Seeing Juan confronting Keane on the court, Ferguson was a little worried, after all, he knew the temper of his beloved, and he was ready to go up to persuade him, but Queiroz beside him had already reached out and grabbed him: "Queiroz? ”

"Trust him, sir." Queiroz shook his head, a smile on his face, "You haven't seen him teach people, it's exactly like Redondo." ”

"It's the way you play." Ferguson sighed again, this kind of skill is really rare, but this kid is retired, why can't he think about it like this? "And I'm witnessing now, too?"

Juan naturally didn't know that the onlookers had already discussed the situation here, in fact, he really didn't have any idea about getting past Keane, after all, who did he do in Spain before?

Zinedine Zidane, Ronaldo, Figo, Raul, Casillas, Beckham, Owen, the seven superstars of the world, the galaxy battleship that shines at the Bernabeu! Whether it is offensive and defensive transformation or passing, he is trained according to the world's top level, of course, this does not mean that Keane's own competitive level is not high, it is just that the skills used by the two are different.

"It's good to keep your eyes on a player like Cristiano, who is both speedy, dexterous and technical, but if you can't deter the opponent, you can't stare at it for a long time, and it's easy to see flaws."

Juan said, tapping the ball at his feet, and the ball bounced up and landed on his hand like a mischievous elf, "Shifting the center of gravity a little to the right, and at the same time the left leg retreating half a step back when defending, will give you more room to maneuver, whether you are moving forward or retreating, you can be more calm." ”

He bowed his head at Keane and threw the ball in front of him, Keane lowered and shifted his center of gravity as he said, and at the same time stepped back, almost at the same time, Juan had brought the ball in front of him, and for a moment Keane could barely hide the look of surprise on his face - although it had been passed this time, it was clear that the United captain had fallen into deep thought.

"How does it feel?" Juan asked, and the United guard came back to his senses and nodded at him: "It's just a little tweaked, and the movements are indeed smoother and more convenient." ”

"Every muscle can be used to the fullest." The dark-blonde assistant nodded, his ice-blue eyes showing signs of melting, and when he turned to face the others, nothing seemed to change. "Come on."

It took more than half an hour for Juan to sort out each of the first-team players in a way of words and deeds, and calmly put forward several people's shortcomings in the way of playing, technical mistakes and some problems in the training, and everyone listened very carefully with their heads bowed in a circle.

“…… Is there anything else you would like to add? Juan suddenly asked, and everyone turned their heads in surprise to find the lord standing outside their circle looking at them with a smile on his face. Nothing, you're doing well. ”

Juan nodded and said nothing, took the training uniform handed by Queiroz and put it on, he didn't feel anything wrong, after putting on the training uniform and taking the tactical board, he was the little assistant who studied eagerly behind the manager.

Since that day, Manchester United has been dissatisfied with him, although he has not risen to the height of a knight, but overall there will be no contempt for him, which makes Juan have a special position in the team.

How "special" is this status?

After the day's training, he and Cristiano returned to the youth dormitory, and when they were about to wash, they heard their young teammates ask vaguely: "......"

"What?" Juan turned around, and Cristiano spat out the water in his mouth: "Captain, how are you feeling now?" ”

"It's calm." He was a little baffled, why did he suddenly ask this question?

"Are you still adapting to the environment?"

"Not bad."

"Are you nervous today?"

Oh, here's the point. Juan said: "It won't be more nervous than talking to the captain." ”

"What do you think of these guys at Manchester United?" Juan tilted his head in thought.

"It's very good and professional, you have to learn more from others." The tone is exactly the same as that of the parents, and Cristiano's face is bitter. "And, there'......"

Seeing that his little teammate looked like he was meditating, Juan rubbed his head with a little crying and laughing, and the words that came out of his mouth made the Portuguese teenager tremble directly: "Who told you to ask?" ”

"I, it's just that they're a little curious, so they ......"

"Who are they?"

"Ferdinand, Scholes, Giggs, Neville......" Cristiano, who was frightened by his own team leader, generally reported a list of names with a smooth mouth, and Juan, who was not good at hearing the whole person, had no choice but to stop.

"Okay, if there is anything you want to ask, hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"Huh?" Cristiano blinked, although he didn't know what the team leader was going to do later, but now that he had received approval, he unceremoniously pulled out a note from his pants pocket and was about to start asking, not noticing that the team leader's eyes had changed when he looked at him.

"Scholes wants to ask how you got the ball sense, Ryan Giggs wants to ask if you can practice with him twice tomorrow, Ferdinand wants to play again......

Cristiano suddenly heard someone's mobile phone ringing, he subconsciously touched his pants pocket, the mobile phone stayed there quietly, looked up and found that Juan took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, and then took the note from his hand: "I will answer the questions one by one, go wash and rest." ”

"Good ......" Cristiano nodded obediently and watched him go back to his room. Once back in the room, Juan sighed and picked up the phone.

"José?"

"Yo," the young man on the phone laughed, "you know it's me?" Last time we didn't say anything, you hung up the phone and said, did you whisper to Igor?! ”

"No," Juan couldn't help but laugh, "why do I have anything to talk about with him?" ”

"Really?" Guti raised his voice with a grin, and glanced at the people around him who were silently and anxiously urging him, "Then why didn't you tell me and Raul about your retirement?" ”

"I didn't tell Igor either," Juan was very helpless, his little friend could still smile at this time, which indirectly showed that there must be someone staring at the phone next to him, and that person is very likely to be Cassie, "And I just retired from the club, and I haven't retired from the national team yet." ”

“…… What? Guti couldn't laugh anymore, "You quit the club, didn't you quit the national team?" What's the situation? ”

"It's nothing," Juan said lightly, pouring himself a glass of water, "Simply put, I'm still playing, but I'm not playing for any club at the moment, that's it." ”

"Hey, that's too arrogant, isn't it?" Guti muttered, he looked at Igor and Raul beside him, and noticed that their expressions were also very dull - after all, he had never heard of such a situation, and the average player needs to maintain his level of competition in the high-intensity competition of the club, is it really okay for him to do so?

'I'm not in the mood to play for other clubs at the moment, so I'll talk about the way forward. He finally couldn't help but say this, and then immediately said quickly, "That's it for today, hang up." ”

"Wait!" Guti spoke faster than him, and Juan raised his eyebrows in desperation, "What's the matter?" ”

"Igor wants to talk to you!"

――But the voice on the other end of the phone doesn't sound like that, right?

Juan waited patiently for two minutes until Ai's voice came, "Juan? ”

"...... take a deep breath," Igor Casillas. ”

"Here!"

"Recover until you call next time, otherwise don't call me again." After saying that, Juan simply hung up the phone, played with the phone for a while, and then went to continue studying for the thick exam certificate. Friends who have played together since childhood, how can he really let Casillas be immersed in guilt for him all the time? That way their friendship won't last.

When he got up to train the next day, Juan was facing the resentful eyes of his teammates, and suddenly remembered that Juan, who had forgotten to give him an answer, patted his head with some weakness: "Let's go, go for breakfast." ”

Usually United's first team would have breakfast at home, and Juan and Cristiano, who were conveniently located, started their training early, and Juan did his best to answer those questions - how did he not know that these people at Manchester United had such a strong curiosity?

Juan certainly doesn't know why, but it's a good thing that United's bigwigs haven't stayed on the sidelines.

In the same thirst for knowledge in different directions between Juan and the Manchester United players, the 03-04 Premier League season began, Juan sat on the bench with other team crests for the first time, and it was also the first time to experience the cheers from other home stadiums, which made him in a trance, in order to divert his attention, he looked back at the bench and found that his young teammates were sitting on the bench with a nervous face, looking like they were about to cry.

"Cristiano."

The Portuguese youngster, who was staring at the pitch closely, heard someone calling him next to him, and subconsciously raised his head, and a finger poked straight into his eyebrows.

Juan looked down at his little teammate who shrunk his head because of the pain, and couldn't help but soften his expression.

"Don't be nervous, take it easy." After a pause, with the grateful looks of his little teammates, he continued: "If the table is not good, we will come back for special training. ”

QAQ？

Now Cristiano wanted to cry even more, not because he was nervous, but because he thought of the inhumane special training.

No matter what, if you can't pass people with the ball again and again, there will be a shadow in his heart?

With trepidation over special training, Cristiano was replaced by the Lord, but fortunately his debut at Manchester United was a great success, with the whole Old Trafford cheering and applauding for him, and his young teammates working even more conscientiously for it, and being pulled on the jersey and jumping forward desperately a few steps, Juan shook his head and smiled.

At the end of the game, Manchester United made his season debut 4-0, and when he left the game, his little team-mate looked at him with sparkling eyes, which provoked him to poke the little guy's eyebrows again: "Well done, lad." ”