"Hello everyone, this is the new Red Devils moment from Sky Sports for Red Devils fans, and I'm your friend Frank."

"I'm Dean."

"As is customary, we're going to tell you interesting stories and accidents that happened to Manchester United this week," Frank laughs, "and we all know that it was really nice to have Manchester United win 3-2 away at Real Madrid yesterday. In the middle of the competition, we also read a reader's newsletter from a friend of Professor Tolkien's book fans, but it was clear that some people were very unimpressed with her views, so today, we will read the reply to her. ”

Dean looked at the card in his hand: it was an inscription card that had been prepared before: "The young man wrote in reply, 'Ma'am, there is no description of Thrandil's appearance in Tolkien's original book, and you must read carefully, 'Hey, I said that this young man named 'Cow' is very outdated in this way if he wants to talk to girls! ”

"It's not just very old-fashioned, it's just disgraceful to deliberately provoke girls to get attention, okay?" Frank and Dean giggled, "Mr. Cow, if you're watching our show right now, I have a message for you - Nerd can't get a girl's love!" ”

"Sounds like you're a love hand." Dean raised an eyebrow, to which Frank laughed and said that it was okay, "Sunday is the game against Liverpool, our fighters should be ready, do you think Juan will play?" ”

"I think it's very likely that Juan seems to be playing a little more often now, but he seems to be more inclined to be on the sidelines and directing the game?"

"Yes, but Juan seems to be in a very calm state both on and off the field, and with his usual outfits, watching Juan has almost become one of the pleasures of watching Manchester United in the cold wind."

"Be reasonable, Dean, if you're a Manchester United player, wouldn't you have a lot of resentment at a time when it's almost Christmas and there's no holiday?"

"I think those players are used to it......"

"No, no, the players who have been in the British Peninsula are used to it, and don't forget that we have two ...... from the Iberian Peninsula."

"You mean Juan and Cristiano?"

"yes, I guess it's the first time they've had such a tight schedule...... There was a holiday on the 23rd, and there was another game on the 28th, which was simply inhumane! ”

'That's the character of our Premier League, they're going to get used to it.'

"Aha...... We learned one thing just now, Tolkien's female book fan told us back. 'This Mr. Niu, there may only be a few words about Thrandil's description, but we should have been able to piece together the most brilliant elven king from a few words, do you have no ability to associate?' ’wow…… Looks like I'm going to take that sentence back. ”

"Which one?"

"Contradiction is useless...... It seems that even now, there are still many girls who eat this set. ”

"To be reasonable, neither boys nor girls have any resistance to this move, right?"

"You talk a lot!"

"Okay, let's go back to Manchester United, as far as I know, the Lord has a habit of inviting the players to his Christmas dinner, Juan and they will definitely go, not to mention that just a few days are not enough time for them to stay in their own home for long."

"Makes sense......"

In fact, Juan and Cristiano really didn't plan to go home at Christmas, firstly because the time was too short for the back and forth to be meaningless, and secondly, because of the grandfather's dinner.

Now that Juan and Cristiano have both moved out of the Carrington base, Cristiano went to Scholes's house with the help of it, he is ready to buy a house in Manchester, but there is no good choice, he wants ginger to make some reference for him, and he always occupies the dormitory of the academy, he is also embarrassed.

Juan found a bachelor apartment to live in, and he didn't care if his sister would explode when she heard that he lived in a bachelor apartment, but it would be easier for him to finally have his own place.

It's not that Cristiano is inconvenient to be there, but every time he makes a move, he can be noticed by his teammates for a while, and he says that he is very uncomfortable.

But now he lives here is also very relaxed, anyway, he is only one person, whether it is cleaning or tidying up, it is very easy, the location is not very far from the Carrington base, he may be able to walk to work every day?

Christmas is indeed approaching, and to be reasonable, he doesn't want to clean it up, after all, it is even more troublesome to decorate and clean up.

- He lives alone, and no one will come over anyway, so it's a big deal to arrange it at the lord's side.

With this mentality, Juan never cleaned up his house, and Shi Shiran took Ferdinand's hitchhike to the lord's place.

"Juan!" When she opened the door and saw Juan, Aunt Casey looked very happy, "Leo is here too, come on, come in." ”

"Merry Christmas, Auntie." Juan smiled and handed over his gift, and Ferguson's eyes lit up at the sight of it - he had no other hobby in his life, but his favorite thing was wine. His disciples are obviously aware of this little hobby of their boss, so they always bring a bottle of wine as a gift when Christmas comes.

"What are Cristiano and Paul doing?" As he took off his coat, Juan could already hear the noise inside, and he raised his eyebrows to express his curiosity, the two men had become very close since they lived together - of course, the Portuguese youngster and the whole team actually had a good relationship, who made him the youngest and most vulnerable to being played by the big brothers.

"Oh," Casey said, glancing at the casual inside, "They're talking about the team, I guess." ”

…… No, they wouldn't discuss the team in front of the lord, Juan swears.

He remembered that it was the beginning of the season, and one day after training, the lord remembered that he had something to say to the big guys, and Juan followed him to the locker room.

The moment he opened the door, the lord was stunned, and Juan was shocked.

- Barton, poor lad, who moved to Manchester United with Cristiano, was standing in the middle of the dressing room, his pants down to his feet, revealing his bare thighs.

Obviously, he had already walked the "bird", and the "bird" seemed to be quite energetic.

All the first-team players were sitting and standing around him, and Paul Scholes was holding up a poster, which he was hurrying to collect now, but Juan was still slightly recognizable, it was a picture of some Manchester United legend.

"You ...... What are you doing?! ”

This is the first time that the lord has been angry in his daily life, he was angry directly in the locker room, he really didn't know anything about the tradition of this locker room, and he was almost blind the first time he faced him.

Why is it that the tradition in other people's dressing rooms is that the newcomers dance, sing a song or invite to dinner, but here at Manchester United, it becomes a game against Manchester United celebrities under the watchful eyes of all the players! Fly! Machine?!

The lord said he didn't understand, but Juan raised his eyebrows and pulled Cristiano into the corner: "You did it?" ”

Cristiano was on the verge of crying, but he nodded.

"......" Juan opened his mouth, suddenly feeling that he had made the right choice to follow the path of a teaching assistant. Who did you choose? His voice was quite strange, and when he heard him ask, his little teammate was about to cry, and he shook his head desperately, Juan looked up at the lord who was still furious, and then at Barton who was standing next to him.

It has to be said that it was a scene that Juan will never forget, but since that day, Manchester United have abolished this rather obscene team tradition, and Juan doesn't know if they have any new "tradition", but at least it will never be mentioned in the lord's house.

Today is a rare moment when the players can drink in front of Ferguson, but even so, the players do not dare to be presumptuous in front of the lord, at most they take a glass of juice and take two sips carefully, and then subconsciously look up at the lord, Juan is very crying and laughing at this, but the lord is used to it.

"Weird?" He smiled and raised an eyebrow at Juan, "I'm just a little more strict in my usual days, I don't want them to be drunk before the game." ”

"I know." Juan nodded sincerely, the lord has more than 20 years of experience and experience in Manchester United, so he has absolute dominance over the players, and he has considered staying with the Red Devils if it goes on like this.

This position of the lord is very stressful, but the challenges and opportunities are also the greatest. The coach of the whole Premier League, no, or the whole of football, is most eager to become a coach like Alex Ferguson.

Buying and selling people are up to them, no matter how much money they spend, they are unconditionally supported by the entire club's hierarchy, they have absolute dominance in their own teams, and big-name stars are absolutely not allowed to save zài.

It was just perfect!

This Christmas dinner was enjoyed by the guests and hosts, although there was no drinking, but everyone's atmosphere was still very warm, the Red Devils 92 class has stayed with the lord since he was a child, Cristiano is completely loved by the lord as a little grandson, and Juan is even more expected by the lord, everyone talks about the interesting things that usually happen and someone's troubles, a table of people are happy, Juan smiles, while feeling that the future is bright.

- Even if he knew, the Red Devils couldn't stay long.

The sun-drenched Iberian Peninsula makes his heart cold, while the gloomy and damp British Isles brings him endless warmth and hope, which has to be said to be a wonderful irony.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening after the banquet, and everyone said goodbye, and Juan took Ferdinand's hitchhiker home again, and when he stood downstairs, Ferdinand looked up and said with a smile: "Merry Christmas, sir." ”

"Merry Christmas." Juan nodded lightly and stepped back, watching him leave.

As he opened the door to his apartment, Juan's men paused.

He remembered that he had locked it up before leaving. But now, his door opens with a key twist.

Juan paused, bent down and groped around the carpet for a while, a look in his eyes.

He had two spare keys, one for Cristiano so he could come at any time, and the other under the carpet. But now, the key is gone.

He straightened up and took a deep breath, then opened the door, which made him frown and take a half step back to look left and right.

…… Did he go to the wrong apartment?

After making sure that this was indeed his house, Juan took a deep breath and entered the door and turned on the light.

The bachelor apartment he rents is a two-bedroom, one-bedroom, one-bathroom, plus a kitchen and a balcony, so you can see what's going on inside the apartment at a glance.

The inside has been dressed up very neatly, there are two very lush Christmas flowers at the door, several doors are hung with mistletoe wreaths, the walls are pulled with streamers, and the air is filled with the aroma of roast turkey. There was a Christmas tree about half his height next to the fireplace, which was full of small gift boxes, lights, small pendants and various bells, and at the top of the tree was a very cute star, which looked very warm.

He took off his coat and raised his eyebrows. If there is really a thief or a robber, then the other party must also be a very emotional person...... Not only did he dress up for Christmas, but he also sprayed Santa's head and snowflake patterns on his windows. Even though the style of his room was obviously cold, it became a little warmer in the reflection of these things.

- Until one of the men sat up from his couch, Juan thought so calmly and calmly. He was almost taken aback, looked at it, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

He's going to call the police.

Out of his couch grew an Igor Casillas.

And Igor Casillas, who slept with a messy head and confused eyes.

"You're back?" Apparently awakened by the sudden light, the Spaniard rubbed his eyes as he crawled out of the couch and blanket. "It's so late, I've been working on it for hours."

"......" Juan looked at him wordlessly.

This has to be said to be a coincidence, he went out with Ferdinand to drive to the lord's house around four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and probably happened to be staggered with someone.

"Thanks to what you told me before, your key is under the carpet, otherwise I don't know how to get in." Cassie said, clapping his hands and laughing, "How's my setup?" ”

“…… It's so fancy. Juan swallowed all the compliments, and said casually, he rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen, and sure enough, he saw on the table the turkey that had cooled down, and Christmas dinner, two.

Obviously, a certain idiot hadn't eaten dinner yet, and judging by the time it took him to get over and set it up, maybe lunch was all settled on the plane.

He was a little moved for a while, and when he turned his head to look, Cassie had already yawned and walked over: "I ordered Christmas takeout and want to wait for you to eat it together, but maybe you have already eaten it?" ”

"I suddenly felt a little hungry." Juan glanced at him and turned on the oven and microwave to heat up the belated dinner for two.

This was the first time Juan had spent Christmas with Casillas, and it wasn't like they hadn't spent this time together before, but they were alone.

Cassie didn't seem to notice his silence, and pulled him to tell some interesting things with high interest, and Juan listened with a serious attitude at first, but he was helpless when he listened.

"Igor, these are things in the locker room, can you tell me about them?"

"What's so bad?" Cassie blinked, "By the way, I'll tell you, Luis has been glared at by Guti for several days since he changed into your jersey that day, but Figo also did it on purpose, always teasing him, Guti is still twenty-seven years old and will still be deceived by simple tricks, but it's fun." ”

Juan sighed: "Igor, the locker room secrets you have told me in the past half season are enough for me to publish a book." ”

"What's out, "The Galaxy Battleship You Don't Know?" Seeing that Cassie had actually started to think of a name for him, Juan tilted his head.

"It's just called "Real Madrid No Joke Encyclopedia", anyway, not many people believe it."

"Okay, I'll buy it when you publish it." Cassie actually agreed with the weight of his hands and feet.

"......" Juan was silent for a moment, then put down his knife and fork.

"Igor, do you know what you were talking about?"

If Juan does publish this book, he will definitely be able to investigate the head of Cassie soon, he has managed to gain a foothold in Real Madrid's first team, and it is not easy to make a little achievement, and this qiē is likely to be ruined by one of his books.

Did he say this when he was aware of all this?

"I know." Cassie spooned a mouthful of paella into his mouth, a little slurred. "It's a big deal, and I'll come to you when the time comes."

"It's not a question of defecting to me." Juan frowned fiercely and put down his knife and fork, "If there is a person in front of you who is plotting against you and Real Madrid, then your words now can not only bury your entire career, but even endanger Real Madrid!" ”

"I don't care, as long as you're happy." Cassie looked at Juan's cold and stern face, and he also put down the spoon and became serious with a serious expression. "It doesn't matter what I become or what Real Madrid becomes, as long as you're happy."

After a pause, he saw that Juan hadn't spoken yet, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and smile like him: "Or in your heart, what I did was more infuriating, because I endangered Real Madrid?" ”

"Igor Casillas!" Juan slapped the table and stood up, taking a deep breath.

Calm down, Juan Dias, you used to be so angry that this kid was furious, today you can't be stimulated by him, you have to be elegant and calm.

"I don't want you to ruin your future, I haven't heard this sentence today, and you shouldn't say it to anyone in the future." Juan's expression was a little cold. He was always expressionless when he was angry, not as vicious as the others, but he had a terrifying fierceness, and at this time, maybe only Cassie would wipe his mouth and stand up like he did now, and confront him across the table.

"What if I said no?"

The atmosphere at the scene was tense all of a sudden, and Juan took a deep breath.

If his dream was true, Cassie would be in front of him in a few years, and in a few years he would be fascinated by the existence of that female journalist, and then bury his own life at Real Madrid.

As soon as he thought of this, his chest was very suffocated, and the person in front of him didn't know what was crazy, it seemed that he must be stubborn on this road, in order to calm himself and him, Juan straightened up.

"At least don't tell reporters, especially ......"

"Sara Carbonero?" Cassie repeated the name almost blankly, which surprised Juan, "You know her?" ”

"She's always asking you questions at your press conferences, and you're always telling her everything." Cassie walked around the table and stood in front of him and glared at him, "Ahhh ”

"Huh?" Juan was a little confused, how could the topic change to this direction, what was going on in Cassie's head?

"I will never interfere if you have someone you like, and I will never touch her when I see her, and I will continue to sue you about these things, and you can use these things to continue to please your sweetheart...... Now you are relieved, right? Cassie glared at him angrily and turned around angrily to leave, seeing that he wanted to buy a ticket directly to fly back to Spain, Juan subconsciously reached out and grabbed him: "Wait, there seems to be a little misunderstanding......

Cassie directly backhanded a punch, the force was not very strong, but the place where it hit the shoulder blade was very painful. Juan's eyes narrowed, seeing that the man was still struggling, he simply didn't care about the scuffle with the person.

In the small space, both of them couldn't stretch out, so they simply twisted their arms and legs to compete with each other, no one let anyone, the faces of the two people were very close, their lips were only ten centimeters apart, and the eyes that glared at each other were also very close, so close that they could count each other's eyelashes.

Igor's eyes were as silky as chocolate, and at this moment there was a look that Juan couldn't see, just looking at it, Hu An's anger seemed to have vanished, only curiosity remained, and in order to see more clearly, he leaned a little closer. And it was such an action that seemed to frighten the person, and he subconsciously retreated.

The hands and feet of the two people were entangled, and they couldn't break free for a while, and his retreat made the center of gravity of both of them unstable, and finally they fell to the ground together.

Juan was still on Cassie's body. Cassie landed on his back, his hand was pressed to the floor, it hurt hotly, but the people under him didn't seem to react at all, Juan frowned and moved his fingers, motioning for him to get up, but Cassie didn't make any movement.

He wasn't stunned, although the back of his head and back did hurt for a while.

He just stared.

Juan is one of the few blondes in the Iberian Peninsula, with a sigh-inducing finesse between his eyebrows, each of which has a delicate silhouette like the Royal Palace of Madrid, and at this moment he looks at it with his eyebrows twisted, those eyes are like icebergs and seawater in Antarctica, with a silent beauty, and his lips are slightly pursed, more like the pomegranate flowers kissed by the spring breeze than the pomegranate flowers on the branches of April.

"Igor?" He called his name softly, his voice a little soft, with a dull tone, "Where did you fall, are you okay?" ”

"Shh Cassie's voice bordered on sighing, "Look...... We're under mistletoe. ”

The young man was stunned, then looked up. There was a wreath of mistletoe on the kitchen hallway, and he sighed for a moment, finally remembering that it was Christmas, and he shouldn't be so angry. After muttering a few words, the young man leaned on top of him, his lips lightly touching his cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Igor." Thank you for coming to see me.

"Merry Christmas, Juan." Cassie smiled, as if she didn't see what he was saying, and looked up eagerly, "May I ask you for a kiss?" ”

Juan was stunned, nodded helplessly, and the next second he was knocked to the ground - but his little friend obviously felt sorry for him, and protected the back of his head with his hand, not letting him enjoy the treatment of hitting his head on the ground once.

"Actually, it hurts, but it's nothing compared to the pain of a crash." Cassie said, Juan was stunned for a moment before he reacted, this was before answering him, and he was just about to open his mouth to say something, when the person on top of him bent down and covered his lips over his.

Juan froze, then jerked him away to his feet.

The touch on his lips was still there, not an illusion, he licked it subconsciously, and it still had the taste of paella. The moment his lips covered it, he was stunned and didn't move, and even when the other party's tongue tentatively stuck in, he subconsciously wanted to use his tongue to "say hello", but it has to be said that the taste of paella saved his mind and allowed him to quickly push Cassie away.

His little friend was still sitting on the ground with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking, Juan sighed and stretched out his hand to him: "Get up, the ground is dirty." ”

Oh, he just rolled around on the ground! His clothes are going to be scrapped again!

Cassie looked up at him, muttering and reaching for his hand.

"Very nice Christmas present."

Hearing this, Juan gritted his teeth and smiled at him: "Thank you, you too." ”

He deliberately changed into a new suit in order to go to the lord's house, and the shirt was also just bought, but it turned out to be good, his little friend rolled around on the ground with him, and Juan was depressed. Seeing his little friend sitting back at the table and wanting to continue eating, Juan took a deep breath.

"I'll go take a shower first."

He couldn't stand to roll around on the floor and then sit at the table and eat as if nothing had happened, and he needed to calm down now.

A joking gesture from a little friend, he can be impulsive...... Does this mean that he really needs to find a partner?

Juan, who turned his head to leave in deep thought, didn't notice what kind of eyes his little friend used to see him back into the room, and how he was in a daze for a while before he could swallow in a daze at the empty plate, he only knew that now he had to take a cold shower.

When Juan came out of the room wiping his hair, Igor had already packed up his things and put them away, nestled on the sofa in a daze, and Juan couldn't help frowning when he saw him.

"Roll around on the floor and then another on my couch, huh?"

Cassie immediately jumped up and looked at him with some embarrassment, Juan just stretched out his hand and pointed to the room: "Go take a shower, don't sleep on the sofa at night, you'll catch a cold." ”

"Then I'll sleep with you?" Cassie's face suddenly became very strange, he pointed at himself in some surprise, his fingers trembled, and glanced at him in surprise, Juan nodded rightly: "Of course." ”

Igor's face turned red all of a sudden, and he was just about to say something more, when his little friend thought about it and raised his eyebrows and smiled at him: "I guess you didn't bring a change of clothes, I'll borrow you and don't be seen by my sister." ”

"Sister Eugenia?" Cassie was stunned, then realized. The two of them grew up together, and their parents had seen each other many times, and he was deeply impressed by Juan's sister, the most important of which was-

I can't see anyone else wearing the same clothes.

In any case, the pieces can be the same, but the combinations can't be exactly the same! The body type can't be the same! The look can't be the same! Absolutely not! Neither can Juan himself!

The two of them had already experienced the designer's obsessive-compulsive disorder since childhood, so his sister almost didn't watch the football game at all, just to avoid driving herself crazy. But then it has improved a little bit, who has made the players look and shape a lot better?

Cassie went in the shower, Juan was going to sit down and read a book, he hadn't read a book for a long time, the high-intensity competition had left him with no time to take care of his own affairs, and he finally had a little free time, he hoped to enrich his knowledge level.

Time flies by while reading the book, and he doesn't even know when Cassie held his breath and quietly went to bed, and when he turned his head, the distance between the two was not much worse than just now.

Both of them were stunned, and the Spanish youth looked at him with anticipation and nervousness in his eyes, as well as some shyness and withdrawal. "I didn't find a hair dryer."

Juan smiled and rubbed his damp and unkempt hair, "I'll wipe it for you." ”

Igor's hair is fluffy and soft, so it is difficult to style, if you don't comb it well, the curly hair will be very chaotic when the wind blows, compared to Juan's hair is very soft, no matter how much the wind blows, it will not be messy, and it can be smoothed again with a little hand plucking, which makes Cassie very jealous all the time.

Cassie's hair was wiped in his hand, and he could feel the softness through the towel, if you want to talk about the feel of touching, Cassie is like a fluffy, cute big dog, and Juan's hair is more inclined to silk, Guti has asked him more than once, the same exposure to the sun, why this person's hair is still so good, Juan can only say - go ask his sister.

"Juan."

"Huh?"

"You're not mad at me......"

Yo.

Juan listened to the somewhat uneasy tone of his subordinates and smiled.

Does this kid still know that he is worried and afraid? He couldn't even see it like that!

"What do you mean?"

"Uh, yes, it's my dear ......"

"It's fine." Juan quickly diverted the topic, he couldn't let his friend continue to mention this matter, as long as he knew about his embarrassment just now, "If you have to say angry, I'm angry that you made me roll on the ground." ”

"Ha, I'm sorry." Cassie seemed to relax all of a sudden, and wanted to turn her head to look at him, but he held him back: "Don't move, wipe your hair!" ”

"Really not angry?"

"Really." Isn't it just being held and bitten, when Cassie was a child, he used to gnaw him, didn't he say anything?

"That's Sara Caponero......"

"I have nothing to do with this woman." Juan immediately vetoed it more quickly, joking, he was polite and answered questions about this person because he considered whether Cassie was good or not, what if Cassie still wanted to be with her in the future, wouldn't he make it difficult for Cassie to target people now? He didn't want to lose such a friend.

"Oh......" Cassie breathed a sigh of relief, and Juan was still puzzled when he heard Cassie ask again.

"So, will you go back to Real Madrid?"

Juan's hand paused, and Cassie hurriedly added: "I'm not saying that I want you to come back and play, just be an assistant coach or anything, you see, aren't you doing well at Manchester United?" I just want to ......"

"Igor." Juan rubbed his head, "I won't be going back anytime soon." ”

"Okay......" Cassie was deflated, but before he could say anything more, he heard Juan add lightly.

"If I want to go back, I will also be invited back by the scenery."

Cassie didn't laugh at his wishful thinking, in fact he was stunned by Juan's words, and when he turned around, the young man still seemed to be so light-hearted, and he still had the strength to smile at him in the eyes.

"There will be a day, just wait, I won't go back until then."

After a moment of silence for Juan's "bold words", Cassie fumbled to hold his hand, and in his astonished gaze, the Spanish youth kissed the back of his hand.

"I'm sure you can."

Juan retracted his hand very naturally, and continued to wipe Cassie's hair, the person in front of him had his back to him, so he didn't see the other's already red cheeks.

Isn't sensationalism too much? Cassie asked herself, but then snickered.

Not being kicked out, being pulled and wiping his hair, this was even more fantastic than the best situation he could imagine.

When Juan woke up the next day, Cassie was still sleeping, Juan raised an eyebrow and looked at him, and was silent for a long time before remembering that this person had spent the night in his house last night, no wonder he felt suffocated. A certain Spaniard didn't sleep at all, the whole person was about to curl up on him, although the British Peninsula was very wet and cold, yes, but he had already turned on the heating all night, and now the room was not to this point, right?

…… Sure enough, he should be allowed to sleep in a study or a sofa.

Pulling away the hands and feet of his friends, Juan got up and prepared to clean up, although today is a holiday, but the Christmas decorations outside still need to be cleaned up, and it is more in the way of placing them all the time.

By the time he was bending down to put everything in the doorway, Cassie had already woken up, rubbed his eyes and said good morning to him, Juan straightened up and smiled at him, and the Spanish young man was stunned, and then walked over quickly.

"What's the matter, I got latte art on my face?" Juan was a little uneasy, though he remembered that there was nothing on his face.

"It's not." Cassie muttered, wrapped her arms around his neck, and the sound was almost ringing in his ears.

"You're standing under the mistletoe."