The article shows the wrong call to customer service or refresh the page, the author Jun high-speed code word in the "seniors of 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."

Immediately, a reporter stood up: "Mr. Dias, are you the manager of Manchester United in this game?" ”

Juan glanced at the reporter, put down the paper in his hand flatly, and folded his hands casually: "Sort of." ”

"Explain it specifically?"

"With Mr. Ferguson in poor health, Mr. Smith and I took turns shouldering the responsibilities, and today it happened to be my turn, and that's it." Juan looked calm, but the reporters in the audience were not calm at all.

What does it mean that it is the turn of the coincidence that Manchester United has decided on the choice of manager so casually?

However, before he could ask questions, another journalist friend stood up.

"Then you're not going to play today?"

"Of course," Juan said succinctly, shaking his sleeve, "it's clear that I'm not qualified for the list. ”

"Okay." Obvious disappointment, "I'm a reporter for World Sports, and I'm looking forward to your next performance!" ”

It is obviously a sign of goodwill for the other party to report the name, especially when the other party is the mouthpiece of Barcelona. Juan nodded, and picked up the neatly folded piece of paper again, "So, can I start reading the starting list?" ”

All the reporters on the scene: "No! ”

Juan was stunned and glanced at Kevin Keegan next door, and both of them saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

"In that case." Juan cleared his throat, "What's the problem?" ”

Kevin Keegan sighed in his heart, after all, he was a rookie coach, and Juan still made a mistake - he shouldn't have been so polite to media reporters, these undisciplined people will soon kick their noses in the face. However, before he could finish his sigh, he heard a question from the reporter over there.

"Mr. Dias, this is the first time you've attended a press conference as a player other than a player, how are you feeling?"

Juan Yi nodded: "Actually, it's not the first time. ”

Huh?

While everyone was stunned, Juan fiddled with the microphone in front of him: "I also appeared at the press conference as a translator before, and someone asked me a similar question at that time. ”

The crowd laughed, Juan narrowed his eyes and turned, then casually picked up a female reporter who raised her hand.

'It was your first official occasion as Manchester United and now it's your first interview for Manchester United, so we wanted you to talk a little bit more about you and how you manage the United as we are today.

- That's a really difficult question to answer.

21 years old is an age that is easy to swell, and becoming a manager at such an age, or the head coach of a giant club like Manchester United, even if it is only temporary, is enough to make people proud for a while, even if Juan is sitting here now and seems to have no expression at all, but is he really not happy at all?

If he really gets conceited about it and starts talking about how to run Manchester United or what he's done at Manchester United, it's playing into everyone's hands.

Whether it is Manchester United's senior management or those players, they must be full of disgust for such a rookie coach who is younger than them and dares to kick his nose in front of them.

This reporter is obviously playing a trick, and he is also a bad one, no matter how Juan answers, there will be a pit waiting for him in front of him, but Juan has to answer, after all, the reporter is praising him openly, this is a conspiracy, and he is openly asking him to jump into the trap.

Juan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and then said calmly: "The focus of this press conference is not me, but the game between the two teams, please don't divert your attention at will." ”

The female reporter was stunned, no matter what answer she had, she was ready to start, but the person in front of her didn't eat her at all, and directly refused to answer the question, she is also a beauty, and often gets some news by virtue of her appearance, basically everyone will unconsciously say a few more words when they see her good-looking, and this time her invincible appearance seems to be invalid? "But ......"

"Next." Juan was unmoved, and the female reporter called out in a hurry, "May I ask why you think you can be the coach of Manchester United?!" ”

The audience fell silent, and Juan turned his attention to the female reporter again, who was obviously satisfied with the attention of everyone again, and said with a haircut: "Although we know that Sir Alex Ferguson believes in you, how are you going to explain to all the Manchester United fans?" Mr. Smith is the team's assistant coach and the head coach of the last game, he has more than a decade of coaching experience, what do you have that can reassure the Red Devils fans to hand over the team to you? ”

Juan looked at her blankly for a moment, then tilted his head. "May I ask who you are?"

"Marca, Sara Caponero." The female reporter said with her head held high, and Juan couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and smile.

Sure enough, it was her, Igor's future girlfriend, he had seen this woman many times in his dreams, and he had always been very affectionate with Cassie, who knew that he would meet this reporter first in this life, and it was at the pre-match press conference. At least in his dreams, this reporter didn't seem to have much brain, so maybe she was just hitting the right question today?

Did she really just want to ask something about him and not deliberately send United into turmoil?

If it were anyone else, Juan wouldn't think much about it at all, but in the face of this reporter who he "knows the roots", Juan was not calm at all.

The woman nearly ruined Igor Casillas' career and left him to live in another league, in which she only lamented that the woman had no brains, and expressed her indignation at Cassie's obedience to the woman.

- But today, it seems that this reporter from the Marca newspaper is not so innocent.

Whether this is the case or not, he can't let Cassie be "confused" by this reporter, this woman can't want it, he must take a good check, and he can't let his stupid friend be cheated again, after all, Cassie is a dead eye, and he hasn't looked back on what he recognizes.

After determining who the person was, Juan was not polite at all, and it was a big deal to apologize to Igor in the future and help him find a new girlfriend by the way.

Therefore, when facing the beautiful reporter, Juan was straightforward: "Marca, then I dare to guess...... You're not a Manchester United fan, are you? ”

Sara nodded, and was about to continue saying something when Juan interrupted her, "I'm sorry, ma'am. Since you're not a Red Devils fan, you don't have any standing to question me. ”

After quickly reading the starting list when everyone didn't react, and then about to get up and leave, the reporters on the scene immediately boiled and asked him to stay and say a few more words, Juan only had a simple sentence about this: "Let's see how we perform on the field." ”

The equivalent of being hit in the head by Robert Carlos's heavy artillery?

- What's more, he also had a long, but very interesting dream because of this incident, how can he say that he earned it, right?

However, it seems that this idea of his has not been properly communicated to another person, and since that day on, Cassie has been silent, and after the training is over, he will run to him to check on the situation, help him peel apples and pour water, in Guti's words, "more nanny than a nanny", which also makes Juan very unaccustomed.

In the past, he saw that he was almost invincible, but he suddenly became like this, he was really awkward. He hadn't thought much of it before, but there were so many sports about football anyway, until that day Raul was the first to push his door open - not the kind that followed Guti and Cassie.

"Now the team is in a very special time, whether it's the Champions League, the Copa del Rey or the league." Raul said in a deep voice, and it could be seen that the expression on his face was very bad, "But Igor's performance in the game is still very inconsistent. ”

"What do you need me to do to wake him up?" Juan leaned on the head of the bed and laughed, "Although it may not be possible to directly roll up your sleeves and fight with him as before, it's okay to scold." ”

"He feels it's all his responsibility," Raul didn't answer him, but continued, "There was nothing wrong with the game or training, but obviously he was a little absent-minded at a critical moment, and the club has some opinions about him now, and he may take advantage of the current whistle operation to transfer a goalkeeper......

Juan felt that something was wrong when he listened to it, and finally he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "The club asked you to come?" "It's only possible that the club's top management asked him to come, after all, Raul usually doesn't avoid Igor and Guti coming alone, and even if he comes, he won't say anything similar to these things to him.

- Clearly, someone is pressuring him.

Raul didn't speak, he hadn't even learned how to smile everything, and there was silence in the room for a few moments before Juan smiled.

It is clear that Real Madrid are in a precarious situation right now, and the goalkeeper position is a top priority, and he should make a decision, whether it is for the interests of the club or for the future of Casillas himself.

Whether to leave by oneself or to be "left".

"I see, I'll take care of this." In the end, that's all Juan said.

He chose to retire and asked Jorge to help him find another job - it would have something to do with football, but not to show him where Casillas could be seen for the time being.

He loves football, he loves Real Madrid, so he chooses to stay away and he chooses to escape.

It's just that you can see things clearly even if you are far away. For example, did you just have a long dream, or did you see the future?

However, now was not the time to think about these things, so he simply cleaned up his residence and dialed his agent's number.

"Jorge? I've settled in. ”

"Settled? That's good. The agent on the other end of the phone was obviously relieved, "Cristiano and I are also at the airport, you can clean up yourself." ”

"I'm going to pick you up?" "No, you don't know how to drive...... I'm sorry. "It's okay, I'll see you later." "I'll see you later!"

His agent was finally willing to hang up, and Juan sighed, put on his headphones, turned on his player, and began to read a book in a leisurely manner.

Today's protagonist is not him.

Jorge Mendes is experiencing the speed of life and death in his life for 30 seconds. It's not the first time he's faced the British media, after all, before he officially hooked up with Manchester United, he had already made a splash through various methods, but he underestimated the madness of the British media, especially the number seven, Manchester United's seven, how powerful the magic is. 166 Reading Network