Chapter 34

It was a silent war.

Two lonely princes are engaged in a duel in a gladiatorial arena far from their homeland.

The audience cheered and cheered around them, thinking that they were just down-and-out swordsmen.

Only they themselves know.

It has nothing to do with life and death, nothing to do with honor, nothing to do with victory or defeat.

-- There is only inheritance.

Scolari held his breath as the man turned around and casually brushed his hair back with his fingers.

It's Redondo, and he's the only one who has such a unique footwork.

Scolari was impressed with the man, even after two years of silence in Italy. What's more, even after two years of injury, he still didn't break him, and his appearance when he came back made everyone marvel and tremble.

Redondo has his own aura, and when he stands on the court, his eyes are as calm as water, and the people with the ball at his feet will unconsciously feel weak when they see his eyes.

"The movement is okay, but the feet are a little slow." Redondo bowed his head and returned the ball to Juan again with a knock of his left foot, Juan stepped on the ball and looked at the man, who gently bowed his head.

Juan took a deep breath and got up again!

"What ...... the two of them" Scolari couldn't figure out what the two men were thinking, "one-on-one, can't you see it?" Guti replied grinningly, stretching and narrowing his eyes to hide his envy.

Once upon a time, he also dreamed of training one-on-one with Redondo, even going so far as to switch to the same position for it. That's a waste of his shooting talent, and he knows it. And at the time, Juan was doing much better than he did.

"It's not...... How did the two of them start one-on-one? Scolari didn't understand, as far as his investigation was concerned, wasn't the relationship between Juan and Redondo okay, and why it suddenly became such an antagonistic gesture.

"Can't see it?" Guti suddenly had some doubts, did Scolari eat something and became stupid in an instant, didn't he hear that he liked to study the formation the most, and his brain was very flexible? 'That's how they used to train at Real Madrid and today Fernando came to check on his progress.'

Scolari heard that Redondo would bring new players with him when he was at Real Madrid, but he thought that Raul was already the limit of the Argentine's patience: "In this way, Juan's technique seems to be a bit similar. ”

"Isn't it like that?" Guti muttered, "He has been practicing with Michel Gonzalez since he was a child, and his first teacher was Redondo, these nobles ......" Although his tone was very disdainful, Guti did not cast the slightest angry look at the people on the court, and he was full of concentration.

Scolari patted him on the shoulder, they also knew about Guti's most crazy years of chasing stars, but fortunately, he had come out of that time.

Juan still failed to succeed this time, face-to-face, hard-to-face, one-on-one, Redondo is almost impossible to lose, and his skills have stood on the top of the whole world.

Juan stared at Redondo tightly, his eyes reflecting a cold streamer in the light, he was so engrossed that all his senses were on the person in front of him, not even knowing when Scolari arrived.

Redondo wasn't as fully engaged as he was, he could sense someone coming, but he wasn't distracted, and he didn't shift his attention even the slightest bit in that direction.

He knew that the man in front of him was staring at him closely, waiting only to discover a tiny, untraceable difference in his own and turn it to his advantage.

Juan's way of playing, Redondo is the most clear, and this way of playing is basically the result of what he brought out - using his brain more than his body. Juan's cultivation is very good, which may have something to do with his family, but this does not mean that he is a good-natured person.

Once there is a collision on the court, maybe the first reaction of the others is to continue to push, and the scene becomes more chaotic, Redondo is more adept at unilateral suppression, and Juan?

Because of his age, his body has not developed enough to suppress sentient beings, and according to Redondo's observations, he is better at spotting mistakes and hitting the nail on the head. On the pitch, Juan was as calm as a spectator, without any passion for football, if he had to say anything.

But Redondo knows it's not that he doesn't love football. Juan has rarely expressed his feelings anymore, and since he met him, the few times he has been about football and the people involved in football have touched his heartstrings.

It is because of Juan's calmness that he has become accustomed to using his brain to run his work on the pitch, whether it is the route of the pass, the weakness of the person who is passing or the obstacles that may be in front of him, all of which are recorded by his brain in detail and fed back into the game.

Originally, this style of play should be very provocative, and even Redondo was relieved to think that this was his heir.

Until a car accident.

He hadn't heard from Juan for so long, and it wasn't until there seemed to be news from the British Isles about a young man from Castile who had retired from Castile that he learned of Juan's condition again.

But he couldn't help Juan now.

After ending his contract with AC Milan, he didn't know where he was going, but fortunately, Juan had his own ideas and persistence, and he came out of the biggest blow and found his own way to continue going.

"I'm in a bit of a hurry." I don't know how many times, Redondo broke the ball from under his feet, and his voice was very calm, "Don't rush, take your time." ”

"Okay." Juan wiped his sweat and replied succinctly.

He's not in a hurry, in the face of a back like Redondo, his head has to be kept in a high state of tension all the time, this is not against a team, the football game is a game of 22 people running around on the field to compete for a ball, relatively speaking, no matter how tacit the cooperation is, the 11 people on the opposite side will not be used as one person.

In other words, when it comes to the game, there are many more gaps that can be grasped than now, and if you just face one person, the pressure will be greater than you think.

So even if Raul passed Redondo in 02 and successfully shot the goal, the media only said "Redondo personally crowned Raul with the crown of the prince", instead of saying "Raul's Redondo, the old king is dead, and the new king is standing", and the game is not only on his own, especially in the gap between teammates on both sides.

Especially Redondo.

Juan hasn't played against him for four years, and although he used to play against Makelele when he was his partner at Real Madrid, Redondo is more aggressive than Makelele's pure defensive position.

Although Makelle is more impermeable, in terms of psychological pressure, Redondo is more dangerous. Juan's own aggressiveness was all hidden by his breezy expression, and when faced with Redondo, he had nothing to hide.

The kind of nervousness and concentration in front of one's own teacher is something that others don't understand.

But no matter how nervous Juan is, no one else can see it, as far as Scolari is concerned, there are two expressionless people on the court looking at each other, standing there like two wooden stakes, and then it may be just a blink of an eye, brushing the ground, and a round is over.

Scolari couldn't help but want to take out a small notebook to record it, Guti glanced at it: "It's better for you not to remember, you can't keep up anyway." ”

Indeed, when the two of them moved in an instant, he could barely see the situation under his feet, but Scolari was still unwilling, he hoped to record more information about Juan, after all, there were still several games in the future, and Juan would always have a chance to play!

"You're not going to study him, are you?" Guti saw that Scolari was still going to write something down in the notebook, and sighed, "You give up, Dad has taken him since he was a child and hasn't studied any of his routines thoroughly, those two people don't rely on physical or habitual play, haven't you noticed that the two of them haven't developed any small movements of kicking football at all?" ”

Scolari thought about it, indeed, whether it was Juan or Redondo, both of them were very simple and efficient when they played, choosing the avoidance and steals that best suited the situation at the time, almost like a computer, and what habits they had when playing like other players seemed to be really invisible to the two of them.

"At least, I can see Juan's power point." Scolari couldn't help but say, after all, Juan's power point is too special, as far as the players are concerned, they are basically thighs, of course, there are also those who start from the knees, such as Robert Carlos, the heavy gunner, at least in terms of Scolari's experience over the years, he is also the first time he has seen someone start to force from the crotch.

"And then?" Guti glanced at him lazily, "To be honest with you, I have also learned the habit of exerting force from the crotch, and I am not used to it, but if you start to exert force from the top, at least the damage on the two legs will be a lot less, mainly our thighs from elementary school, so we basically can't change it." ”

Juan was once again standing opposite Redondo.

Redondo is not the kind of player who will fall to the ground and put a tackle, and neither is Juan, but for now, Juan has been brought to the ground many times by Redondo's movements, and his training uniform has some dirt and grass colors, but his eyes are shining, and he looks like a 21-year-old at this time.

Passionate, persistent, youthful...... Don't give up!

Juan sped up again, and under everyone's gaze, he almost immediately killed Redondo, this time at a speed like thunder, as if he had discovered some of Redondo's weaknesses, and Scolari couldn't help but lean forward.

However, this time it failed.

Scolari fell back into his chair and sighed, but soon he noticed that there were people around him who were sighing with him—not Guti, for he also looked back in surprise.

I don't know when a bunch of people came, all members of the Portuguese team, they stood far away and watched the situation on the field, as if they were afraid of disturbing them, Scolari swept over, and almost everyone was there.

"What's going on?" Scolari raised an eyebrow, and the second assistant coach ran over and whispered, "...... the afternoon training?" ”

Afternoon? Guti and Scolari were stunned, when they were looking at the two of them, they were still chatting with each other, Guti, who was not going to pay attention to Scolari, was opened to the conversation, but both of them almost lost track of time and looked at their watches.

"It's been almost three hours?" The two of them looked at each other, and finally Scolari thought for a moment: "This afternoon's training is suspended, and there is a rare opportunity to learn, so let's take a look." ”

Redondo is definitely the world's No. 1 midfielder, no one can argue with it, so even if it is a normal thing to watch here, they also know very well that they have not spent much time on the pitch to see him.

"Actually......" Rui Costa began, his expression complicated. At present, there are four people in the world who can be called elegant in the style of play, he is counted as one, and the person on the field is also one. It's just that compared to him and the other two, only Redondo is a defensive player.

"As far as the defenders are concerned, Redondo is already very aggressive, not about the impact on the goal, but on the pressure of the opponent's entire team." He sighed and continued, "I'd love to be with him for once, too, but I'm self-aware...... If Zidane can't break through, I certainly don't want to break through. ”

The two of them continued, Juan fell and got up again and again, Redondo still stood there, silent as the coldest mountain, but both of them knew how hot and passionate it was buried underneath.

"I can't imagine anything else I'd do other than play." Redondo suddenly spoke, and Juan was stunned and smiled: "I can't imagine it either." ”

Redondo is a man who was born for football.

"Come on." Redondo hooked the corners of his mouth at him, and his expression became calm again, and now the two of them can be regarded as half a catty and eight taels.

One hurt the brain, the other hurt the leg, although they seem to be almost cured, but the hidden dangers are still there, and they have stayed there and don't know when they will recur again.

Raul has learned Redondo's fur and is now being moved to a position he is not familiar with, and Raul's watch has been bleak this season. And Juan, another of his proud disciples, is about to retire, earlier than his time, which has to be said to be a kind of irony.

Still, they were willing to put their blood and sweat on the pitch and run all over the pitch for the sake of the elf, and that was the best scene he could think of right now.

"I'm really......" Cristiano looked at the field and then turned a strange gaze to Rui Costa, "how do you say you're on par with that guy?" ”

His dream is Real Madrid, and he has naturally watched a lot of Real Madrid games, and he knows a lot about Redondo, so the more he watches, the more he doubts.

Is his midfield really that good? "Stinky boy, don't underestimate me." Rui Costa blushed and scolded directly, he is about to quit the national team and focus on the league, first of all, he can't take care of both sides when he is old, and the other point is that he doesn't have a penny salary or a subsidy to play in the national team, and he will be scolded if he doesn't play well.

The older he gets, and even later in his career, he will be able to see Yiqiē more clearly, so he would rather quit the national team and continue to work hard in the league, after all, he is indeed old enough to leave the national team, isn't he?

However, he didn't expect his little teammates to mock him like this! If you don't show some real skills in the next game, you will really be looked down upon!

Juan and Redondo didn't know what was going on on the sidelines, they were still just looking at each other, Juan's head felt like it was about to explode, but he still stared at the man tightly and didn't dare to relax at all.

Just like Redondo, Juan also knows very well that if he makes a little rash move, the ball at his feet will be cut off by the opposite side, and he will not drag the mud and water.

Scolari had already written down a lot of things in his notebook, Guti was very curious to look at it, and when he found that it was in Portuguese, he could only mumble two sentences boringly and retract his head, but Cristiano was not afraid of his own coach at all, and went directly to take a look.

"Coach, when are you going to let Juan play?" The Portuguese teenager was curious, and his finger clicked directly on one of the sentences, "This page is written about various times, why am I a little confused?" ”

Facing the disdainful gaze of Guti next door, Scolari coughed awkwardly: "I'm going to let Juan play against Spain...... Although I would love to say that I will take him with me against Russia, but looking at Juan's situation today, I guess I will have to stand on the sidelines of the court and watch it at that time. ”

Indeed, no matter who found Juan's face had begun to turn pale, cold sweat slid down his forehead, and his lips were even more pale to the point of worry, but he pursed his lips tightly, not wavering at all, and he didn't even care about the sweat on his head.

At this moment, Juan's eyes were already a little blurry.

In the face of a strong opponent, he used all his energy, preferring to overdraft himself to continue playing, and he and Redondo both knew that this might be the last time the two of them would have such a fierce confrontation on the court.

He took a deep breath, and Redondo narrowed his eyes and moved instantly.

He had already stolen the ball from Juan's feet many times with his speed, and seeing that this time it was about to succeed, Redondo stopped.

Juan was behind him and neither of them had the ball at their feet.

The sound of the ball falling on the grass, the net shook slightly, and it was from above that the ball bounced off it, gently and delicately rolling to the side.

When is the shot?

Everyone was stunned, only Guti, Figo, Rui Costa and Cristiano were in the audience. Their dynamic vision is a bit stronger than the others, and in terms of their visual capture, Juan touches the ball on the outside of his foot in high-speed motion, but in a fraction of a second, that foot holds the ball inside.

He lightly buckled, almost brushed Redondo with the ball, and the next second was to swing his feet without stopping and shoot hard!

The arena was silent, and a silent duel belonging to a master swordsman came to an end quietly.

Redondo turned his head and smiled.

"Raul graduated, and so did you, and that's good."

Juan also turned back and smiled at him, the smile on his face was very peaceful and quiet, with the cleanliness and purity of a teenager.

In the next second, he fell.

"Juan!" "Juan!"

Redondo was so close that he caught him before everyone else and didn't let him hit the ground directly, just as Scolari arrived, he squinted his eyes directly at the Brazilian coach.

"What's going on? I need an explanation. ”

Scolari was about to cry, how could he explain it, obviously it was the uncle that Juan fainted after you played football with him, why do you blame him?

In this regard, Cristiano, who was already very experienced at Manchester United, squeezed into the innermost, he looked at Juan's face very situationally, and he was very determined: "I'm tired and dizzy." ”

"......" Everyone looked at him speechlessly, and the Portuguese teenager saw that everyone's expressions were wrong, and hurriedly continued to add an explanation: "It's just overusing your brain, and then overworking the guide zhì fainted!" That's probably what it means, he was in this situation once when he was at Manchester United, and it was good to lie down for a while. ”

Although it may sound a little squeamish, everyone is watching the confrontation they just had, not to mention the high-intensity confrontation that has lasted for nearly a whole afternoon, just facing an opponent like Redondo cannot be taken lightly.

Redondo also quickly realized that the culprit was actually him, and coughed lightly in embarrassment: "Then send him back to rest now." "It's also that he's not good, knowing that this person is injured, Yan Zòng still has to pull him to compete.

But it seems that the good thing is that Juan is really just asleep, and the Portuguese team looks at the time, it is time to go to the airport, and all the players look at each other.

How is this good?

When Juan woke up, he was already on the player's bus, the voices of the people around him were very quiet, and he was listening to the song with headphones, everyone was very quiet, he rubbed his swollen head and got up and moved, but he found that he was covered with a blanket again.

Fortunately, it was not the middle of winter, and he only had a thin blanket on his body, otherwise he might have been crushed to death again.

When he rubbed his head, Cristiano had already noticed that he was awake, and saw that he finally opened his eyes, and frowned deeply, and hurriedly handed him a water cup: "Drink some water?" ”

"Okay." He nodded, took the glass and took two sips to moisten his lips, "We're already getting ready to go to the airport?" ”

"That's right." The Portuguese teenager nodded, "We took advantage of the lack of people to send you directly to the car, and we also managed to avoid all the media reporters by taking a break, Redondo and Guti went to the front to help us attract firepower, so we were able to leave so smoothly." ”

Juan couldn't help but laugh, he naturally knew how much Redondo hated media reporters, but now that he took the initiative to stand in front, he was obviously really guilty.

"That's good." Juan replied with a smile, hearing that he had woken up, his teammates in front of him turned back to greet him, and hearing him say this, their captain was not happy at first.

"Are you alright?" Figo's face was dark, "Do you know I'm the one who sent the two of them out?" ”

When the media surrounded Redondo and Guti, he was not spared, and was directly fenced, after all, the combination of the three of them is too strange and sensitive.

Figo, captain of Portugal, is a current Real Madrid player.

Guti, Spain not selected, Real Madrid active player.

Redondo, Argentine player, former captain of Real Madrid, His Royal Highness the Prince.

As soon as this match went out, both fans and reporters exploded directly.

What's going on?!

Of course, some people thought of Juan more rationally, but most of them still rushed up directly and drowned them with all kinds of problems, after all, Real Madrid is really sad this season, and Redondo is so good!

Could it be that Real Madrid is going to buy Redondo back?! But Redondo didn't want to go back, so let Figo and Guti persuade him?!

The pens of the media reporters at the scene were about to explode, but they didn't want to think about it, if they really wanted to persuade Redondo to return to Real Madrid, it was obvious that Raul and Casillas were more suitable partners, and it would not be Guti and Figo's turn......

However, the two men left and left quickly, while Figo stayed behind, so he was quickly poisoned.

"Did the media ask any strange questions?" Juan was very curious, and the whole team was also interested, after all, the whole team was covering Juan to get into the car, and they didn't pay attention to what happened to their captain, and Figo was late when the car was about to start, and his face was so dark that they didn't dare to ask what was going on.

"I didn't ask anything, it was about the club." Figo said succinctly that he hadn't heard anything other than questions about the club!

By the time they arrived safely in Lisbon, there were already plenty of people waiting to pick them up, and the captain and Cristiano of rivals Sporting Lisbon said it was really the first time they had been in the dressing room of their rivals' home stadium to see what was going on.

After settling in the hotel, out of gratitude to the whole team, Juan was going to attend the following press conference on behalf of everyone, but Scolari advised him to stay and not be reckless: "After all, you just came to Redondo for an afternoon, and you only took two buses and one plane, did you really rest?" ”

"I'm fine." Juan smiled, his complexion itself was pale, unless it was really whitened to the point that there was no blood, it was difficult to see any weakness on his face, Scolari looked at him for several minutes, and finally let him go uneasily: "Okay, let's go together, if it doesn't work, we'll go." ”

"Okay." Juan smiled.

"Wait!" As soon as Figo packed his things, he heard Juan say that he was going to attend the press conference, "Coach, I'll say a few words to Juan first, wait a minute!" ”

Juan was directly pulled aside, he blinked, and looked at the nervous captain in front of him with some inexplicable meaning: "What's wrong?" ”

"That's right...... Figo took a deep breath, "and when you go out later, they might ask you if you can sleep...... "It's really dark all your life!"

Juan was busy training, playing and making plans all day today, and finally fainted, and was brought all the way to Lisbon, so he didn't see the newspaper today, which has to be said to be thankful, but if you go to face the media reporters now, it is very unlikely.

"It's dangerous out there, you're so self-conscious...... Figo patted him on the shoulder heavily, thinking about this afternoon.

Redondo and Guti managed to get out of the encirclement, and he was still facing questions and flashes from reporters.

When a large number of questions made him dizzy, a female reporter asked a question that was as refreshing as a thunderstorm in May spring, which directly made him feel excited.

"I heard that you really want to sleep with your beautiful and handsome teammates?"

There is no such thing!! Figo straightened his face: "I just like to work with good-looking people, it also helps my physical and mental health, and seeing him can make me feel happy all day, isn't that how it should be?" ”

"We interviewed Robert Carlos and he said that you like handsome and good-looking people the most, so you usually spend the most time with him in the team......"

Bloody mouth! The Portuguese captain can't wait to pull that guy directly in front of him and beat him up, Real Madrid's team radio broadcaster likes gags so much, why doesn't he go to heaven?!

"It's something that doesn't happen!" Luis Figo once again let out his cry of despair, "Don't listen to that guy Carlos, he deceived you ......"

"Are you blaming your club teammates?"

"......" serial set, Figo finally came to his senses, he shouldn't have taken this stubble!

"Captain, I didn't expect you to extend your claws to your teammates!"

"Captain, are you really such a person, who did you sleep with when you were on the national team before, Costa?"

"Yes......" Figo replied subconsciously, he did sleep with Costa, as he did when he first joined the national team, and then they both grew up and began to bring new people before parting.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the old captain didn't want to recall the situation after that, so he could only sternly instruct his little teammates: "When you are interviewed outside, you must refute it at the beginning!" ”

"I will." Juan nodded seriously, he actually knew about such a situation, but after all, the captain of his family had a special identity, and he was in the war all of a sudden, how could he, as an innocent person, need to explain so much?

In fact, the media has been waiting for a long time, among the three parties mentioned, Figo and Carlos have already expressed their opinions, only Juan has remained quiet so far, and they want to know what Juan thinks!

So today, seeing Juan coming with Scolari, the media reporters were all agitated, calling his name one after another for a while, and people who didn't know thought that there was some Hollywood superstar here.

"Juan!" When he finally started asking questions, a reporter jumped up directly, "Do you know that the captain of your national team thinks badly about you?!" ”

Obviously, this is not a national journalist, and the accent seems familiar, Juan looked at him very calmly, and replied coldly: "Nonsense." ”

In an instant, everyone was frozen for thousands of miles.

"Uh...... I mean......"

"The captain is just a love for us for the younger generations of the national team."

"But ......"

"Why do you have to lead the conversation to the question of who to sleep with?"

"You listen to our ......"

"It's just a choice of roommates, who likes to be in the same room with whom, is this a very strict question? You've been struggling with this since the game the night before yesterday, and it's been more than 36 hours until today! Doesn't your media have a timeliness of news, why are you still struggling with this? ”

"No ......"

"Here I want to make it clear - I, Juan Díaz, refuse to answer these questions! Okay, any questions? ”

“…… No more ......" The reporter opened his mouth and finally sat down, although this matter is indeed a bad taste of the media, but both Figo and Carlos are relatively cooperative with them, and it is the first time they have encountered such a tough refusal.

- But if you think about it, Figo and Carlos are both Real Madrid players, and in a commercial club, they have to do some superficial work, but Juan is different, he has nothing to do, and he can simply express his rejection and disgust.

"And what about Redondo and Guti, they both came to see you, right?"

"Yes." Juan replied very calmly, "After all, the next game in Spain will be in Porto, and I happened to stay there at that time, so they came to see what was going on with me." ”

But in fact, it is also Scolari's coach, after all, team players are generally not allowed to contact non-team players in between matches, let alone games.

Juan also went to apologize to Scolari immediately after waking up, and Scolari replied very happily: "In that case, I'll punish you for coaching with me on the sidelines when you play against Russia." ”

Juan was very grateful for the old man's kindness, he nodded and didn't say anything, and secretly made up his mind to get back to training as soon as possible, and the Portuguese players only felt a gust of wind blowing, and couldn't help but sneeze several times.

"Andrade, your sneezing has infected me!" "Nonsense, it's clear that Rui started it first!" "I didn't! I don't know why I suddenly felt cold just now...... "Me too!" ”

"So, did you persuade Redondo to go back to Real Madrid?" The person who spoke was a Spanish journalist with a Madrid accent, and Juan was silent for a moment in his hopeful eyes, then shook his head.

"It all depends on his own meaning."

Anyway, as far as Juan is concerned, he will never persuade anyone to return to Real Madrid.

The brief press conference was over quickly, and Juan and Scolari walked back side by side. "Coach," Juan said suddenly, his eyes gleaming, "I've got an idea for the next game......"