Juan really didn't feel like he had anything to do with Cassie, even though it was the car he drove. But it was the two of them who spoke together at the time, and it was half and half if they wanted to talk about responsibility, but Cassie was more lucky, he was more evil, and concussions were actually not a rare situation in football, especially when defending, but he was more strict this time.

The kind that is equivalent to 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 I 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 Raul pushed his door open first that day - not the kind that followed Guti and Cassie behind him.

"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 he could see that the expression on his face was very bad, "But Igor's performance in the game is still very unstable." ”

"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.

- Obviously, someone was putting pressure on him.

Raul didn't speak, he hadn't even learned how to face a qiē with a smile, and the room was silent 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 - just have something to do with football, but just don't let him appear where Casillas can 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 own life. 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 fuss about it in various ways, but he underestimated the madness of the British media, especially the number seven, Manchester United's number seven, how powerful the magic is.

Fortunately, he has a very strong execution ability, so he subconsciously protected his little star - in the case of Juan's retirement, this person is already his biggest card at present, and he must protect it well.

To his surprise, the lord came to the airport to pick up the person in person, and he was obviously very interested in Cristiano, although the Portuguese teenager was staring at him because of nervousness, looking very cramped.

"It's okay Cristiano, this will be your home in the future, I will arrange a qiē for you, don't worry about staying here." Ferguson smiled and turned around and patted the boy on the shoulder very hard, indicating that everything was handed over to him, but he only got a slightly dazed face.

…… Two or more, perhaps?

Looking at Jorge Mendes, who was also a little dazed, Ferguson pushed his glasses helplessly.

"Mr. Ferguson is saying that he will arrange a game for you in Manchester, and you can play football with peace of mind." As soon as the man's voice appeared, the two Portuguese were stunned, and then when the person in the passenger seat smiled and turned his head, the expressions of the two men instantly changed to ecstasy.

"Juan!"

It was Juan, who was dressed very well

"Let's go, then." The lord smiled, "I can't wait to see your watch." ”

The two Portuguese looked at the co-pilot in unison, but Juan didn't look back.

"You behave well, otherwise the lord will tear you apart."

QAQ？！

The gentleman's accent has a strong hometown style, and even many people who have spoken English all their lives sometimes can't understand what the lord says, but Juan seems to have such a magical power, no matter how fast the lord uses the tone to keep up with the rhythm quickly - the most perfect thing is that he is of mixed Portuguese and Spanish descent, and Portuguese and Cristiano have no problem communicating at all.

…… Of course, this also has the consequence that he can translate casually. Juan is not as pure as he seems on the surface, his heart is wilted, and the entire La Liga youth academy has been tricked by him, all because of his cold and delicate face, strict and restrained.

While the two adults were talking, Cristiano quietly leaned half of his body forward and shouted in a small voice, "Captain, is what you just said true?" ”

Juan couldn't help but look back at the little boy and made sure that he was indeed just unintentional before sighing: "Of course it's true, so you have to behave well...... Also, I'm not the captain of the Under-21s anymore. ”

"Huh?" Cristiano was taken aback, he was originally a clingy old child, and now he finally met someone he could rely on in a foreign country, who knew that when he heard such news, his heart that had just let go of it was brought up again. "Are you going to mention the first team? Soon...... I don't know when I'll be promoted. ”

Obviously, the boy has fallen into infinite amazement, Juan couldn't help but look at him a lot: this little broken child is the superstar of Portugal in the future, the top card of Real Madrid, the king of the Bernabeu - how many times can he win the Golden Ball?

Looking at it now, it's just a fool who is dizzy because of the transfer and doesn't even know that his own captain has retired!

Juan didn't say anything, just nodded, then closed his eyes and recuperated, without any intention of continuing to speak, Cristiano opened his mouth and looked at him several times, but finally did not continue to speak.

When it's rare for the captain not to play pranks, let's let him go quietly......

When he arrived at the Carrington base, Juan got out of the car and went back to the dormitory for special reasons, after all, he was not suitable to steal the limelight of his little teammates at the press conference, so he was going to go back to his room to continue reading the unfinished book after walking around the base.

But when he slipped to the gate of the base, he knew he was wrong.

Quiet reading? To hell with it - why is Igor Casillas here? It stands to reason that Real Madrid should still be in training at this time, right? And he was now standing in front of Carrington's gate, chatting with the doorman, his chocolate-colored hair was blown by the wind, and it was honestly by this distinctive fur that he recognized Cassie at a glance.

"Look, who do we see?" Juan smiled lazily, and finally decided to watch less of the excitement, so he stepped forward, put his hand on the person's shoulder, nodded at the porter in front of him, and pulled the person away, "It's all here, let's go have a drink together." ”

said that he was going to have a drink, Juan just took him to the Red Devils café in Old Trafford and ordered a glass of water, and he was helpless in the face of the person in front of him who had been silent when he saw him. "What are you thinking?"

Cassie remained damn silent, and Juan took a deep breath.

"You shouldn't be here."

Not at all! The distance from Madrid to Manchester is not far, but it is not very close, and he must have hung up the phone so quickly to book a plane ticket, and then ran over without packing his things.

-- Even the training session was skipped. It wasn't a funny thing, so Juan's eyes became stern for a moment.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're already the main goalkeeper of the first team, shouldn't you still do such a wayward thing?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine and safe now, there's no shadow on my mental health, so you don't have to be so nervous, I'm already an adult and I'll take good care of myself."

"Or do you think I'm going to be bullied out there?"

"I didn't leave because of you, I promise."

No matter what he said, the person in front of him lowered his head and didn't say anything, and Juan was a little helpless.

Yes, in the past, the two of them could still quarrel with each other, and a car accident passed, but this guy seemed to have been hit by a car in the brain. "Say something, Igor, you're worrying me like this."

"I don't know what to say, it's just ......" Casillas took a deep breath and looked up with a serious look in his eyes, "I'll take care of it." ”

"No, it's my personal decision to retire, and it really has nothing to do with you." Juan put down the cup of water he was drinking, he was really a little thirsty after saying so much. "Don't talk like you're making a little girl's belly bigger, things aren't so strict. You'd better guard the door of the Bernabeu, and honestly, in my opinion, Real Madrid loses a lot more than a qiē. ”

Cassie carefully examined his expression and nodded heavily after making sure that the emotion was not fake: "I'll keep the goal well, then will you come back?" ”

Juan was stunned for a moment, then smiled before he realized it.

"Of course, it's my home."