same doubts as us, so let's connect with Jane and hear what Juan Díaz has to say over there!"

As soon as the connection passed, the live broadcast room was full of noise and noise, everyone seemed to be crazy, and the big victory was noisy, and no one came to the coach's seat where their camera lens had been pointed.

"Jen, what's going on there?" Frank Diff asked.

Jane never appeared in the camera, but after hearing him ask, she quickly flashed in, coughed lightly and said, "Juan...... Juan Díaz did not attend the press conference. ”

"Huh??"

Juan didn't go to the press conference, in fact, as soon as the game ended, he went to Atletico Madrid's coach to shake hands, and Atletico Madrid's coach looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Congratulations on scoring all three goals in the game."

"Thanks, though I'm not happy at all." Juan replied, then glanced behind him, "Can I have a word with my friend?" ”

"Of course." Atletico Madrid's head coach is also really helpless, speaking of which, this is indeed a friend, such as the kind of fake package! The kid in front of him is about the same age as his golden boy, but this person is already the head coach, so it's still awkward to think about it......

As soon as Torres heard that he was going to talk to him, he turned his head and wanted to run into the players' tunnel, but he only moved on his toes, and Juan's voice came: "Nino? ”

The person who was called out of the nickname could only pause and look back helplessly: "What......'s the matter?"

Juan smiled and hugged him, asking in his ear, "What did you just say to Thiago?" ”

"It's nothing, he doesn't understand Spanish anyway." Torres wisely avoided answering, and he wasn't stupid!

"Really?" Juan's voice sounded very soft, and the Spanish golden boy subconsciously shuddered twice. Generally speaking, it is not a good thing for this person to speak in this tone!

"Of course it's true, I just comforted him a few words, and I ran away knowing that he didn't understand!"

Juan took two steps back and looked at him with a smile, tilting his head to look at him, and Torres looked back with a pretended composure.

It seemed like a game had passed before Juan whispered, "Okay, I believe you." ”

Torres breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously looked back: "Why didn't you go to the press conference?" ”

"I don't want to go, I'm not in the mood." Juan was upset at the thought of the questions he might have been asked at the press conference, "You go back to the locker room, I'll go back to our locker room." ”

"Go, go, go." Torres nodded silently, then turned and ran in the direction of his locker room, until the locker room door closed, and he was relieved and sat down on the bench in collapse.

"What's wrong Nino, someone is chasing you from behind?" Simeone asked curiously when he saw his little teammate like this, and Torres looked up and said in a deep voice that did not match his age: "It's time chasing me......"

When Juan was walking in the direction of his locker room, assistant coach Allen hurriedly ran over: "Coach, what about the post-game press conference?" ”

"There you go." Juan waved his hand casually, he didn't want to answer anything about the own goal at all!

"Boss, just spare me." Alan was about to cry, the first time he was interviewed before the game, he felt that he had lost a layer of skin, and now he is still going? It's better to kill him!

"Okay, then ......" Marshal Lark casually turned his head to order someone to attend the press conference, only to find that all his staff members were all bowing their heads and hurrying around, everyone was rushing in the opposite direction from him, and obviously no one wanted to go to this press conference.

In the end, it was Juan who went, and the reluctant Marshal Lack was very embarrassed to be a little late, and when he appeared at the press conference, everyone stood up, and the flash crackled in and out.

He sat down helplessly and knocked on the table: "What do you want to ask?" ”

"Many, many!!" "Could you please hurry up and take the roll call?!" "Pick me, choose me, choose me!!" "Pump me! Pump me as hard as you like and ask questions!! ”

Fortunately, although the last one shouted loudly, he remembered to make up for it, otherwise Juan's reputation would be like that.

Seeing that all the reporters in the audience seemed to be going crazy, Juan hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and clicked one.

Who let him not see Carbonero and Jane at first glance, and not at second glance, so he can only choose at random.

And it turns out that the wild reporters outside are not as kind as their own families, and they asked a very sharp question as soon as they came up.

"What will be the punishment for Thiago Silva when he returns?"

As soon as he heard such a question, Juan's first reaction was helplessness, Laco's specialties are not well known, what is there to punish? It's a lot, it's just a little bit more training, it's really just a little bit!

'He's not going to be punished, we're going to step up his training in all aspects and help him get out of this shadow.' Juan's answer was very relaxed, and he also looked like his majesty was not strict.

It's so careless when you're young!

"What do you think about the tactics of this game?"

"What do you think?" Juan tilted his head and thought for a moment, "This is going to talk about training that day." ”

Seeing that Juan was about to start reminiscing, everyone held their breath and clenched the pen in their hands.

"When I was training, I saw that we had so many midfielders, so we just used them together, and the effect was very significant, so we continued to use them."

“……”

What kind of casual reason is this!? Slam the table in anger! Shouldn't it be hard thinking, meditating, thinking, and then suddenly opening up? Do you understand everyone's psychology of seeking coolness?!

Juan didn't think there was anything wrong with him at all, but directly ordered the next one.

"Dias, who do you think is the best person in Atletico Madrid?"

Juan knew that this was a preparation for the lead, so he replied calmly: "Everyone is very good, they add a lot of pressure to Laco's defense, and the own goal there mentioned before is the most intuitive manifestation. ”

"Talk about Portillo?"

"Portillo is a friend of mine since I was at Castilla, he has a very comprehensive shooting technique and he has his own way of shooting in front of goal, which is systematic, and after that I will only make as many fine-tuning as possible, and the general direction will not change."

Juan was already a little impatient at this point, after all, it was really impatient to ask such questions at press conferences, and he casually raised a raised hand while calculating the possibility of finding a spokesperson specifically.

"Juan Dias, do you have any plans to use the stars to build momentum for the team?"

The question was very aggressive, but before it reached the point of shocking people's bodies, Juan was already stunned, and then subconsciously looked up.

“…… Fernando ......"

The reporters at the scene were talking, is this someone Juan knows? But I haven't heard of this person by Juan's side for so many years.

Could it be that they are not clear about the situation?

The young man who stood up had long hair and a kind smile on his face, and he looked very attractive, especially the baby face, no one expected that such a pertinent question just now was raised by him.

Juan looked at him, his eyes shaking for the first time.

He knew a lot of Fernando, and the first one was the person in front of him.

- The best brother, the purest malice, the first nightmare.

The man was unmoved, still with a smile on his face: "Please answer my question." ”

Juan's eyes darkened almost instantly.

"I don't know why you think like that, nonsense."

"Isn't that so? The tactics you used today are unheard of, and as far as you can see, it's basically all about relying on those big names to support the scene, and even an own goal, which you don't think has anything to do with you? He was so aggressive that Juan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

'The tactics I used have not been used before, but that doesn't mean it's not practical, at least the score in this game is proof of it, the own goal was an accident, Thiago Silva is a very down-to-earth player, not as bad as you think.

"As for the stars, what's wrong with that? The Santiago Bernabeu and Camp Nou are star-studded, and Riazor is nothing compared to them. ”

Riazo is the home of Deportivo La Coruna, and this analogy is actually very true, after all, Deportivo La Coruna is not as good as the star-making Cheng Dù of those two teams, not to mention that Laco is still a rookie team?

Breaking the battle for supremacy, let's leave it to Valencia, Laco only needs to have a Champions League spot......

But the appearance of this person suddenly broke his usual calm, and after answering the question quickly, Juan stood up and prepared to leave, regardless of the people's retention.

"Are you going to take Rako to ruin?" Listening to the aggressive question, Juan paused, then turned his head.

The person who spoke was still Fernando, the smile on his face had disappeared, and the eyes full of gloom were staring at him, almost exactly the same as they had been ten years ago.

After a moment of silence, Juan turned his head to look at him and replied in a deep voice: "We, Deportivo La Coruna, will only move forward on the road to the championship." ”

"Really, that means you're confident you'll be able to lift the trophy after the league is over?"

"Yes."

"Huh." The man let out a chuckle, "So you think you can win with this broken tactic?" ”

"Tactics can't be broken, only those who use them know." Major Marshal Lako turned around, "That's the end of today's press conference. ”

After he left, the audience was in an uproar, usually Juan's press conference, Jane Smith and Sara Carbonero's Shura field is the biggest attraction, but today, the biggest attraction seems to have been robbed by a man!

Back in the hallway of the locker room, Juan gasped twice and subconsciously rubbed his temples.

Why is that person here, he has obviously disappeared for ten years!

After taking a deep breath, Juan straightened his back.

You can check this qiē, and the most important thing now is your own team.

When he returned to the locker room, everyone had already come out of it one after another, and most of them were still blushing when they saw him, bowing their heads and covering their crotches, and quickly walked over, and one or two waved at him very aggressively: "Boss, are you back?" ”

Juan glanced at them and nodded, "What about Thiago?" ”

"I don't know where I was pulled by Pengpeng, maybe it's the toilet."

Juan sighed, feeling that he had done something evil—everything was crowded together at this moment, and he didn't know what to say.

When he found the two men, the Brazilian rookie duo was hugging their heads and crying, and Pompons, who claimed to have been born with no brains, wiped his tears and said, "It's all my fault!" If I hadn't said that the score was 2:1, you wouldn't have scored an own goal, and I was blamed for it! ”

Thiago was not so much crying as he was shedding tears, and he couldn't say a word with his mouth closed, after all, no matter what he thought, his debut was oolong, is there any need to continue his career?

"Puffon, I want to retire......"

"What are you talking about?!" David Luiz was startled, and his eyes suddenly widened, "Retirement?!! ”

"Yes." Thiago analysed himself very heavily, "I don't feel like I have the talent to play, and I really ...... I'm scared, what if there is another own goal, what if I cause something to the team...... It's good that I won this game, but what if I lost the game because of one of my own goals? Then I will never forgive myself! ”

"No!" The two men spoke in unison.

Thiago and Luis glanced at each other, they both saw the horror in each other's eyes, they both turned their heads at the same time, and Juan walked out from the corner: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to listen to you. ”

After a suspicious pause, Juan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"But at least can you two stop hugging each other just yet?"

To be honest, the two big men hugged each other with tears and snot, and they looked really spicy......

The Brazilian duo scrambled to their feet, invariably choosing to lower their heads, not daring to look at Juan again, and Juan didn't say anything, but stepped forward and patted Fluffy on the shoulder.

"I heard you predicted today's score in the middle of the game?"

Pompons shuddered, looked up and smiled pitifully: "Coach, I ......"

"I know you didn't mean to," Juan said kindly, "after all, you don't have a brain :D"

Puffy lowered her head all of a sudden.

"As for you, Thiago."

As soon as he heard Juan call his name, Thiago Silva couldn't help but tremble, and looked at him with a pair of very pitiful eyes, Juan couldn't say anything when he saw that this man was about to cry like a rabbit, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Believe in yourself, what others can do, you can do. Keep training hard, and if you're good, you'll have a chance in the future. ”

Hearing Juan say this, their eyes lit up and they nodded their heads hurriedly.

Juan smiled: "If you know, hurry back to the locker room, we're ready to go." ”

After returning to Deportivo La Coruna, the team disbanded on the spot, went back to the dorm and went home, and Juan took a shower and went to bed after being carried back by Riquelme.

- Failed.

As it turned out, the first game still had a lot of influence on him.

It's not like Manchester United, which has its own team, he only needs to make a little change, and it's not like the national team, except for the end he basically has nothing to do.

It's a club of its own!

He rebuilt the club little by little, ran around to gather people, and even put most of his heart and soul into it, and just today, he tasted the fruits of victory!

It's just a sip, and it's just the beginning of the season, but he's still excited.

Being a head coach and being an assistant coach are really two different experiences.

Seeing that he was so excited that he couldn't sleep, Juan could only get up, he decided to go out for a walk, breathe and calm himself down, taking advantage of the cool breeze, he casually put on a sportswear, put on a hat on his head and went out.

The atmosphere of A Coruña tonight was very good, the streets were full of citizens holding wine bottles and singing team songs, even in the bars, Juan took two steps and stopped at the door of a bar.

The bar had a large Deportivo crest on the sign, and a line underneath it that read, "In A Coruña, there are no strangers", which he found so interesting that he couldn't help but lower the brim of his hat and walk in.

The wind chimes at the door of the "jingle bell" rang twice, and the boss at the counter subconsciously glanced at him and shouted, "Little ghost, buy wine for your father at home?" Why haven't I seen you? ”

Juan suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, so he could only reply: "No, I'm here to drink." ”

Hearing him say this, everyone in the store began to burst into laughter, and some people began to shout, "Go home, boy!" "You'd better go to bed quickly, you have to go to school tomorrow, right?"

Listening to the more and more people in the store talked, Juan couldn't help but shake his head helplessly, and then sat down in front of the bar counter of the bar, and the boss approached: "What do you want to drink?" ”

Juan didn't know anything about alcohol, and Díaz hesitated for a moment.

"A beer will do."

"Boy, can you drink?" The man sitting on one side approached and looked at his side face suspiciously.

No, why is this kid's side face a little familiar......

"Why not?" Juan turned his head and raised an eyebrow, exposing his face to air. "I'm 22 years old after midnight."

"That's right...... Happy birthday! The people around him didn't care, laughed and raised a glass at him, and then choked. Juan?! ”

"Why, old man, do you know him?" The bar owner put the beer in front of Juan and raised an eyebrow to see the person on the side.

"Of course!! It's Juan! The uncle immediately jumped up, held his hand and laughed, "Today's game is really exciting!" I was worried when I first watched it, but I wasn't scared in the second half! ”

As soon as he started talking about tonight's game again, the people at the scene also began to talk about it, and the atmosphere was very lively, Juan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and smile: "Even if there is an own goal?" ”

"Oops, what's wrong with the own goal, we also won the own goal!" He laughed and patted Juan on the shoulder with his big hand, "Good boy, when you first came, I was still thinking about what Deportivo was going to do in the future!" ”

As soon as he heard him say this, the boss finally couldn't help it: "Hey, you start lightly, what if you shoot someone else's young man?" ”

"Hahaha, oh yes, I'm going to tap, hehe......" The uncle couldn't help but laugh, put down his hand that had been patting Juan, Juan was saved from the clutches of the devil, he looked at this person helplessly, then pressed his hat and got up.

"Eh, where are you going?" The uncle looked up at him, and Juan smiled helplessly: "Go back, I have to train tomorrow." ”

"Oooh!! Then you go slowly, do you want me to send you? ”

Juan waved his hand: "Thank you, no need." ”

Watching Juan leave, the uncle couldn't help but take a big sip of the beer in front of him.

"Whose guy is that, he ordered a beer and didn't drink a drink before leaving." The boss thought it was very strange, although this person gave money, but the beer was put here without moving, it was really strange.

"It's Juan!" The uncle grinned, and the boss let out an "oh" and asked very usually, "Which Juan?" ”

"What kind of Juan, that's Juan Dias!"

"What?" Hearing this, the owner of the bar and the others were stunned.

After walking around, Juan walked in the direction of his house very casually, but when he stood outside his door, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

There's a guy sneaking around on his doorstep?

It must be explained here that Juan's home in A Coruña is a two-storey villa with more rooms, so it looks empty, especially at night, and once he turns off the lights, the whole villa looks like a haunted house.

Someone swaying at the door of the haunted house doesn't sound like a good thing.

Although Juan was ready to continue looking at it like this, preferably by the time the man rummaged into his house, he quickly gave up on the idea, rubbed his temples and walked over helplessly.

"Igor."

The young man dangling in front of his door froze suddenly, and through the dim street lamp, Juan could clearly see the eyelashes of his little friend.

It's Igor indeed, Juan sighed: "Why are you here?" ”

"That's what I want to ask......" Cassie turned his head, his face almost reddening, "Why didn't you sleep at home?" ”

"Can't sleep, go for a walk." Juan raised the brim of his hat, very helpless: "Why don't you call me?" ”

"I'm afraid you're already asleep and disturbing you." Cassie opened the door sideways, and Juan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "I'll give you a spare key later, come whenever you want, you don't have to say hello to me."

"Okay." Cassie's eyes sparkled in the darkness, and Juan was a little tickled to see him.

In order to hide himself, he coughed lightly and stepped forward to open the door: "Come in." ”

It wasn't until Cassie sat down on the couch and Juan came over with water that he remembered something.

"That's not right...... Why are you here, didn't Real Madrid also have a game today? ”

Compared to Laco's first game was away, Real Madrid was much better, their first game was at home, that is, the two played at the same time in the same city, or even just a few dozen kilometers apart, but Juan really didn't want to trouble his friends, so he went back to Deportivo La Coruna with the team.

"yes, so Raul didn't come, and they didn't dare to run around." Casillas laughed, "That's the good thing about the goalkeeper!" ”

Juan couldn't help but give him a kind look.

This person, relying on his own goalkeeper, has a short running distance, and his physical fitness can keep up, he is willful, and he flew directly from Madrid overnight?

"What's your expression?" Cassie glared at him.

"No, no, you're the best goalkeeper!" Juan couldn't help but smile helplessly and rubbed the person's head, "I'm glad you came to see me." ”

"Guess what I brought you?" Casillas put his hands behind his back and looked at him with a smug expression.

...... "Brother, you didn't have anything in your hand just now, okay?"

Juan thought for a moment and shook his head honestly: "I don't know." ”

"Then you put your hand out." Casillas laughed.

"What are you going to give me?" Juan stretched out his hand, but he was grabbed as a handful, Casillas coughed lightly, and his face was full of seriousness: "Do I want to give you one?" ”

"......" Juan looked at the Spanish goalkeeper speechlessly, and after saying this, he blushed like a tomato.

"Come to think of it, you're twenty-two years old." Casillas sighed, "Happy birthday! ”

- Hey, don't think I'll ignore you if you stagger the topic, your ears are red!