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I have to say that he didn't break a bone or a broken arm or leg in a car accident, which is simply lucky. But at the same time, it is also a little strange that in general, a person with a concussion may have a loss of consciousness for no more than half an hour, but he is fine, and after the intracranial hematoma is removed, he is directly unconscious for seven days, causing many people to think that he will die soon.

In the middle of the night, Cristiano and Jorge were late. Cristiano was nothing, but Jorge was drunk and looked sober when he was outside the door, but when he entered, he was paralyzed - he had the most to socialize, and at the same time, he had the most things to do.

After helping his little teammates hold on to his agent, Juan sighed silently.

They're all too weak and need to get stronger. Now is not the time for storms and sorrows, they all need to work harder.

Putting Jorge, who was already a little delirious, on the couch, the two of them looked at each other. "Jorge will leave it to me, you go wash up first." Juan nodded at Cristiano, he had to go to training tomorrow, now is the time to rest more, and the Portuguese youngster obviously knows this, so he just hesitated for a moment and nodded back to his room.

Juan found a wet towel to help Jorge wipe his face, he has a bit of a cleanliness fetish, so he didn't have a towel or anything like that, Jorge looked up at him with a slow reaction, and then laughed.

"Juan...... Juan, you know, it's the first time I've done this big business, and I think my career has finally picked up a little bit, and apart from you, Cristiano is the most successful player I've ever pitched. ”

"Cristiano will have a longer development." Juan whispered, pulling out a wet towel and placing it on his hand.

"I know, I know he's going to make it...... But Juan, I'm still very unwilling, especially, very unwilling. Jorge wiped his face with the wipes in his hand, then put it on his eyes, unable to see anything.

"One day, I'll ask Real Madrid to pay it back."

Juan's eyes widened in surprise, and then he couldn't help but smile.

Some people cry out for him, some people firmly believe that he will definitely come out of the shadows, and some people remember him in their distant homes, what else is there to be afraid of?

Jorge was going back to the hotel after a two-hour rest at his place, after all, he had to continue to deal with the Manchester United officials tomorrow, and it would be very informal for him not to change his tie, Juan sent him off and returned to his room, stroking the cover of the book and taking a deep breath.

"Alright, it's time to start a new life." He muttered to himself and opened the book.

At seven o'clock the next morning, Juan knocked on the door of another room, and the child who opened the door pursed his lips, obviously tidying up, Juan couldn't help but smile and pat his head - he didn't dare to rub it, after all, I don't know what time this kid got up and started to mess with his hair, it looks like the hairspray is very thick, he didn't bring wet wipes......

"Let's go." Juan smiled at him briefly and walked out first.

Because they live in the academy area, they can walk a few steps to the training area, and when they arrived, there was still no one on the field, Hu Wei sighed pretentiously, and said to the little teammates with shiny eyes next to him: "Okay, it seems that it was the right decision for me to bring a pair of sneakers." ”

Cristiano cheered, pulled Juan and rushed into the dressing room, and the two put things together to change - Juan brought his own training clothes, white, very similar to Manchester United's training clothes this season, he helped Cristiano stretch and warm up, and practiced after taking the ball.

By the way, it was Cristiano over Juan. This is not the first time he has faced his own captain, in fact, in the national team the two of them often train together like this, but Cristiano basically did not get any benefit from his own captain.

Juan played as a central midfielder, and since '94 he has been learning from Real Madrid's best midfielder at the time, and it has been at least a decade since then, along with Raul, who chose two different paths.

If Raul learned the spirit and bearing of the man, he learned technique and feeling. As a player in the same position, Juan obviously has more to learn than Raul, who was born as a striker, and even when it comes to physical confrontations, the skinny-looking Juan can eat both Raul and Guti raw, and even sometimes he can be called up twice when the first team is understaffed.

It was only then that the "superstar policy" was launched, and with the exception of Raul, Guti and Casillas, who had already established themselves in the first team, Bosque transferred almost all the Castilla players back, including Juan, who had just played twice.

After being cleanly cut off again, Cristiano wiped the sweat from his head with some chagrin: "Go on!" In comparison, Juan's training clothes were still dry, and there was no smile on his face at this time, frowning and thinking for a while, he pointed to his feet: "The left foot is a little slower, try to increase the speed." ”

"I'm not very slow anymore." Cristiano was a little unconvinced, his speed and skill could be said to be proud, but he couldn't make a little difference in front of the squad leader anyway, which made him very frustrated.

"You need to speed up the pace and the gap between your feet is too big, so I can break the ball easily." Juan said a few words, raised his chin and motioned for Cristiano to continue attacking, the boy nodded, looked at it intently, slowly approached with the ball, and then suddenly accelerated!

It was still a matter of a moment, Cristiano only felt a flower in front of him, a light foot, he staggered two steps and hurriedly turned back, and the ball was already lying quietly at the opponent's feet.

"Again." Juan tilted his head and retracted his foot after a moment's pause, "Good morning, sir." ”

Cristiano was stunned, and when he looked back, Ferguson was walking here with Queiroz, and he didn't know how long he had been watching, and Juan quietly stepped aside when he saw the lord coming, ready to be a competent translator.

"How's it feeling, young man?" Ferguson patted Cristiano on the shoulder affectionately, and this time the young man understood, nodded sullenly, and tried to express his thoughts in English: "It's nice here, it's comfortable, I'm at ease." ”

"Okay, the league will start in two days, and I'm looking forward to your performance." The lord patted him on the shoulder with relief, then turned to Juan. "As for you, Dias......"

"Sorry to interrupt your training." Juan bowed his head and apologized, he had already seen the Manchester United players peeking in the players' tunnel not far away, and it was clear that it was training time. But since it's already time to train, why can't you come back yet?

Juan was still puzzled in his heart, and he heard his little teammate explain anxiously: "I'm sorry coach, it's because I have to drag Juan to accompany me that's why I ......" Hearing that he was so anxious that he even spoke Portuguese, Juan silently glanced at Queiroz, and both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

This little broken child, what's there to worry about? I can't even say it clearly.

"It's okay, there's still two minutes left in the training session." Ferguson waved his hand, "Everybody come and train!" Queiroz, leave it to you, little cubs, I have something to say to Mr. Dias. ”

Manchester United's first team came out of the tunnel in twos and threes, chatting with each other and paying a lot of attention to them, they knew about Cristiano, they also saw yesterday's appearance in the newspapers this morning, but they were more curious about who the blonde guy was than the new seven.

"Eh, why don't we ask the new kid?" Scholes elbowed Rio Ferdinand, and the United defender thought for a moment and frowned. "I think that kid is a little familiar......"

"I think too!" Giggs responded, "Especially the way he plays, it feels like somebody! ”

"Just ask the newcomer!"

Cristiano was nervously staring at the backs of the Lord and Juan, but the shoulder was tapped and the Portuguese youngster turned back in shock, in front of several faces that would later affect almost his entire Manchester United career.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Juan was already ready to be scolded after being called aside by Ferguson, who knew that Ferguson frowned and asked him seriously: "How is your physical level now, can you play football?" ”

Judging from Juan's performance on the pitch just now, he still maintains a high level of competition, and in his opinion, he will definitely not be worse than Real Madrid's Pavon! The lord also knows a little bit about Real Madrid, the future door god is important, isn't the defense general important? Especially since they just forced out Makelele this year......

And Juan can leave, why would he choose the most drastic retirement?

Juan sighed: "I can play and play, but because of brain problems, the doctor advised me not to play high-intensity games for a while. ”

Ferguson nodded: "I don't know and don't care why you chose such a path, I hope you can do it yourself." Juan nodded and just wanted to run away to change clothes, but was slapped back by the lord: "Where to run, go up!" ”

Juan rubbed his hair and ran slowly in the direction of Queiroz, only to find that everyone was looking at him, consciously or unconsciously, Juan calmly warmed up a few times, and then stood quietly on the edge, not saying anything. Ferguson followed, coughing lightly. "Let me introduce you to you, this is our translator for Manchester United."

"Huh??" Everyone was dumbfounded, and Giggs even directly stretched out his hand and pointed at him, "He's a translator's level of kicking?!" ”

They all looked at it just now, it was more than enough to play in the first team at this level, and Manchester United just needed a defender like him who was very good at interception and dribbling, and now the lord said that he was a translator?

Is Manchester United so extravagant?!

The lord just looked at him, and the tumultuous team immediately quieted down, and he continued: "Juan, introduce yourself to everyone. ”

"I'm Juan Dias," Juan began, his voice soft and hoarse, with an icy texture, "Spanish, Portuguese and English are my domains, so please take care of them." ”

"Juan will be in charge of interpreting for Manchester United in the future, and he will also be my third assistant coach." After Ferguson said this, everyone's commotion couldn't be suppressed, and he had to stretch out his hand and press down to signal everyone to be quiet, "This is my personal decision." Alright, let's get training! ”

Juan followed behind Queiroz and Ferguson and observed everyone's situation, he didn't know what the person in front of him thought, he only knew what he should do now-

He needs to absorb and enrich his knowledge, like a sponge.

"Juan, don't you really want to play again?"

Juan was stunned and couldn't help but laugh. "I thought you would have asked a question like that half a season ago."

"I wanted to ask for a long time, but when you first arrived, anyone could tell that you were frustrated with football." The lord beckoned to him, motioning for him not to stand still and sit down closer to him, "I'm afraid that mentioning anything casually at that time will really make you break down because of it." 166 Reading Network