Chapter 73

The next day, when Casey wanted to come to the study to wake these two people up, she was surprised to find that these two people had left, she looked at the time, and found that it was time for her husband to go to the morning exercise, so she could only sigh helplessly.

Didn't these two people toss and turn for most of the night yesterday?

Although she didn't understand their spirits, Casey still knew that they were going to morning exercises, so she could only shake her head helplessly, turn around and go to prepare breakfast, and when the two of them rushed back, they were greeted by a steaming breakfast.

"Coming back?" Casey raised his eyebrows, but the hair dryer and freezer in front of outsiders were suddenly silent, and he didn't dare to say anything, and after being silent for a while, the lord gave Juan a look, and Juan couldn't refuse, so he could only take a step forward: "Uh, Aunt Casey, we just met again after a long absence, and we ......were excited for a while."

"Momentary excitement?" There was something dangerous on the woman's face. "So you two didn't sleep all night, and then you got up in the morning and went out for ten kilometers?"

"Actually, it's only five kilometers." The lord coughed lightly, and then continued with a hard head in his wife's eyes, "Well, I haven't seen Juan for a long time, and I'm too excited, and I won't have it in the future." ”

"You said that you are not young anymore, how can your body be so tormented?" Casey finally let the two of them go, sighed and said, "Don't take it as an example!" ”

After breakfast, Juan hugged Aunt Casey and followed the gentleman's car to the Carrington base, which of course meant to say hello to Cristiano, but Diego Forlan was the focus, the Argentine youngster was already playing under him, but there seemed to be something left untaken at the Carrington base, so he also came to help pick it up.

"You know the place yourself, I'll go to the court first?" Ferguson raised his eyebrows directly after leading him into Carrington, and without waiting for Juan to say anything, he looked down at his watch, and then hurried to the office, just like every time before, Juan looked at him for a while, and then shook his head helplessly.

It's a place he's very familiar with, especially the academy base, which can almost be said to be his second home at Manchester United, and the staff greeted him very kindly along the way, and he responded with ease, after all, this is the place where he has been staying for a while.

When he opened the room and found the small box, the phone rang, Juan looked at the contact, and subconsciously picked it up and listened: "Queiroz? Long time no see! ”

"Long time no see." Queiroz's voice sounded a little agitated, "Cristiano ran over to you, did you meet him?" ”

"Cristiano?" Juan was stunned, "Where are you now?" ”

"I was in the toilet and secretly hid from making phone calls...... If you see Cristiano, let him get back on the field right away, okay? "Queiroz is also very helpless at this time, he just returned to Manchester United a few days after this incident, the lord never let them use their mobile phones when they were working, and he could only secretly call Juan when he went to the toilet.

"Okay." Juan nodded, hung up the phone and raised his eyebrows at the person in front of him: "Did you hear that, tell you to go back." ”

"I'm not going back!" Cristiano stood there with a stubborn expression, staring at him with a pair of big eyes, and Juan sighed: "Why is it suddenly awkward?" ”

"......" Cristiano flattened his mouth and didn't say anything, Juan probably knew what the reason was, sighed and rubbed his head: "Okay, don't be so stubborn, you can get better development here than in me, I'm serious." ”

"I know." Cristiano reluctantly admits that United are many times better for him than Laco right now – in terms of the weight of the squad, the amount of resources and everything else – but he is still reluctant to Juan.

In the past, when he played in the national team, he would always pester Juan, and he was reluctant to leave every time, but after they were able to work together at Manchester United, he was even more reluctant, Juan naturally knew the clingy Cheng dù of the little broken child, but he didn't say anything, just rubbed his head: "Hurry back to the stadium, don't let the lord worry." ”

"The lord won't worry about me, he's relieved." Cristiano lowered his head and wiped his eyes, and when he raised his head, he looked fearless, "You look at it, I still remember our agreement at the time, and I will do it for you." ”

"Good." Juan stretched the expression on his face and rubbed his head, "Then I'm leaving?" ”

"Uh-huh......" The nineteen-year-old boy lowered his head and looked excited, and Juan couldn't help but rub him again.

"Cristiano, I really don't want you to grow."

"Huh?" The Portuguese teenager nodded blankly, wondering why his squad leader suddenly said that.

"Growing up means taking on more responsibilities, being watched by everybody, being more demanding of yourself, everybody's asking you to be more mature, asking you to score more goals, asking you to run faster than everybody, whether you're hurting or not...... Everyone only cares about whether you are flying high or not, and it doesn't matter if you're happy or not. ”

Cristiano blinked.

Juan's eyes were very calm, like a breezy Caribbean Sea, very clear, but he couldn't see the depth of it at all.

"What...... Meaning? "I don't know why, the Portuguese teenager has a bit of a stutter.

"Meaning—" Juan smiled, "if you don't go back, the lord won't be able to kill you." ”

"Okay, I'll just go back!" Although he subconsciously felt that something was wrong, Cristiano still nodded and said uneasily: "You will come to see me when you are free in the future!" I'm just too tight......"

"Got it." Juan waved his hand helplessly, and the young general who got the approval immediately flew back, no one knew what he would face.

- Except for the lord who has begun to squint his eyes and accumulate anger.

After Cristiano went back, he looked at the lord and felt that he felt that he was not good at all.

When Juan returned to Laco, their training was ready to begin, and he was a little late, but it was okay, and after giving Fran the things, he rolled up his sleeves and joined the training session.

When Juan came out of the sweaty training, he was surprised to find that he was really a constant stream of customers these days, and this time it was an old acquaintance.

"Jorge, don't bother so much if you want to find me, right?" Juan was very helpless, why did his agent find this place on purpose, in fact, it was very convenient to make a phone call directly.

"But I'd love to talk to you face-to-face." Jorge Mendes is now very stern, "First of all, I have to confirm with you, you have to be Lionel Messi, right?" ”

"Yes." Although I don't know why this person asked again, Juan still nodded: "Is there any problem?" ”

His agent ...... His father was not just a vampire, but he was also greedy. Jorge almost gritted his teeth when he said this, "He bid 10 million with us!" ”

Juan was stunned.

Jorge didn't notice his expression either, and couldn't help but continue to complain: "And Barcelona seems to think the same way, they say that this kid is the future prince and the hope of the Camp Nou, and it is not so easy to be taken away, so you must pay a high price." ”

Juan was silent for a moment and asked, "What did Messi say himself?" ”

"Messi himself didn't say anything at any time, it seems to be a tacit acquiescence." When he said this, Jorge was a little calmer, "But 10 million is too much, although Messi is very talented, but ......"

"Yes."

“…… What did you say? ”

"I said, yes." Juan smiled, his expression calm. "Isn't it 10 million? I bought it. ”

"Hey, you're crazy?" Jorge is almost insane.

What is the concept of money?

Fernando Gago, the main defender of Boca Juniors, the king of the Liga League, is the first choice of major clubs, and if it were not for Riquelme and Redondo, and the aura genius who almost had no chance with Laco, his price would be 24 million.

Javier Portillo, produced by Real Madrid Castilla, the record breaker of the youth team, the most anticipated new generation of Real Madrid, from Real Madrid to Laco for 14 million.

Elder Postiga, who has already proven himself as a first-team player in the European black shop Porto, has been transferred from Tottenham for 11 million.

Leonel Messi, although he has had a great proof when he was in La Masia, and even many teams are eyeing him, but he has always stayed in Barcelona and has often suffered minor injuries, and at the same time there is an irreparable height problem.

"I'm not crazy." Juan looked at him very calmly, "This price can be paid by Laco, I will let Anthony prepare the money as much as possible, don't worry, the capital chain is fine." ”

"You're going to throw money at the club." Jorge couldn't bear to look at it anymore, "Are you putting almost all of your wealth into Laco now?" Please, Juan...... Although this is your territory, you can pay a little tax to recoup a little, but how much can this compare to what you put in? ”

"Don't worry, no problem." Juan smiled, "And I don't mainly expect Laco to make me much money." ”

"Then what do you expect to make money for you, just those shares in your hands?" Jorge felt that it was simply unreasonable, where did Juan buy the strange shares, not to mention cheap, but also empty, there was no entity, it was all virtual! Or a football club in front of you to be more realistic, "Laco wants you to come here to be a successful businessman, followed by a successful manager, and as a businessman, making money is your first priority......"

"Trust me, Jorge." Juan coughed lightly and put his arm on the Portuguese agent's shoulder, "This is an investment, and it will be a good deal in the future." ”

"Really?"

Facing his agent's question, Juan smiled calmly: "Of course it's true, when did I lie to you?" ”

Jorge, who had been beaten with chicken blood, turned his head and pounced on Barcelona again, while Juan continued to crawl around the club, going back and forth between abuse and abuse.

Time flies, and soon it is time for Laco's first warm-up match, which is the first time Juan has led the team, and everyone wants to know what the situation is, but Deportivo is also dirty, and he directly ran to a distant eastern country with people.

Redondo is actually quite confused, after all, he only visited this country once last month, and he came again this month, but the fans here still welcome him so much, and they don't seem to think that there is any problem with him coming again, and they are still fanatical.

When riding the players' bus, there are often many cars running with the bus, some are not cars, there are fans of Deportivo itself, there are fans of Juan Bellerón, there are fans of Redondo, Riquelme and others, although Juan can't understand what is outside, but he can also point to the big sign with "Juan" written on it and turn his head and laugh at the three namesake in the team.

"How are you doing?" Redondo was also looking at the sign outside, for these very hot words, he was also emotional, but when he turned around, he saw Juan cocking his demon tail, saying something to the honest man Beleron with a malicious face, and in desperation, he could only speak: "Don't tease him, play well later, the opponent is the national team, this is also our first collective competition, everyone work hard." ”

"Good!!" The whole car responded with a bang, and Juan rubbed his temples helplessly: "Big guy, if you continue like this, Belle is going to pass on the throne to you again, is this really good?" ”

Suddenly, everyone couldn't help but start laughing, after all, they have also played football for many years, and they have never seen the whole team shirk being the captain like this.

Juan Bellerón was the original captain of Laco, and he was currently the most qualified captain of Lacori, but he felt that Redondo had more decision-making and leadership, so he tried his best to give him the captain's armband, but Redondo refused on the grounds that he was a newcomer to Laco, and said that if it was based on age, Romario should be the captain.

Romario?

The Brazilian lone wolf doesn't want to be the captain of the Brazilian national team, he just wants to lazily walk in the front court and score a goal when he has time.

This matter is in Juan's place, and as a coach, he can't say anything, so he can only let them solve the problem on the court, and whoever wins will listen to whom! So this is a tradition that has been left behind.

"Eh, there are so many pictures of the prince out there." Aimar looked at it and couldn't help but sigh, "Most of them are still photos of the game, God, how do you keep your face expression not hideous during the game?" ”

Indeed, in the photos that came out of the competition now, everyone's facial expressions were so hideous that they couldn't help but wonder - did they owe a lot of money to the cameraman, so they wanted to take revenge on them like this?

However, under Juan's tangible proof, everyone finally reluctantly accepted the fact that "everyone's facial expressions become very hideous when playing football", and there are only two people - Juan and Redondo, who don't seem to have shown a very hideous expression on the court, or have they not been photographed?

For such a situation, although everyone does not say it on the surface, they are still envious in their hearts, after all, there are still fanatical fans in distant countries, and these fans are still holding very handsome photos! It's just a feeling!

The game went smoothly and quickly, with the entire stadium packed, and Juan jokingly remarked before entering the stadium: "How do I feel that there are half of the reporters sitting here?" ”

"Maybe half of it." Belleron replied softly, glancing over at him. "What are you going to mess around with today?" 、

Juan paused, a meaningful smile on his delicate face, looking a little evil.

"Yes, of course...... You can mess around as much as you want. ”

For a moment, Juan Bellerón felt as if he had seen a dark moment in his future self.

The result of this game is undoubted, Deportivo rushed back to Spain with a big victory, and retracted into the training base of Deportivo La Coruna, the media wanted to interview Hu An'an refused, did not give a word, the media were unwilling to wander at the door, and even they even pulled Sara over to try it, but it was useless.

In this regard, Smith, president of the Jane Juan Fan Association, pushed his glasses and said very pertinently: "He must have been instructed to avoid the media, otherwise he would not have come out." ”

"Are you so sure?" Reporters outside were skeptical.

"......" Zhen looked at the person in front of her strangely, black silk and chest, no matter how she looked at it, she looked like she wanted to be lustful = seductive, and then her gaze shifted to other places, and in addition to the camera, there was such a group of beautiful people, and people who didn't know thought that this was Mrs. Laco's group.

…… Of course, if it were a member of Mrs. Laco's group, I guess these people would be crazy.

Facing the doubts of her peers, Jane nodded and raised her eyebrows very strictly: "Of course, what did I lie to you about?" I'm going to wait for you here, I'll go first. ”

Jane didn't drag her feet at all when she left, but when she turned her head, she called Sky Sports headquarters: "Editor-in-chief? I'm Jane, Juan is not moving here, the main target is still on the lord's body, how about it? ”

The person on the phone muttered for a while, and then agreed: "Okay, just do as you say." ”

The next day, Juan saw the figure of the lord on the morning TV, and the old man with a red nose was very protective of his disciples, and directly issued a statement in support of him: "Juan has the ability and decisiveness, he clearly knows what he needs to do, what he is doing, you media just want to make a big news, can't you give Laco a while?" ”

"If it's a match that meets Deportivo La Coruna......"

'Of course it's all for Laco and other clubs like Real Madrid and Barcelona.'

"The opponent is your disciple, and he is still so young?"

"Then I won't show mercy!"

The Scottish old man's righteous words reminded Juan of his tone when he said at the press conference before, "I have nothing to do with Casillas except for transfers", and Marshal Laco couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

How?

The upper beam is not right, and the lower beam is crooked, so ×

The lord supported him, what was he afraid of?

-- Really.

For example, Jorge Mendez, who had dark eyes and a bad breath, smashed open his door in the early morning.

And thanks to the fact that the area where he lived was more remote than Laco - at least not in the area that those media reporters could think of, otherwise the next day the newspaper headline would have been "Turning against each other!" The love-hate relationship between Coach Laco and his agent......

Juan almost didn't recognize him when he saw him, but finally welcomed the person into the house: "What's the matter, Jorge, what are you doing again?" ”

Jorge Mendes has been getting a bit of sleep deprivation these days, and that's something everyone can tell.

However, every time he was in public, he always looked very glamorous, and he tried his best to cover up the dark circles under his eyes, and he looked like usual, but today, he really couldn't stand it, so he killed him directly in the morning, and as soon as he sat down, he began to gasp, which made Juan very frightened.

"What's wrong, Jorge?" Even when he retired, Jorge Mendes didn't seem to be so wolfy, but why is he like this now?

"I'm ......" Jorge took a deep breath.

"I hate Catalans!!"

“……？？？”

As if seeing Juan's doubts, Jorge almost immediately bounced up from the sofa and began to protest against how vexatious Barcelona is, although there are many personal prejudices in it, but Juan can only resign himself to it, he also knows how much this person has suffered because of him, so it is best to appease at this time.

After scolding, Jorge took a glass of water on the table and drank it all, and said very impassionedly: "Even so! Those Catalans still can't beat me! It's not that they don't want to let Messi go, it's just that the price is not suitable, and I'll add 10 million if they don't want to make a good shot! But they also have to pay a price! ”

"At what cost?" Juan asked very supportively.

Jorge smiled at him proudly: "All buyouts!" ”

Generally speaking, there are only two kinds of transfers, loan and buyout, and full buyout is a more decisive way of buying and selling at that time, all trademarks, name rights, and avatar rights belong to the new team, and the old team is not eligible to use this name and this avatar to make a profit.

That is to say, as long as the full buyout is carried out, all the interests of the player itself are only related to the new club, and the official of the club itself is absolutely not allowed to sell the merchandise with the player's name or avatar.

"Messi?" Juan raised an eyebrow very casually.

"Messi, Riquelme, Quaresma." Jorge smiled, "I guess those Catalans still think that they just give away a little bit of luck, how do you know the importance of these things?" ”

What's more, the three people he proposed are not important in Barcelona at the moment, so they are also very happy.

"Well done." Juan has nothing short of respect for Jorge, and the two of them are probably the first to feel the importance of image and name rights, which are definitely the most important brands for players.

"So, when is Messi coming?" When he asked this sentence, Juan was purely subconsciously concerned, after all, generally speaking, the transfer has been signed, and the player should rush over as much as possible, Jorge blinked subconsciously when he heard this sentence, and then said "ah": "I pulled him and his father from Barcelona overnight, are you going to meet them?" ”

"No, let them have a good rest." Juan smiled, "I didn't expect it to go smoothly. ”

10 million, buy out Messi!

Ten years later, who is going to hear this price and not be so envious that they will immediately faint to death?

As soon as he thought of this, Juan couldn't help but sigh again: "Jorge, you are really the best agent I have ever met, and working with you is the most pleasant thing in the world." ”

"Of course." Jorge laughed, then waved his hand: "Since that's the case, can you lend me your bed for a while, I'm too tired and need to rest for a while, why should you go, don't pay attention to me." ”

"Okay." Juan wiped his hands and got up, "I'm going to work?" ”

"I'll remember to close the door for you......" The Portuguese agent didn't even speak clearly, and when Juan turned his head to look over, the man had fallen into a deep sleep, and after a moment of silence, Juan went upstairs and brought him a blanket to cover his body, and then closed the door of leaving the house lightly.

A Coruña is really not a big place, everyone here knows each other, everyone lives together, Juan is relatively remote, maybe because the city is rare and sparsely populated, Juan is safe to walk on the streets at this time.

But after walking two steps, someone will always come to give him a ride, for example-

"Juan—!" Juan couldn't help but smile when he heard the latter shout, and then turned his head and raised his eyebrows very naturally: "Good morning Ricardo." ”

"Morning." Quaresma raised an eyebrow at him with a sunny face: "Get in the car? ”

"Yesterday it was Rick (Riquelme), the day before yesterday it was Javier and today it was you...... Are you scheduled to pick me up? When he got on the bus, Juan was a little helpless, obviously the accommodation arranged by Laco was in the training camp, these people had to run out to live if they were uncomfortable, and they had to buy a car as soon as they ran out, and as soon as they bought a car, they had to start testing their familiarity with Laco's terrain.

-- Laco, which is built along the coastline, can actually take a yacht in terms of travel, maybe faster.

"There is still a certain difference between the city of A Coruña and Barcelona." Quaresma said with emotion as he drove, "Boss, do you think?" Oh, and on the difference between A Coruña and Madrid. ”

"Yes, a little, but it's pretty much the same." Juan smiled and pointed to the buildings on the side of the road, "In fact, most of Spain is such a strict and serious building, with a long history and solemn and mellow, but Barcelona is a little more lively, and the tone is all colorful." ”

"Yes, yes," Quaresma lamented, "and the development of the city is different, although the gap has not hit anywhere, but I feel that some of the design is still very inconvenient." ”

"yes." Juan looked at Quaresma silently, and finally could only echo in a casual voice.

And when the two of them arrived at the training base, they thought they were the first to arrive, but there were already two people standing at the door, and they were still hesitating there, together with the fans who wanted to stop the car.

At first, Quaresma didn't notice the situation over there, but he couldn't stand Juan's sharp eyes, so when the people around him called "stop", Quaresma didn't react and stepped on the brakes after half a beat.

"What's wrong? …… You're not going to sign autographs for the fans, are you? Quaresma looked at the fans who came outside with a look of surprise and was a little speechless.

"Of course not." Juan glanced at him, opened the car door and stood out, the fans gathered around him to ask for his autograph and group photo, Juan politely refused, but sped up and walked in front of the two men, smiling and stretching out his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Messi, why don't you go in since you're here?"

The person standing here is Jorge Messi, and he is holding his son by his side, and the two of them don't know why they are standing here, although he hasn't had time to notify the doorman to let him go, but Messi has been here, he should recognize it, right?

"We are waiting for you." When Jorge Messi said this, he clasped his hands crampedly, but his face was full of absolute confidence and pride, and his son stood beside him, still looking like an autistic child, so Juan turned his head and stretched out his hand to Messi when he invited someone into the car.

"See you again."

"There will be more opportunities to meet in the future." Messi replied softly, then took his hand.

Indeed, there are many opportunities to meet in the future, a club! Juan didn't think there was anything wrong with it, so he nodded: "Ricardo, you go to training later, and tell Mr. Sù that I'll be there later." ”

"Okay." Quaresma whistled an indecent whistle and grinned at the child behind him: "Hey kid, meet again!" ”

Quaresma knows a few words of Spanish, while Messi doesn't know a word of Portuguese, this sentence Quaresma is said in Portuguese, and Messi can only give him a blank expression.

"He's greeting you," Juan translated without looking back, "you've sat on the bench together before, and he's missed you." ”

→ people who can Chinese speak a lot are really annoying, and they can translate casually in front of others, add oil and vinegar, and are not afraid to expose them!

Messi was stunned for a moment, and then he did think of the bench years of the two of them, the difference is that he still has La Masia's game to play, and Quaresma has really sat on the bench for a season, thinking of this, Messi also replied with sympathetic eyes: "I miss you too." ”

"Juan, what did he say?" Quaresma looked blankly at the people around him, and Juan replied with an indifferent expression.

"He said he misses you a lot."

"......" Quaresma's face turned red all at once.

After entering the base, Juan directly arranged for Quaresma to take Messi to the locker room to choose a cabinet for training, he looked at the car in the garage, and was pleased to find that half of the people had already come here to train, half an hour earlier than the usual time, a good phenomenon!

Although the itinerary was arranged for these two people in two languages, but when the two of them faced each other, they still stared at each other, and finally Quares was heartbroken, dancing directly, and even talking a bunch of guesses, Messi, who didn't understand Portuguese at all, could only look at him blankly, and finally Quares was heartbroken, and slapped his thigh and directly pulled people to point to Aimar's license plate.

"Aimar, go find him!" This is one of the few Spanish words he knows, and as soon as he heard that he was looking for Aimar, Messi's eyes lit up, and he nodded again and again, and the two of them just relied on body language and guessing to communicate.

Watching Messi and Quaresma leave, Juan took a deep breath and turned his head and smiled: "So, did you come to talk to the club as his agent, or did you come to talk to me as a father?" ”

"A little bit of it." The man smiled. "As Leo's father, I want you to take care of him."

"So as Leo Messi's agent, what do you want to talk about today?" Juan was a little puzzled, after all, whether it was playing time or salary, they had already negotiated properly, what else to say?

"I wanted to talk about it...... Questions about accommodation. He took a deep breath and said, "I want your club to take care of my stay with Leo." ”

"Of course." Juan was a little puzzled, was there anything wrong with that?

"At the same time...... I need to find a decent job. It was very difficult for him to speak, but he still tried to say it, Juan subconsciously paused for a moment, and then raised his eyebrows: "What did you say?" ”

"I know I'm asking too much, but ......," Messi took a deep breath and suddenly smiled wryly. Before I say it again, do you want to listen to a story? ”

Juan bowed: "Before listening to the story, maybe you would like to go with me to my office and sit down, where there is a soft sofa and tea where you can talk slowly." ”

When the two of them sat down in the soft, at the same time old sofa, Jorge Messi, who had been nervous, seemed to relax for a moment, staring at the tea in front of him, and couldn't help laughing: "I thought all clubs were like Barcelona." ”

"We can't compare with the giants." Juan bowed his head slightly, and he also found that such a very retro room, and revealing some historical flavors, would make visitors unconsciously calm down and feel that they were in a very comfortable environment, so he did not make any changes here.

"That's good." Jorge Messi sighed softly and looked up at him.

"Can I start my story now?"

"Please." Juan smiled.

The somewhat decadent man in front of him was silent for a moment, as if organizing the language, and then he spoke softly.

"It all started when Leo was a kid......"