In the next few days, Juan followed the Lord and Queiroz very seriously to learn how to be a manager, and when there was nothing to do, he would use his very calm eyes to look at the players training on the field, and for a long time to be stared at by that kind of hairy gaze, Manchester United's first-team players felt uncomfortable up and down.

"Eh, Cristiano," Ferdinand whispered as he glanced past his little teammate and bowed his head that day, "you are familiar with Assistant Coach Dias, can you talk about it, so that he doesn't look at us like that all the time?" ”

Cristiano opened his mouth and couldn't help but look back in the direction of his squad leader, but only saw his cold eyes, the Portuguese teenager trembled, and immediately turned his head back and said very firmly: "No! ”

Seeing Ferdinand's disappointed look, Cristiano was embarrassed to say that he just didn't dare to go, so he said a few more words: "Well, he was just watching us, he used to be in the national team, but he soon pointed out the shortcomings of playing for the whole team, including the seniors in the first team......"

"Seniors in 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."

When Juan actually walked in the direction of their table, there was a noticeable commotion from the players, 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 on his plate—he was late, and Juan was the last one to take.

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 at once, and he had been curious all morning since Ferdinand had 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 the captain of his family, 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.

It was the first time he had shown off his skills in front of United's big brothers, but he was not a little proud in his heart, but he was very nervous - because the person standing in front of him still looked as 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 ball breaking on the British Peninsula is basically by tackle, this kind of elegant and light with decisive footwork 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. Someone who accelerated almost instantaneously swept through his side like lightning, Roy Keane, a competent defensive midfielder and one of the founders of Manchester United's treble victory, was naturally not slow, but Juan was almost a deft 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."