Chapter 149

Raul and Guti had a hunch that they were going to be cheated, Casillas was very calm on the side, after all, he believed that Juan would not be pitted no matter how he pitted, but Juan turned his head calmly: "Speaking of which, maybe the other party's child will also reply to you, do you want to see it?" ”

“…………”

Casillaston was dumbfounded.

What the heck??

Although he also knew that Juan was talking nonsense, he didn't know why he always felt that something was wrong.

Juan: What is this analogy?

"Come on, everybody's watching." Juan poked him lightly, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

Casillas subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but there was something wrong with it, and there were so many reporters watching the scene!

So under the strange gazes of Raul and Guti, Casillas nodded: "Of course you have to see it." ”

Poof.

Compared with bad ideas, Casillas obviously can't play Juan, so he was teased in public for a while, and Juan is still serious, Casillas is obviously still too tender......

"Okay." Juan nodded calmly, then hugged a few people, "I'm going to the press conference." ”

He carried three Real Madrid jerseys in his hands, and the one who walked was called a dashing, leaving only the Real Madrid trio speechless in place to watch him leave.

"You guys have such a good relationship with Juan!"

"yes." Raul smiled, "When I came to Casstilla, Juan was already the little prince of La Fabrica. ”

"The little prince?"

"Wow......"

"Say it's the little prince......" Guti couldn't help but speak, but before he could say the latter sentence "It's actually more like a little devil", he was stopped directly by Raul and Casillas with a smile, "What, let's go back!" ”

"Yes, let's go first, hehe, hehe......"

Fortunately, they still have the habit of wearing small vests inside, otherwise the three of them would have been photographed by the media for several minutes.

The people who went to the hall from the mixed interview area didn't know how lively they had just missed in the back, but they were still excited when they saw Juan.

Juan took the time to go back to the manager's lounge and put away all the jerseys before coming to the press conference, so the people in front of him were not able to watch Juan carry three Real Madrid jerseys to the spectacular appearance, but they had something to ask Juan for this game.

– For example, what it's like to kill Real Madrid three times.

- For example, if he wins this game with a semi-substitute lineup, will Juan make some moves in personnel adjustments?

- and the future of A Coruña.

Juan also knew that there would be more people coming to ask questions at this time, but he was not in a hurry at all, and Luxemberg was not in a hurry to leave, so what was there for him to be anxious about?

Juan shook hands with Luxenberg very calmly, although the expression on Luxenberg's face was very unpleasant, but he still didn't say anything, just nodded very calmly: "Congratulations." ”

Juan smiled and didn't take the opportunity to say anything more.

He didn't have the habit of adding material to the media, and he didn't want them to go on casually, so as soon as he sat down, Juan coughed lightly when he was asked what it was like to kill Real Madrid three times.

"Every time I play against Real Madrid, it feels very familiar, especially when I come back to Madrid, every time it feels like I'm home."

…… Big brother, this game is taking place in Deportivo La Coruna.

Juan said a few words to express his nostalgia and gratitude to Real Madrid, and everyone heard it in a fog, but seeing Juan so calm, they all felt that they could still ask a few words today!

"Dias, now that you've got good results in the Copa del Rey, the Champions League and the league, I'll have a question for me – what would you do if you had to give up a title in such a situation?"

When he heard this question, Juan subconsciously raised his eyebrows, and the reporter who asked this question was a little hairy by him, and he laughed twice: "May I ask ......?" ”

"I don't know how you came up with such a strange question." Juan looked at the man, sighed and shook his head. "La Liga is so competitive, no one knows who will be the champion until the last minute, so let me give up something now...... How do I give up what I don't have? ”

Fortunately, Juan is clever enough, this person is clearly playing tricks on Juan and Deportivo La Coruna, and what he wants to hear is that Juan will give up some trophies, and then cause public outrage - even if Deportivo is almost a public enemy of La Liga now.

"We don't know what the next step will be, and in so many league games, we haven't had setbacks, we haven't experienced ......"

Juan paused strangely at this point, then continued casually: "...... Ahem, all in all, A Coruña still has a lot to learn. ”

"......" everyone looked at him with a very wordless gaze.

Of course, they all knew why Juan had paused.

- It's not because he wants to say that Deportivo La Coruna has also suffered defeats, but this manager, you ask yourself, has Deportivo lost in the whole league?

Well?

And even if it loses, it's a two-legged game, either Deportivo has occupied a big enough score, and the second half is completely for the cubs to practice, or because it is to save some face for the other party - after all, it's still the same sentence, stay for a while, and see each other in the future.

"Speaking of which, Juan, do you want to challenge for the Golden Trophy this season?" A reporter stood up and asked this sentence, Juan and Luxenberg were stunned at the same time, and Luxenberg's expression sank directly.

Arsenal's Arsene Wenger had not lost a whole season before, winning the only golden league trophy in the world that the FA had created for Arsenal, which was arguably the Gunners' crowning glory.

And now that a reporter is asking such a question, it is obviously another way to euphemistically ask Juan - does Deportivo want to challenge Wenger's record?

Juan smiled and shook his head: "All this still depends on the performance ability of our own players, after all, you also know that we Deportivo are old and small, and there are few ...... that can play"

When this familiar stalk was spoken, many people at the scene let out chuckles.

This is what the major media said at the beginning of the season when they commented on Deportivo La Coruna, and it is usually followed by a sentence: "Alas, Deportivo La Coruna is going to end this season!" ”

But most of the season is over, is Deportivo finished?

Not really.

Even now, they have to go further than all the La Liga teams.

"Do you have any thoughts on Leon in the next game?"

'Lyon are a strong team and we will take it seriously.' Juan nodded earnestly.

"Is there anything you would like to say about Real Madrid?"

"Didn't I finish it when I started?"

"Uh, I mean, to Mr. Luxemberg......"

Hearing such a question, Juan subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of Luxemberg, his face was expressionless, just looked at him quietly, Juan smiled and nodded: "I wish you a good time in the future." ”

After the press conference, reporters were still discussing what Juan meant.

- Is he blessing Luxemberg?

Well, but looking at Luxenberg's face at the time, it didn't look like a blessing.

- He's scolding Senberg?

This is even more unlikely, as far as Luxenberg's temper really made him feel that it was a violation of him, he would have jumped up and been angry, instead of still holding back his anger here and not saying a word.

Eventually, one man shuddered.

"You say...... Is it because Luxemberg is leaving class that Juan wishes him a good time for the rest of the day? ”

A word woke up the dreamer, and the reporters instantly remembered the three coaches who were fired from Real Madrid in the first half of the season.

Did Luxemborg not do well at Real Madrid?

I can't say it's bad, but at least there haven't been any big mistakes - replacing Guti on the pitch today was arguably the biggest mistake of his career at Real Madrid, but it soon became clear that in a place like Real Madrid, it was a mistake without any credit.

How long Luxemburg will stay at Real Madrid, no one knows.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe it's the end of the season, but all in all he won't be good.

First, he moved Raul on the pitch, and second, under his leadership, Real Madrid still did not improve in the second half of the season, which was enough to make Real Madrid dissatisfied with him.

Juan didn't care about any of these things, after all, his main focus was on Deportivo La Coruna anyway, and he knew that now was not the time to think about anything else.

And Lyon.

France is a famous country, in the eyes of women, it is synonymous with romance, in the eyes of artists, it is synonymous with art, but in the eyes of fans and men, it is synonymous with ...... Off color.

Ligue 1 as a whole is such a strange painting style that is different from the whole of France, of course, there is another possibility, that is, France integrates all the elegance into daily life, and then leaves all the violence factors to football.

Lyon is not an easy team to play against anyway, and even if Ligue 1 is now dominated by Paris Saint-Germain, it doesn't mean that they don't have two brushes.

The game at the Riazor Stadium is very convenient, at least after pulling everyone back to the academy, those who should go back can go back directly, but when he returned to the training camp today, Juan was a little surprised to find that there were still a bunch of people here.

The few people who got off the bus first were directly surrounded by their seniors, all kinds of ravages and patting shoulders, everyone was still a little confused at first, but they quickly reacted - this is to help them celebrate!

Everyone jumped off the bus, giggling and laughing, and when Juan came down, he couldn't help but smile when he looked at everything in front of him: "What's the situation, welcome us back?" ”

"Pretty much." Redondo didn't go to the game today, he came forward and rubbed Juan's head: "It's hard work." ”

"No...... Boss, what is the main purpose of your big night not gathering here at home? Not to mention that it's really to welcome us, no one on our side can afford to ......."

Juan's uprightness made Redondo pat his head speechlessly: "We collectively organized to watch today's game, usually these young people organize to watch our game, and now it's our turn to see what the situation is like for the young people." ”

"I see." Juan nodded.

"By the way, Juan, what about Postiga?" Morientes, who was on the side, asked.

"He...... It's not a big deal, I was sent to the hospital, and I'll go see him tomorrow, and by the way, I will ask what the specific situation is and how long I want to rest. Juan replied, but he instinctively felt something was wrong. …… Uh, what's the matter with you two getting stuck in the bus here? ”

"Okay, our own family doesn't speak outside languages." Redondo stretched out his hand bluntly, "Take it out." ”

"What?" Juan blinked.

Morientes couldn't stand it anymore, and he naturally knew that Juan was broken from time to time, so he reminded him softly: "What about Raul and Guti's jerseys?" ”

"That's what I'm coming!" Juan resisted weakly, but was quickly suppressed by force by the big guy and Morientes.

This little bunny, one person occupies three jerseys, do you want to be shameless??

Juan quickly handed over the two jerseys, the big guy just took the bag and didn't look at it, while Morientes subconsciously lowered his head and turned it over carefully, but he was stunned, looked up at Juan, and then looked at Redondo, and by the way, glanced at the bag in his hand with a very strange gaze.

“…… When did he write it? ”

Morientes said this in a strange voice, Juan smiled and spread his hands: "Didn't you see it when you were in the players' tunnel?" ”

"That's right." Morientes lowered his eyes and nodded, smiled and hugged him: "Thank you, this is the best gift I have ever received." ”

"Nothing." Juan hugged him, very emotional.

Of course, he knows what the situation is with Morientes and Raul, and if they are at other clubs, these two must be difficult...... At least as a brother, he can bring some comfort to these two people on weekdays, and that's fine.

Maybe phone calls and video chats will make them see each other every day, but the meaning of a letter is very different.

Through the screen and the phone, two people can only see each other's faces and hear each other's voices, but the letters that come from them can touch each other's souls.

And it was a love letter written on the jersey that was still stained with sweat from the man a few hours ago, and it was quietly sent over, gently scratching his heart, again and again.

How gentle.

Redondo looked at Juan and Morientes looking at each other and smiling, everything was silent, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, and then lowered his head and opened his bag.

It was indeed Guti's jersey, a little damp, obviously still sweaty, causing the handwriting on the jersey to be a little blurry, but Redondo could still vaguely see what was written on it.

The Argentine's pupils constricted, his breathing paused, and even the muscles of his whole body tensed for a moment, Juan and Morientes pretended not to know, and the two of them talked intentionally or unintentionally, as casually as if they didn't see Redondo's expression at all.

He took a deep breath, put the jersey back in the bag, and raised an eyebrow: "Juan." ”

"Huh?" Juan turned around.

“…… You just said that both jerseys are for you? Redondo's voice was a little weird.

Juan blinked and immediately denied: "No, I definitely didn't say that!" They asked me to bring you these two jerseys, I don't know what is on them, I don't know what is written, I haven't even read Igor's! ”

"......" I don't know why, Redondo felt that some of the people in front of him had no silver here.

Juan looked at each other for a while, but finally retreated, and directly turned his head and waved his hand: "Okay, don't think about it anymore, I invite everyone to eat, just say what you want to eat!" …… Eh, don't go? I promise not to eat the barbecue buffet! ”

After a night of madness, Redondo was a little absent-minded, and he was more concerned about the bag, the jersey in the bag, and the simple words on the jersey.

- You are like a bird in the wilderness, but I want you to perch the sky in my eyes forever.

Tagore's verses.

Guti really doesn't like to read, but in order to have more common language with him, the little cub reads a lot of similar poems that are very esoteric to him, which can be regarded as embarrassing for the little wolf cub.

Even if he doesn't like Tagore at all, he likes Borges, I and García Márquez, and he loves sentences that are like a hundred years of solitude.

But there has never been such a moment, such a poem can touch him so much.

He remembered that during the winter break, Guti had traveled all the way from Spain to the Pampas to see the goshawk, and the sky was reflected in his eyes.

Redondo, who has always had a regular schedule, tossed and turned tonight, he didn't know what was burning in his chest, and the Argentine knew he needed to vent urgently, so he took a deep breath and dialed a number to himself.

Anyway, since it was that person who started the fire, then it was nothing for him to make a phone call in the middle of the night-

“…… hola？ ”

Redondo paused for a moment, and the phone was picked up so quickly, especially the very awake voice on the other end, he immediately quickly understood: "You haven't slept yet?" ”

“…… Can't sleep. Guti took a deep breath and continued before Redondo could speak, "Thinking about you. ”

Redondo didn't know what to say at this moment, he took a deep breath and decided to make a quick decision and ask directly, because he knew that if he couldn't ask something directly, he might not be at ease for a while in the future.

"Why did you choose me?" Redondo's voice was a little hoarse when he asked this, "What do you like about me, I want to know." ”

He really wanted to know, since the day he arrived at Real Madrid, this little golden retriever seems to have been following his back with his eyes, and he has never looked back to pay attention, but more than ten years have passed, when he finally remembered to stop and look back, the boy has grown up, but his eyes are still looking at him, as pure and serious as more than ten years, full of joy and longing.

Guti's glasses are very beautiful, beautiful enough to peek into the galaxy and nebula of the universe, can sigh for a whole period of youthful glitz and fathered, can dream of countless years of late night and sinking, can see the hope of the rising sun and the clearest time, which has never changed for more than ten years.

It's like his loyalty to Real Madrid, it's like his attention to himself, lonely and elusive.

It dawned on him that there was a man who had spent his entire youth following him.

"If you tell me what you like about me, it will be the pride of my life."

When he said this, Redondo was sincere, he was also human, and he would be moved, although the fans also had many followers of him, but after all, he was far away from himself, and only this person was always closest to him.

The person on the other end of the line was silent for a long time, and just when Redondo thought he was asleep, the voice on the other end came slowly, with some hoarse crying.

"Really?"

"Really." Redondo was relieved and replied.

"Won't you say 'you don't know me well' anymore?" Guti was obviously still a little skeptical, he still remembered what Redondo had said about him before, "After that, will you not be able to call you Fernando anymore?" ”

"......" Redondo was deeply helpless.

Well, it was wrong for him before, but didn't he praise this kid after he went to Milan? And if you really don't want to talk to him, how can you still meet him in private and go shopping together?

This kid also thinks too much, but Redondo clearly understands why he thinks so, everything is his own sin: "No, you keep calling." ”

"Okay, then I'll really say it." Guti took a deep breath.

“…… Probably just as the earth has gravity, you also have a great magic that attracts me, and I already knew when I saw you, I was doomed. ”

"I was probably a tree that grew against time, and when I met you again, I only had a hollowed out trunk before I met you, and the first day I fell in love with you, the petals that fell in the dirt flew back to the treetops, and a whole tree bloomed, and then the leaves were withdrawn, and finally it turned back into a seedling."

Redondo was silent for a moment, then sneered.

"Where did you learn the sweet talk, nightclub?"

The person on the phone was very serious: "No, I thought of it while reading a book." ”

"Same as 'flying birds'?"

"......" The golden wolf was a little embarrassed, because Tagore's original sentence was not like this, and he made some modifications. I've been working hard, can you praise me a little bit......"

Redondo also knew that this little cub needed praise the most, so after a good compliment at random, he asked with some curiosity: "You weren't like this before, who taught you?" ”

"You may not believe it, it's Juan." Guti coughed lightly, even more embarrassed. "He told me that confession should be a matter of course, it is to pierce the window paper, not the beginning of the pursuit, if you don't have me in your heart, it's useless to be lethal, so I want you to see my merits and sincerity first...... Uh, why don't you talk anymore? ”

“…… Are these really what Juan told you? "Why is Redondo a little unconvinced?!

"Really, that's what he told me! He also told me that he wanted to do what he liked or something...... Uh, am I talking a little too much? Guti wanted to slap himself, how could he just talk to him!

"When did he tell you?" Redondo was not stupid, he suddenly felt as if he had vaguely touched something, unlike the somewhat innocent little wolf cub opposite, Juan Ke was fine, although sometimes a little stupid......

But now that I think about it, could those stupid people be this person pretending to be stupid?

"Well, it's the European Cup before, when I met in a nightclub......"

"......" nightclub, good, good, he remembered.

Speaking of Casillas, he still remembers the confession clearly, but Juan said this sentence a little earlier than the time when Casillas confessed??

The more Redondo thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, but the little wolf cub on the other end of the phone was still waiting for his answer, and the Argentine let Juan go for the time being and took a deep breath.

"What is this, confession?"

......The person on the other end of the phone couldn't say a word, Redondo listened to the sound on the other end and raised his eyebrows, "You can't stand still and fall, right?" ”

"Not really!" The person over there retorted, but the voice did not sound convincing, and after struggling for a while, Guti gave up on himself and lay directly on the ground, covering his eyes for a long time, and now his mind was in a mess and he couldn't say anything, sighing for the "confession" of the Argentine just now.

"I thought there were some things I would never be able to say for the rest of my life."

He thought about it a lot in his heart, but he didn't expect that there would be such a day.

- Thank God.

Even if he would go to hell in the future, he was satisfied.

"But someone gave you courage and confidence, and taught you how to speak." Redondo's voice was very calm, with a hint of coolness, and Guti nodded directly without any psychological burden: "Yes, thanks to Juan...... Alas, if it weren't for him, I probably wouldn't know what to do at this point. ”

“…… If that is to say, the reunion in Milan was also the same? ”

"Yes, I've mustered up the courage......" Guti sighed, and Redondo heard a rustling sound on the phone, followed by a soft sigh.

"I dare to see you."

The Argentine couldn't help frowning when he heard the voice: "You roll on the ground?" ”

Guti was stunned: "Uh......" He just turned over, and he hasn't rolled around yet, right?

"Sit up."

"Okay." Guti rubbed his head and sat up, "You haven't answered me yet." ”

"Answer to you?"

"That's it, it's ......" Guti himself felt a little slurred, "confession......"

"What do you want to hear me say?" Redondo raised his eyebrows, a little interested.

"Anything is fine," Guti swallowed, "Well, it doesn't matter if you don't respond to me, I'm not in a hurry...... If I refuse, I'll try hard next time, well......"

"You made a mistake in that sentence."

"Huh?" Guti was stunned for a moment.

"I said, the Tagore poem on your jersey was written incorrectly." Redondo said slowly, but the person on the other end of the sentence panicked on the spot, but he racked his brains to come up with a sentence! Suddenly, some people with dead hearts opened their mouths and were about to say something, when they heard the man on the other end of the phone say very calmly.

"My heart is the bird of the wilderness, which finds its sky in your eyes."

After a pause, he said slowly, "...... That's the original sentence. ”

“………………”

Guti opened his mouth to stammer, but it was on the other end of the phone, and Redondo was a little scary to the point of calmness.

"You, you, you, you......"

"How am I?" Argentine Shi Shiran asked.

Guti held back for a long time, and then scolded angrily, but how to listen to it is all kinds of lack of confidence: "Why don't you follow the routine?!" ”

"Isn't that what you want me to say?" The Argentine thought it was a little funny, and when he first saw this sentence, he thought that the little cub was terrible now, and it seemed that there was a back-up move?

"Yes, that's right, but I haven't reacted yet......

"Then you didn't say that."

"No, no, no, don't!!" Guti laughed, "Then what, I'll just say yes to you?" ”

The Argentine squinted his eyes on the other end of the phone: "And then? ”

"And then?" Guti was stupid again, "What? ”

"You don't have anything else to say?" The Argentinian Shi Shiran asked, "For example, when will we talk on the phone and when will we meet...... Redondo didn't finish when he heard another loud bang over there, "...... What's wrong with you? ”

"No, no, nothing!!" Guti was in a hurry, his side was in a complete mess, but he didn't know what he should be busy with now, and in the end he gave up and took a deep breath.

"So, are you free tomorrow?"

When he asked this sentence, his voice trembled a little, and the Argentine opposite frowned: "You have a holiday tomorrow?" ”

"Hmm......" Guti was very weak-hearted.

"You don't have a holiday tomorrow." Redondo was sure.

The golden wolf on the other side of the "......" let out a whimper, like a little beast that had been poked in the weak spot all of a sudden, and could not say anything.

The Argentine was stunned and continued: "We have a holiday tomorrow. ”

Guti suddenly became energetic: "Then I'll go to you ......!" ”

"Skip training?" The Argentine's voice was cold, and Guti suddenly wilted again, unable to say a word.

Redondo sighed, feeling tired.

"I'll look for you tomorrow."

"Really?"

"Hmm."

"Good!!"

"......" Redondo rubbed his temples a little wordlessly, listening to the strange voices on the other end of the phone that accompanied the shouting.

Did he bring in something terrible?

Compared to the unilateral chaos on the side of Redondo and Guti, Juan and Casillas are very calm here.

…… Maybe.

"So," Juan said slowly on the phone in the evening, "that's all you wrote?" ”

“…… Otherwise, what do you want me to write? Casillas was helpless, "You're already in front of me, do you want me to write an essay of a few hundred words?" ”

"Even if you don't write much, I don't force you to write the sweet love words of Guti, but why should you write some thoughtful words like Moreau." Juan complained, and Casillas was suspiciously silent for a moment before he said in a strange voice: "What did you see them write?" ”

"See, I saw it when I bagged them." Juan happily admitted, "Do you want to know what they wrote?" ”

"Yes!" Casillas was categorical.

"I won't tell you." The person on the other side reacts just as quickly.

“……”

"Unless you read me what you wrote." Juan made his own request directly.

"Huh?"

"And with affection." The little coach of Laco has to make inches of progress.

“…… Juan Dias!! ”

"Okay, okay, I won't embarrass you." Juan smiled and waved his hand, "You said it was better for me to hang the clothes or frame them?" ”

Casillas was stunned on the other end of the phone for a while, and couldn't help frowning: "It doesn't have to be so grand, right?" ”

"This is the first love letter you've ever sent me, though it's not very good." Juan chuckled, and the person on the other end of the phone paused for a moment and subconsciously retorted: "What does it mean that the content is not good?" I'm also writing very seriously! ”

"Are you sure?"

"Of course!!" Casillas was right, "What do you think is wrong?" ”

"What do you think is good?" Juan was a little speechless, "What athlete curses himself for getting sick?" ”

"But I really think I'm sick......" Casillas struggled, "Raul and Guti have already said that I'm sick a lot!" ”

“…… From which Spanish proverb did they come to this conclusion? Juan sighed, some people will get in the way of other people when they are in love, have they forgotten that everyone is still with him?

"What does it look like...... What ......" Casillas frowned and thought about it for a long time before Juan interrupted him directly: "Okay, don't think about it, the two of them have personally proven the unreliability of Spanish proverbs, you Spaniards are really all kinds of negative energy, can you still have a good time?" ”

"It's like you're not half a Spaniard." Casillas muttered, but did not refute, indeed, there are still many things that are wrong in Spanish proverbs, such as the most famous phrase "ses (eternal love lasts only three months)", and both Raul and Guti used time to justify the long-term love of the Spaniards.

"Alas, so, some things can't be communicated with pen and paper, you still have to talk directly, and I can solve it for you if you say it, right?" Juan sighed and laughed.

"Alright...... Casillas hesitated for a moment, coughing lightly.

"I think I'm probably suffering from a disease called generosity, willing to give you all good things, even if I fall into the abyss."

- This is the words he wrote on the jersey, which was completely a knee-jerk reaction, because Raul and Guti had already joked about this incident that he "looked like he was sick, and it was a disease caused by lovesickness", and he thought about it and found that it really seemed like that, so he wrote this sentence with a lot of anxiety.

To be honest, he subconsciously asked Juan if he was seriously ill like this, but Juan has only teased him until now!!

Especially at this time, this person is still laughing on the other end of the phone, he is going to be angry!!

"No, I just wanted to say ...... Do you Spaniards call this a disease? Juan finally laughed enough and coughed lightly, "Also, what the hell is falling into the abyss, where are you going to fall?" ”

"It's just an analogy!" Casillas was furious, "It's not that you Laco are too poor to even afford a goalkeeper of 35 million!" ”

- Real Madrid's attitude towards Casillas is not for sale, but if there is a real wrongdoer who wants to buy it, he will take 35 million with him.

What is the concept of 35 million, friends?

You can all rank in the world trading records!!

And in terms of the current price in 05, the average selling price of a goalkeeper does not exceed four million, and it takes out thirty-five million to buy a goalkeeper?

Crazy!!

So although Casillas said this about Juan, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all, just a little annoyed, Juan finally held back his laughter, and his voice was a little strange: "You Spaniards are so weird, you fall in love and call you sick." ”

"Falling in love?" Casillas was stunned for a moment, muttered for a moment and nodded, "What you said makes sense...... No, how could I ask you to explain this to me? ”

Juan smiled: "What's wrong with me?" ”

“…… It's nothing. Casillas subconsciously felt that at this moment, it could not be said that this person had low EQ, he seemed to have used his IQ to make up EQ! 166 Reading Network