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He took out his mobile phone and wanted to make a call, but he thought that there should be a training session in Spain, so he only sent a text message to Raul, compared to Guti or he was more calm, Casillas might be safer to leave Casillas's business to him.

To his surprise, Raul's text message came back quickly.

"What do you mean 'I know, I bought the ticket'......" Juan sighed helplessly, It turned out that there was an accomplice, no wonder they came over so soon, they grew up together, it can be said that they know the roots, he also knows how easy Cassie is to drill the horns, and he also understands Raul and Guti's thoughts.

Even if he really doesn't care, Igor's own heart disease may not be removed. The only thing that can prove that he has nothing wrong with him now is to work hard, at least that will reassure the guy a little bit?

He suddenly stopped arguing with himself, and felt a little lonely

Juan returned to his room when the sigh was over, but he paused at the door, raising his eyebrows.

"Cristiano?" Oh yes, Cristiano's debut should be almost complete, after all, he hasn't put his stuff down yet, and he won't be going to meet and make an appearance until later. "I thought they were going to find you a room to rent outside."

"I want to live closer to you." Cristiano touched his nose a little embarrassed, he looked very shy, when he was in the national team, his captain took good care of him, and the relationship between them was like brothers, so the Portuguese youngster was so relaxed, "They said that I was assigned a translator to learn English well, I should live with him, right?" ”

"Well, if that's what you think." Juan sighed helplessly, stepped forward and opened his door, should he be happy? The lord configured him with a two-bedroom, one-living room and one-bathroom room, "Come in." ”

Cristiano hooked his head and looked around: "Captain, where is your roommate?" ”

Juan stood with his arms crossed, watching him walk in with his things. "What about Jorge?"

"Jorge was talking to Mr. Ferguson, I didn't know what was going on, so I came first." Cristiano said casually, then looked up as if he realized something and glanced at Juan cautiously: "Captain, can I request to change rooms with your teammates?" ”

Alas, this stupid child. Juan reluctantly lowered his arm and closed the door, then turned around and pounced on the Portuguese youngster with a blank face.

"Ah, what are you doing, Captain...... Hahahaha, it's so itchy, hahaha, go away, captain, hahaha, what are you doing, it's really itchy!! The child was afraid of itching, he had long known this, and he could directly scratch the unsuspecting person into tears, and after frolicking for a while, Cristiano was about to collapse...... Laughing.

The two of them staggered on the sofa, looking like they were not doing anything right, and Cristiano's nervousness when he first arrived in a foreign place was relieved a lot, and he sighed relaxedly, and just as he was about to say something, he heard the voices of the people around him calm.

"Chris, I'm retired."

There was a dead silence in the room, Cristiano could barely hear the breath of the people around him, he suddenly sat up and looked at the people lying beside him, Juan was still lazily leaning on the sofa, his dark blonde hair looked a little cold in the air of England where there was almost no sunlight.

Seeing Cristiano's eyes widen, Juan couldn't help but chuckle and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder.

"By the way, your new translator is me."

The poor Portuguese youngster was completely sluggish, what was his captain talking about, why could he understand every word of every sentence, but the meaning was so misunderstood?

Seeing that Cristiano's whole person was about to be bad, Juan straightened up and looked into his eyes very seriously.

"Let me tell you that."

"There are no teammates, and there are no captains anymore."

"I'm retired, I'm not playing on the pitch anymore, you know, Cristiano?"

"I ...... I don't really understand......" Cristiano lowered his head, and his brain was a little confused for a while. Obviously, they were still playing together before, why did they suddenly retire all of a sudden?

Juan understands this: "Jorge didn't tell you that he must have been afraid that you would be distracted, and I was also in a car accident at the time, so I really couldn't continue to play." ”

"Car accident?!" Cristiano had never heard of it at all! Neither Jorge nor the newspapers told him!

Juan naturally knew what he was thinking, and he was understandable in this matter. At most, Marca and Ace newspapers gave his car accident a position the size of a tofu block, maybe the local newspapers in Portugal will pay more attention to his affairs, and even spend some space to report it, but in the case of Cristiano's upcoming landing in the British Isles and joining the world's great Manchester United, is his news too disappointing?

Of course, Cristiano still doesn't know the whole story, and the biggest hero should be Jorge, and he should thank his agent for this, otherwise his nanny will not be Casillas alone.

Truth be told, his stubborn little teammates are much more difficult to deal with than that guy......

And speaking of which, it was already half a month ago that he was in a coma for seven days, and it is estimated that at that time, the little teammates were directly kept in the dark by Jorge, and no one mentioned it after the matter passed, after all, his retirement was not a big deal?

"Jorge should have told me!" Obviously, his little teammate was going to blow up, and Juan could only give him a hair - God knows why, he just couldn't say anything serious about this little teammate.

"He's afraid of influencing you." Juan patted the child's head, "Okay, don't be angry, hurry up and clean up, aren't you going to appear at night?" ”

"Oh......" Cristiano obediently got up and began to pack up, although he didn't bring many things, but since he was going to stay with the team leader for a long time, he naturally had to put his things in order.

"Chris, every injury can change the trajectory of a professional athlete's life, and one injury is enough to undo all the talent and hard work, not to mention the invincible time."

The Portuguese teenager turned his head to see that his squad leader was sitting leisurely on the sofa, holding a book in his hand and reading, as if he was just reading the words of the book, but if this was the case, why did he have a kind of emotion in his eyes that Cristiano couldn't explain?

The young general looked at him, and finally turned back and continued to pack his things.

"Captain."

"Huh?" In fact, Juan just said it casually, after all, he still has some regrets about this matter - it is not because of an injury on the court that he retired, but because of an accidental car accident, which made him unwilling.

No matter who you are, you're going to be unwilling, right? As a warrior, a fighter, he did not die on his own battlefield, but died in a force majeure accident.

"If anyone can get through it, it's you."

Juan was stunned and turned his gaze to his young teammate who was busy in the room, initially thinking it was his own delusion, until he saw the other's ears that had turned red.

He couldn't help laughing, this time his mood was really good, and he could finally concentrate on the book in front of him-

Coach Certification Preliminary Examination.

When Coach Alex Ferguson asked him in the morning why he didn't come as an assistant coach, he only said "for the time being", while at the same time having a little bit of his own thoughts in mind.

For example, the Manchester United system is not suitable for him to learn.

Maybe he can't continue to fight on the pitch, but at least he can be a guy who swings off the pitch.

Originally, his retirement goal was football, but now he has only retired ten or twenty years earlier, and he can still continue his goal.

He still has something to learn.

In the evening, the Portuguese teenager was going to make his debut, so he went out first, Juan continued to study those difficult books in his room, and it was at this time that his mobile phone rang again, he glanced at it, sighed and picked it up.

Raul...... I don't know, is it cheap enough to make two or three calls a day? ”

"I don't want to." The person on the other side heard that there was no impatience in his tone, and said with a smile, "I just want to say that Igor has come back safely, and he was scolded by Coach Bosque. ”

Hearing Raul's voice on the other end of the phone, Juan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "You guys won't still be on the training ground, will you?" ”

"yes......" There was a rustling of grass on the phone, which Juan was familiar with—he probably turned over in that fertile meadow of Valdebebas, oh, the nostalgic feeling. It's really 'just over', and I'm kind of feeling the pain. ”

"You finally get it." Guti, who was a little further away on the other end of the phone, complained to Raul, "I will always remember the smug face you and Juan had when we went back!" ”

"Shall I join you this time? Oh...... Put your legs down, it's heavy! Raul was very helpless, it sounded like Guti willfully cocked his leg to Raul, and then the phone may have been thrown aside, the two of them started to fight regardless of the soreness in their bodies, Juan listened and laughed on the other end of the phone, and his eyebrows and eyes softened a lot.

Then he heard the rustling of grass, and it seemed that someone had approached the phone. The sound of breathing was close at hand, and the person on the other side made a sound that almost sighed, and Juan, no matter how sharp his teeth were, remained quiet at this moment.

Obviously, I only met today, and with a sigh, I put all the distance and reality in front of me - even if we meet again in the future, it will not be on the court.

When Raul and Guti lay back on the grass out of breath, they had no strength at all, and they struggled to glance at Cassie, and found that he was just staring at the phone in a daze, the phone had long since hung up, and the three of them stared at the phone in a daze.

I said...... Guti's Adam's apple tumbled up and down because it was dry. How will I go back later? ”

The three men looked at each other.

"Eh, Cristiano," Ferdinand whispered as he glanced past his little teammate and bowed his head that day, "you are familiar with Assistant Coach Dias, can you talk about it, so that he doesn't look at us like that all the time?" ”

Cristiano opened his mouth and couldn't help but look back in the direction of his squad leader, but only saw his cold eyes, the Portuguese teenager trembled, and immediately turned his head back and said very firmly: "No! ”

Seeing Ferdinand's disappointed look, Cristiano was embarrassed to say that he just didn't dare to go, so he said a few more words: "Well, he was just watching us, he used to be in the national team, but he soon pointed out the shortcomings of playing for the whole team, including the seniors in the first team......"

"Seniors in the first team? You mean Rui Costa and Figo? Ferdinand was dumbfounded, did he remember Figo's temper, which was not too irritable to describe as "terrible", and could he tolerate the fingers of a junior in the national team?

"yes." The Portuguese teenager nodded seriously, crossed his fingers and talked about someone's "great achievements" in the Portuguese national team, Ferdinand was dumbfounded, and finally turned his head to walk when his feet were still fluttering, and the whole team knew Juan's "brilliant record" before the lunch break.

Cristiano, who had finished praising the squad leader, secretly turned around and found that Juan had indeed shifted his gaze and looked in the other direction, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and ran away to train.

And in reality? Juan was just thinking about something, his eyes were empty and looking at one place, those big-name stars during his time at Manchester United would naturally be able to figure out his details quickly, for an unnamed player like him who retired early, everyone's attitude has always been lukewarm, and it is very likely that he has maintained such a state in the face of the lord.

He knew he had to do something to change the situation.

During the lunch break, almost everyone chooses to have lunch in Carrington's cafeteria, and Juan is no exception, although he honestly doesn't have much research on food, but whenever he sees those weird recipes in the UK, he can't help but be speechless for a while before choosing.

At noon today, he chose a beef kidney, some fish and chips with some salad, and as soon as he finished taking something, he heard someone calling him from behind: "Juan! ”

As soon as Juan turned around, sure enough, it was his own little teammate, and at his request in the past few days, Cristiano finally got rid of the habit of calling him captain and changed his name, which was also a little more comforting to him.

Nodding to Scholes, who was standing next to Cristiano, Juan took his plate and prepared to go to the coach's table next door to eat - after all, even though he was younger than United's Class of '92, he was a coach after all, and it always felt weird to sit with the players, and sitting with the coaching staff gave him a certain opportunity to learn even during meals.

"Mr. Dias." Unexpectedly, Scholes actually stopped him, "Do you want to have lunch with us?" Juan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise, and then noticed that the table of Manchester United's first team, which he usually ignored, was looking in this direction, and Juan felt that something was wrong was silent for a while and nodded.

"Okay."

There was a noticeable commotion from the players as Juan actually walked in the direction of their table, but it soon fell silent - their boss was squinting at them at the coach's table not far away.

Although Ferguson didn't know what was going on, he knew that his cubs were measured, and it was time for Juan to get in touch with the first-team players, after all, he had heard a lot of rumors about Juan, and it would be interesting to see if the players with a certain prestige in Castile and the Portuguese national team were not worthy of their names.

As soon as Juan sat down, there was silence, everyone looked at each other, and Cristiano looked at Juan and then at the beef kidneys pie on his plate—he was late, and Juan had taken the last one.

Seeing the eyes of his little teammates, Juan was not calm, he didn't say anything, the knife and fork were drawn, and he simply dialed half of the dishes sent to the other party. So the whole Manchester United team was not calm, and Cristiano's whole face turned red, and he wanted to lower his head under the table.

"Well, Mr. Dias......" Seeing that Juan didn't seem to say anything, really just came over for a quiet meal, Keane couldn't hold back, "We have something to ask you, about football." ”

If it's about football, then naturally there's no problem, Juan wiped his mouth and nodded: "Please say." ”

"We heard from Cristiano that you are very good at looking at the subtleties of your athletes."

"Yes." Juan's answer was concise and clear, yes yes, no yes no, he was still very self-aware of this.

"Then when you were in the national team, you really pointed out Figo's shortcomings?" Giggs asked the question immediately, and he had been curious all morning since Ferdinand told him about it.

Juan paused a little longer this time, and he even had the strength to glance at his little teammate who was almost burying his face in the plate before replying, "Yes." ”

"You weren't beaten by Figo?" Scholes was really surprised at this time, although they were not scared of anyone, but Figo's bad temper was true, to be honest, they really couldn't imagine what they would be like if they were pointed out by a junior in the academy who played the game inadequately.

"The captain is very good." Juan replied simply, he can't say much about this matter, in fact, he is still very favored in the entire Portuguese national team - just like when Cassie was in Real Madrid and Spain, the whole team, including the captain, is used to being spoiled as if he were his own son, but his personality is not as likable as the average "son".

The entire Manchester United first team was in awe of the young assistant coach who was eating quietly in front of them.

So during the afternoon training, Juan found that everyone was training very honestly, he subconsciously turned his head to look at Ferguson standing on the sidelines, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: worthy of being a top coach, the aura of standing on the sidelines can affect the players on the field.

"Juan." The lord noticed his gaze and beckoned him over, "Queiroz has a high opinion of you, and I need you to play to your strengths." ”

"Okay." Juan nodded, took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves and walked onto the court, leaving the Lord and Queiroz standing behind in stunned sight watching his back.

"What is he going to do?" The lord felt that the whole person was not good, he naturally knew that Juan's observation of the details was very helpful to the current Manchester United players, but did he take off his clothes to go to fight?

Queiroz didn't answer him, and he didn't actually need to answer it, because Juan's next action had already answered the lord's words.

He walked among the players, politely greeted the strength and conditioning coach, then picked up a ball on his toes and held it in his hand, and calmly said to everyone: "One-on-one, everyone." ”

At this time, not only the lord, everyone was stunned, but Cristiano was silently covering his face on the side.

- Here it is again, look at the temper of his team leader, do you have to move your feet if you have something to say?

Everyone looked left and right to see that no one stepped forward, Juan looked at Cristiano, so the Portuguese teenager who was struggling to force a face took the lead in stepping forward, Juan threw the ball to him, everyone made some space, the Portuguese teenager took a deep breath, stepped on the ball under his feet, and tentatively took two steps and then exploded directly to accelerate!

The dazzling bicycle pedaling out almost made it impossible to put your feet, and when they played a friendly match against Sporting Lisbon, they knew that the kid's speed and footwork were top-notch, and this time it was simply gorgeous to look at.

Seeing that he was about to approach Juan with the ball was an acceleration change, and it was also the first time he showed off his skills in front of Manchester United's big brothers, but at this time he did not have a little pride in his heart, but was very nervous - because the person standing in front of him still looked calm as water.

Juan's upper body barely moved, but the lower game was unusually steady, almost a matter of electric light, Cristiano staggered and stopped his steps and turned his head to see that the football had quietly stopped at Juan's feet.

It was only at this time that the onlookers exclaimed, the British Peninsula basically relied on tackles to break the ball, this kind of elegant and light footwork with decisiveness is really rare, especially such a mature way of breaking the ball, which can directly make people forget his age.

"The pace is too big, and the frequency should be kept up at the same time, and the grip should be paid attention to, and the next plate is not stable enough." Juan commented briefly, and when he saw the frustrated expression of his little teammate, he thought about it and added, "But it's right to shift the center of gravity downward, and it's no problem to practice again." ”

Cristiano nodded and stepped aside, the rest of the people looked at each other, and Keane was the first to step forward: "Mr. Dias, more advice." "Manchester United's captain has a terrifying aura, which is almost on par with their captain, the two men are almost the same in attack despite their different positions.

Juan nodded lightly, stepped back two steps on the ball, and then started with the ball. The man who accelerated almost instantaneously swept through his side like lightning, Roy Keane, as a competent defensive midfielder and one of the founders of Manchester United's treble victory, his movements are naturally not slow, but Juan is almost a dexterous change of direction -

It was almost exactly the same as Cristiano's action just now, bypassing Manchester United's iron gate captain like the wind.

Stepping on the ball behind him, Juan turned his head, his expression still calm as water, as if he had just done something insignificant.

"You've been staring into my eyes for too long."

Boom...... Is Portugal full of such an aura monster?

After hearing his succinct words, everyone suddenly buried their heads in their notes and began to take notes, only one of them raised his hand.

"Is that how you felt when you coached the game for the first time?"

"Thoughts?" Juan frowned and thought about it, and replied seriously, "As we all know, because of my body, I can't play on the field for a long time, so I always need to find a way out for myself, but now it seems that changing to a referee is the most important thing for me to do." ”

Uh-oh...... Manchester United's young manager has a lot of grudges against the referee. But after all, anyone who is blown a ball at the beginning of the game and has a yellow card attached will have a great dissatisfaction with the referee.

"And what does Mr. Keegan have to say about the game?" The topic turned to the other side, Manchester City's manager was full of black face, he did not bring anyone to the press conference this time, after all, it is not a glorious thing to lead at the beginning and then be overtaken, after the game he also refused Juan's handshake and went straight back to the dressing room, which is honestly a very graceful behavior.

"Congratulations to Manchester United, they have a good translator."

Listening to such a somewhat yin and yang flattery, the reporters on the scene came to their senses and laughed lowly.

Juan has been a self-proclaimed translator at Manchester United until he started playing, and even standing on the sidelines to direct the game, he called himself so, and all the reports at the beginning were very pessimistic about him, after all, the head coach who coached the giants at his age is unprecedented, and it is estimated that there will be no one to come in the future, who knows that such a person can lead the Red Devils to reverse the score?

"Giggs, do you have anything to say about Mr. Dias?"

Seeing that something was wrong with him, Giggs looked up and just wanted to speak, but at a glance, he saw the little manager's smiling gaze, and he said loudly: "Mr. Dias is a very good friend and a great coach, under his leadership we have won the victory, this is the best performance!" ”

Juan had already anticipated what the reporters were going to ask next, which was nothing more than "how is Dias compared to Ferguson/Smith", so he rolled his eyes and clicked on Sara - anyway, whoever would ask, it would be better to order one that he is familiar with.

Sarah, who was named, was clearly very complacent, but it was clear that her focus was different from the others, as the first thing she said when she stood up was, "Mr. Dias, are you wearing Valentino?"

As soon as this sentence came out, all the reporters and friends looked at her with a look that wanted to kill her. It's not good to ask what, but if you want to ask someone what they are wearing, a female reporter is a problem! They just opened the chatterbox!

Juan was also stunned, facing this unexpected question, the expression on his face sank, and nodded: "Yes."

"All over the body?" Sara asked, but at the same time, there were some people who reacted more quickly and their brains turned around.

What is Valentino? It itself represents the world's top luxury brand of haute couture and haute couture, and it is also a symbol of luxury, extravagant lifestyle, which is summed up in one word - expensive.

Although Valentino's brilliance is in women's clothing, this does not mean that their men's clothing is not famous, if they are really wearing Valentino all over their body, then the rookie coach in front of him is really the most expensive person among all coaches, he is much better dressed than those old pedants, and he is much more sophisticated.

Juan was silent for a few seconds this time, his eyes like clear water and blue sky seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and after taking a few deep glances at the female reporter, Juan nodded: "That's right."

The audience was in an uproar, and the reporters found a huge breakthrough and scrambled to raise their hands.

"Does that mean you're actually getting a lot of money at Manchester United?"

"What kind of salary did Manchester United pay you?"

"Just because you're wearing multiple hats now means you're getting the same paycheck?"

"As far as we know, the BBC commentators mocked you for being a kid in your father's suit before the game, is there anything you want to say to them?"

The expression on Juan's face had returned to normal, and with so many pairs of eyes in front of him, he raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to say?" After repeating this sentence playfully, Juan got up: "Manchester United gave me a fair treatment, my current clothes are my own personal clothes, the BBC commentary has nothing to do with me, that's all I want to say, thank you." ”

In the case of almost the whole audience around him asking questions at the press conference, Juan ignored the reporters' "gracious retention" and left with Giggs, who followed behind and felt a little weak, he looked at Juan's back, and then asked very carefully: "The ...... Mr. Dias? ”

"Huh?" Juan was thinking about the clothes when he heard Giggs's voice and subconsciously responded, but he quickly turned to look at the Welshman, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's nothing ......" Looking at his expression, it seems that there is no problem! Ryan Giggs finally breathed a sigh of relief, after all, when the lord was there, he always went to the press conference alone, in order not to put pressure on these players, so he was still thinking about whether their little manager would be unhappy if he asked to come with him today and answered some questions.

Looks like there's nothing wrong with it now!

———'s done! Didn't make everyone wait until four o'clock! Gagen is here———

There were no problems with the players, but Juan's problems followed. Because of Sara Carbonero's reminder, someone in this wave of straight men in football reporters finally recognized the clothes on his body.

The next day's Times fashion section featured Juan standing on the sidelines with a grim expression, and the newspaper ran a big headline.

"The catwalk supermodel on the sidelines"

On the green field, the man's dark golden hair like quicksand under the scorching sun on the seashore is combed softly behind his head, and the whole person is meticulous, and the eyes like the arctic day are looking sharply ahead, he is wearing Valentino's autumn and winter classics, and the dark gray woolen coat is a smoky gray three-piece suit, which makes him as slender and straight as a green pine.

In this report, the Times focused on what he was wearing on the pitch, claiming that it was the best street shot they had ever seen, much more advanced and grandiose than the average street shot, and that Juan lied yesterday - he was not a Valentino.

At the very least, his tie was a new Gucci style, the burgundy color gave him a touch of elegance and playfulness, and the pin on the tie was also found to be the same Prada style by someone with a heart, and it might have cost Juan a year's salary - if it were the salary of a translator.

At the end of the report, the Times emphatically pointed out one point: "It is worth mentioning that Juan Díaz also has an excellent performance on the pitch, and even when playing on the pitch, it is difficult for us to see his embarrassed appearance, he can be described as a contemporary model of elegance and calmness, even protesting against the referee with very precise 'murder' rhetoric, we can conclude that Juan Díaz, who will definitely cause a bloody storm in the whole female fan base in the future." ”

Seeing that all his clothes were taken out, Juan was a little helpless, and more indifferent, after all, he had worn these clothes since he was a child, and he didn't feel any difference, so when he was training the next day, in the face of the strange eyes on the entire court, he could wave his hand very calmly: "Go to training, don't look around." ”

Despite everyone's curiosity, no one dared to challenge Juan's authority, even after the game - they remember that Juan still froze the entire locker room as soon as he opened his mouth when he was in the lead at half-time yesterday.

However, he could not prevent those players, and he couldn't prevent the curiosity of the old coach, and Juan was quite amused when he was seriously interrogated by Ferguson in the hospital.

"It's really not ill-gotten gains, I don't gamble, and I don't do any illegal business......" Juan rubbed his temples, he was about to applaud the imagination of the lord, how could he think of anything? These were all sent by my sister. ”

"Sister?" Ferguson was stunned, then realized.

Juan does mention in his resume that he has an older sister, but Ferguson doesn't know exactly what that is. Juan bowed his head slightly: "When I was only ** years old, my parents were killed in a car accident, and it was my grandmother and sister who pulled me to grow up. ”

Although Juan did not elaborate, Ferguson could also think about how much Juan's sister had to suffer to buy so many luxury brands for her brother without hesitation and train him to be such a good person. "Your sister will be proud of what you're doing on the court right now." Ferguson patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, and Juan paused, a somewhat strange expression on his face.

"Uh...... In fact, she ......"

“？”

"She really wants me to go back to Spain." Juan took a deep breath, "I rejected her though." ”

Ferguson said "oh", most people from the Iberian Peninsula will be like this, hoping that he will be able to go back to that warm land one day, so if Juan wants to go back, he will not stop him, but he is a little reluctant. "And did your sister come to see you at Manchester United?"

"She wasn't available, but she watched it on TV." Juan shook his head, a little helpless. "She blamed me for not dressing formally enough in public."

"Isn't that formal enough?" Mrs. Casey was a little amazed, and they also saw Juan's appearance on the court, with an awe-inspiring and inviolable aura like a noble boy in the suit and leather shoes, although he was not the same type as Ferguson, but standing on the side of the court also had enough deterrence and lethality -

Of course, the lethality is also different for the population.

"Yes, my sister is a costume designer." Thinking of this, Juan is also very helpless, his family was actually a very old-fashioned person before his parents' accident, whether it was traveling or dressing meticulously, in order to escape such a family environment, he would have the idea of playing football, and as a result, he was sent to the most aristocratic Real Madrid...... 166 Reading Network