69novels Chapter 118 Hello Big Eyed Boy
Chapter 118 Hello Big Eyed Boy
To be honest, the visit of Juan and Casillas was not smooth. It took them a while to find this place, and when the two were still on the way, they helped the grandmother catch the thief Back to the wallet, so when these two are standing in someone's doorstep, the image is not very good.
The hair of the two people is messy, although the sweat has been wiped off, but the hair is still sticking to the face, although the clothes are very delicate and expensive at first glance, but they can't stand the ravages of wrinkles (.), two people It looks like a stray animal blown by the wind and rain.
Mustafa who opened the door hesitated for a while but still didn't drive him away, because the other party did call out his son's name: "Yes, what's the matter with you?"
"It's like this, we are from La Coruña in La Liga..." Juan paused, relying on Casillas' inability to understand, he continued naturally, "Players and coaches, today is from Reha Coach Geer got the contact information about Ozil, so I hope to come to discuss it."
"Coach and players?" Mustafa looked up and down the two people in front of him, raising his eyebrows suspiciously.
These two people said that they are both players Thaksin, what the hell is the coach? "Come on, you two little devils, don't make trouble, go wherever you want to play, Mesut is not at home, you go around!"
"We are really from La Coruña. If you don't believe me, you can check it out." Juan was anxious at the time. Although he knew that his age would make many people criticize him, he still had to believe it anyway. right?
"How could the head coach of La Liga come to Germany, and it's still here?" Mustafa didn't give any face, he could think very clearly, he did have a son named Mesut Ö Zill, but his son is just a member of the youth training in the German regional league. How could he be noticed by a team as far away as Spain?
For a while, Juan didn't know how to explain their current itinerary, but when the two of them were at a loss, Casillas said "ah", and Juan looked back, also stunned.
"Mother-in-law?"
"Aren't these the two kids who helped me catch the thief just now?" The silver-haired man greeted with a smile, "Why are you here?"
"Actually, we..." Before Juan could say anything, Mustafa called "Mom".
...? ? ?
The two young people caught in the middle looked around and were immediately stunned.
There are such coincidences in the world. The old woman is actually Ozil's grandmother. I have to say that this is also a fate. I can't help my mother's kind invitation. Mustafa can only compare these two suspicious people. Xiaonian let him into the house: "What do you want Mesut to do?"
Juan smiled helplessly: "We are really from La Coruña..."
"Dad!!" There was a sudden noise from upstairs, a girl screamed and ran down the stairs, followed by a young man who called "Nese", which may be the name of the girl in front of her, but obviously, His speed was not as fast as the girl's, and the girl landed beside Mustafa almost like a light bird.
"Dad, look here!" The little girl raised the magazine in her hand. At first, Mustafa wanted to say that he was very busy and didn't have time, but after he glanced at it, his eyes immediately widened, and he grabbed the magazine. He passed the magazine and stared at the people inside, then raised his head to look at the person in front of him, then lowered his head again.
Juan glanced at it. The magazine was a famous football magazine in Germany. It was published in July. He seemed to have found the best way to prove his identity.
"So you are really that, the youngest head coach of the top league!" Mustafa couldn't believe it, after all, the young man in front of him looked like he could be his son!
"Yes." Juan nodded. He didn't expect that the wave of Guinness World Records applications that Jorge made for him back then had such good results. "Now that I've been identified, can we have a good talk, about Mesut Ozil?"
"What are you looking for second brother for?" The little girl was lying on the sofa looking at the magazine with a smile on her face, but when she heard what Juan said, she subconsciously straightened up nervously.
"Second brother?" Juan was taken aback and looked at Mustafa. The man nodded: "This is my wife, this is my youngest daughter Nese, and this is my eldest son Mutlu."
Juan nodded: "Hello, I came to see your second brother today, hoping to invite him to try out for the youth training in La Coruña."
The breathing of several members of Ozil's family became short of breath.
"To Spain?"
Juan nodded: "Yes, Spain."
"Will it be too far?" Ozil's mother was a little worried. After all, her second son was still young, and she didn't know if it was suitable for her to go so far away.
"There is an Argentine in Deportivo. He left Argentina for Spain when he was 11 years old." Juan smiled, and several people at the scene fell into a brief silence.
He could also see that the people in front of him were still hesitant, so he took the initiative again: "Deportivo's youth training is currently playing in the second league, at least it is already a professional league, isn't it? And the first team From time to time, I will also mention some young players of his age playing games, you can check if what I said is true."
"A player of the same age?" Mutlu couldn't help but said, "You mean, a player who is also 16 years old?"
"Yes." Juan nodded, "We have two players of the same age as Mesut Ozil in our team, namely David Luiz and Lionel Messi. Experience in the Copa del Rey, La Liga and, obviously, Champions League experience."
"The Champions League!?" Mutlu was obviously stunned. After all, although it feels like the Champions League is the same, it is already the club's highest level competition.
In any case, it sounds like a passionate commitment!
"...I don't agree." Mustafa took a deep breath and said.
"Why?" Not to mention Mutlu, even the younger sister jumped up all of a sudden, obviously very surprised, after all, no matter how you say it, this is the best chance for their second son to reach the sky!
Moreover, the special training in the youth training of the top league team is obviously very different from the special training in the youth training of the local league team. It is the same?
Obviously, everyone here thinks so, and Juan didn't expect to refuse to come so quickly, so he subconsciously widened his eyes, but at the same time, he also noticed that there seemed to be a figure passing by at the corner of the stairs. Pass?
Juan felt that he seemed to have caught something, he took a deep breath: "Can I ask the reason?"
"Mesut doesn't speak Spanish, life in Spain is very inconvenient, and his age is too young, we don't know much about you..."
"But Dad, maybe this is the only chance Mesut has in his life!" Mutlu was anxious. As an older brother, he actually hoped that his younger brother would have a good future, seeing that the opportunity was right in front of him. , but his father wanted to refuse, how could this not make him anxious?
"Yeah, Mesut's chance may be just this one time, at least try it." Even his wife is persuading him. Although he is very reluctant, he still hopes that his children can have a good future. , This is the wish of all parents in the world.
"But..." Mustafa hesitated for a while, then turned to look at his mother. She had been sitting here for a while, but she hadn't spoken. What was she thinking?
Receiving the gaze of her son, the grandmother smiled, barely straightened up from her rocking chair, moved her neck and stretched out her hand. Mustafa was taken aback, and subconsciously held it: "Mom, what do you want to say?"
"I want to say... these two children are good children." The grandmother smiled, "Mesut goes with them, there is no harm."
Even his mother agreed, so he had no reason to refute. After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and asked, "How much will La Coruña spend on Mesut?"
"Mustafa." Now, the two women in power in the family looked over complainingly, but obviously, money is more important to men.
"Indeed, I didn't think carefully." Juan looked at his watch, "So in the next time, maybe you are willing to talk to La Coruña's lawyers and legal brokers?"
"What?" Mustafa was taken aback for a moment, and then he heard his own doorbell ring. He looked at the door and then at Juan, who had already curled his mouth, and suddenly felt absurd. This feeling dissipated, he directly sent his daughter to open the door: "Nese, open the door."
"I'll go." Mutlu also had a weird feeling. In order to confirm whether his feeling was true as soon as possible, he decided to open the door by himself, but no one came back for a long time. Now Mustafa also felt Something was wrong, and he turned his head and called several times: "Son, are you there?"
"I'm here, Dad." Mutlu replied with a somewhat erratic voice, and then he came in, and at the same time there was a group of seven or eight people behind him. The first one shook hands with Mustafa, and then Turning to look at Juan, he smiled and said hello: "I'm not too late, am I?"
"Very punctual." Juan nodded appreciatively, and got up, "I'll leave this to you?"
"No problem, Mr. Mustafa, you can just call me Mendes." The man showed a clever smile, "Let's talk about your second son, Mesut Ozil?"
"This is for you." Juan poked Casillas on the side, then raised his head: "Mesut, do you want to play football with us?"
"..." After a suffocating silence, a child ran down the stairs.
With a palm-sized face and big eyes, his body looked fragile. Holding a ball in his arms, he walked over with his lips pursed, and nodded regardless of his father's expression.
——Mustafa just said directly that Mesut is not at home.
Juan didn't reveal anything, just patted him on the shoulder and said kindly: "Let's go to the nearest field field for a while, this is still their adult business, how about we talk slowly there?"
Mesut Ozil nodded quickly, Juan smiled and turned to look at Casillas: "Igor, why are you in a daze? Let's go."
Igor Casillas, in a daze throughout.
First, he doesn't speak German, and second, he doesn't even know what he does here.
Last night, they were still on the run in Dubai, and flew to Germany overnight, and now they are already sitting in an ordinary German family?
Although he didn't know what kind of development was going on now, he really wanted to pull Juan Dias by the collar and shake this man who didn't know what he was doing desperately.
This is a rare winter break! !
Although as a coach, he should be busy with work, but it doesn't mean that he can suddenly go to other people's homes to harass others!
And it's fine to harass yourself, and bring other people to harass together! !Look at that troop! !
People who don't know think they are gangsters who came to burn, kill and loot! !
But anyway, Juan said something he could understand: "Where are you going?"
Juan smiled and pointed at the boy: "Go play with the kids."
Ozil's family couldn't understand Spanish. After hearing this sentence, they didn't react much, while Casillas, Mendes and the people he brought subconsciously twitched their mouths.
... This classmate, do you know that your behavior is very bad?
It was because other people could not understand that Juan was beaten to death without being on the spot, and he went to the field field safely, accompanied by Nese and Mutlu. On the way, Casillas finally couldn't help asking He said, "Juan, how did Mendez get here?"
Juan looked at the three brothers and sisters in front. The three of them seemed not to notice them when they were talking. Juan tilted his head and thought for a while: "I told him to come here before, what's wrong?"
"... When did you notify?" Casillas felt that his heart was so tired, he didn't know when his friends had become so powerful that they could telepathize other people in front of him?
"After we bought the tickets yesterday." Juan smiled, "When you went to pick up the tickets, I called Jorge and told him that when I came to Germany tomorrow, I had business to do, and it was about He directly killed the broker's business."
"The specific location...?"
"I said it when I was at the school gate. Didn't I go to answer the phone at that time? After answering the phone, I sent Jorge a text message." Juan answered very lightly, but Casillas only wanted to Give him a lustful look.
This is all right, he has convinced the boss...
But I have to say that, no matter what, Juan and Casillas are still professional football players, and they are also from the top league, and they are slightly older than these two people. It doesn't matter too much, especially Casillas, with a pair of empty hands, all kinds of high and low blocks, it doesn't matter if the clothes are dirty, anyway, the Ozil brothers have never sent the ball into the goal at this moment.
In comparison, Juan was much better. He was still worried about the problem of clothes and shoes, so after a game, the two brothers on the opposite side were sweating, and Casillas was also covered in one piece and the other. Dirty, only Juan and Nese who has been cheering by the side are clean, very refreshing.
Juan and Nese looked at each other, and walked aside in a tacit understanding, leaving the three of them to play by themselves on the field: "Hey, Nese."
"Hey, Juan." Nese smiled at him, "You play football with ease."
"I have a sister." Juan said very deeply, and under the doubtful eyes of the girl, he added: "This sister can't see that I am a little dirty, otherwise she will miss me..."
Nese nodded understandingly, she was also the one who was told that!
"Speaking of which, your second brother doesn't seem to like shooting goals very much." Juan turned his head to look at the scene on the field and raised his eyebrows.
Mesut Ozil had already lost his shot button at this time. It can be said that every shot was passed to his brother Mutlu, and then Mutlu came to shoot.
"Yeah, he's always been like this. He never likes to shoot, and he doesn't know who he learned from." Nese shrugged and sighed, "But it seems like it's pretty good?"
"Yes, a person like him is very good." Juan nodded, "Many teams will want such a person in the future."
"You're not lying to me, are you?" Nese gave him a suspicious look, "I know, my stupid second brother didn't even pass the Schalke 04 youth training exam."
Schalke 04 is the best club in their area, but in the entire Bundesliga, Schalke 04 is only in the middle.
La Liga is much more competitive than the Bundesliga. Even in such a strong competition, Deportivo is at the top. Such a team suddenly said that she would let her brother go for trial training. No wonder his family didn't believe it. It's a fact.
"A team has a team's style." Juan replied patiently, "Your brother is very suitable for our Deportivo style, so I will appear here."
"You La Coruña need softies?"
"..."
Little girl, so your brother is not very good?
"No," Juan shook his head, "Oh, I can't tell you clearly, how about this, after you think about it slowly, and then watch the Deportivo game more, you should be able to understand why I think your brother is suitable .”
"Okay." The little girl nodded, looked at the court again, and couldn't help asking: "Well...you don't need to remind your companion, doesn't he have to work so hard?"
Juan looked at Iker Casillas on the field. This person is now training seriously, and he is very focused, but he is so dirty that he can't bear to look directly at him.
"...It's okay, he has always been serious."
That's all Juan could say.
When they went back, the three boys who didn’t understand the language were already fighting fiercely, and Juan could only be an interpreter among them. It was really painful, but he also knew that they had improved a lot.
"By the way, Mutlu, are you still in school?" Juan thought of something, turned his head and asked, Mutlu was taken aback: "Uh, I have already graduated from high school, what's wrong?"
"I see." Juan smiled, "What do you think of the position of football agent?"
"Ah?" Mutlu was taken aback, unable to react.
"Then let me change the question." Juan easily threw a deep-water torpedo: "Do you want to be your brother's professional brokerage agent?"
The three of them were stunned. They looked at each other and were speechless. Juan waved his hand without forcing them, "Let me give you some time to think about it... The man who came today is called Jorge Men Des, you may not have heard of him, but I guarantee that in the next few years, he will become the number one football agent in the world."
Mutlu was obviously a little tempted. He opened his mouth and asked, "Then, what do you need to know to become a football agent?"
"There are quite a lot of things that need to be learned," Juan replied, "There are always many laymen who want to get involved in this industry, but they all fail without exception, and even make the players themselves uneasy, and a real player A professional agent will only make the players under his command better and better."
When he said that, the eyes of the two people in front of him were shining, Juan smiled and turned to look at Casillas.
"Sorry, I've been talking to them, isn't it boring?"
Casillas smiled and shook his head: "It's okay."
He would never say anything, he was in a daze for a long time looking at the man in front of him talking eloquently.
When they went back, it was Mustafa’s call. It was estimated that the conversation was over. When they were a few young people standing at the door, Mesut Ozil turned his head and glanced at them, then took a deep breath and stepped forward. Two steps: "Father, mother, grandmother, I—"
"Don't say anything, child." Mustafa's expression was particularly serious. He patted Mesut on the shoulder, and then looked at Mutlu.
"After you two go to Spain, you must study hard, train hard, and don't let your coach and husband's expectations down!"
"Huh?" The two big boys were dumbfounded by the development of the situation, but Juan didn't find it strange at all.
Who is he calling?That's Jorge Mendes!
If this guy really wants to convince someone, let alone fooling him from the regional league to the top league, dead people can be said to be alive.
But these two people still need to prepare for a while, and they have to be just in case.
What if you can't?
For this question, Juan gave a very positive answer: "If you can't pass the youth training of Deportivo, come to me directly, and I will take you to live in the first team!"
With Juan's answer, Ozil's family finally let go of their hearts.
When leaving, Jorge Mendes looked at Juan helplessly.
"Boss, you are really... you don't let people relax during the holidays."
He really didn't expect that Juan would suddenly give him such a task. If he hadn't gone far at this moment, he might not be able to get here in time.
"I'm sorry, I'm only eager for love." Juan nodded at him apologetically, "I promise, this child will never let you down...Also, don't agree to let his father As his agent, even if you represent him for a few years, and then wait for his elder brother to grow up, then hand him over to his elder brother's hands."
"Why?" Jorge was very surprised. After all, in such a family, it is more normal for the father of a player to be his agent, and it is still rare for brothers to come.
"..." Juan opened his mouth.
What is he going to say?
He can't say that ten years later, Mesut Ozil will go to court with his agent father, and the two will be torn up vigorously, right?
"Igor and I came earlier, when the two of us were the first to visit, Mustafa told us directly, 'Mesut is not at home', but you actually saw it, Mesut Ozil The fact that the Kurds are upstairs means that Mustafa lied to us."
"Even those of us who are beneficial to our son's future development will deceive and lie. I really can't imagine what will happen if this person is an agent in the future and Deportivo will deal with him."
Juan said very confidently, but this is also a very good reason. Jorge Mendes nodded after hearing it: "You are right, it is better to control his youngest son, and it is better to train him." It’s a good idea to bring Ozil and other people if you are your own in the future.”
"Really?" Juan smiled, "By the way, after arriving at the airport, you can go on vacation by yourself, and Igor and I will leave first."
"Huh?" Jorge Mendes was taken aback, "Aren't you two going back? Those two were looking for you early in the morning."
"Those two?" Juan and Casillas looked at each other and smiled wryly at the same time.
Indeed, those two were not so easy to get along with... Especially the fact that I ran away without saying hello, it was very bad.
"What should I do?" Casillas looked at Juan begging for help, "Juan, you are more capable, think of a way quickly?"
Seeing the longing of "I don't want to die" written all over his little friend's face, Juan pondered for a while, and took out his phone directly.
"?" Jorge Mendes and Casillas all focused their eyes immediately, wanting to see who he would call. After a few minutes, Juan coughed twice and said respectfully: "Long time no see, how are you?"
"Ah, are you preparing a Christmas dinner at home? That's really good, don't you want to go on vacation this year?"
"……Eh?"
The smile on Juan's face disappeared.
"When did this happen?"
"...Is that so..."
"Okay, I'll take a plane later to see what's going on."
After hanging up the phone, Juan took a deep breath, then turned to look at Casillas.
"Igor, I'm sorry for making you follow me around."
"It's okay, where are you going now?" Casillas asked directly, especially self-conscious. He followed all the way and participated in everything. This winter break can be regarded as exciting.
"I'm going to visit Manchester... Otherwise, why don't you go back first?" Juan hesitated, "Cristiano's father seems to be sick, I'll go and see him."
Casillas was a little disappointed, but he still nodded to express his understanding. Cristiano Ronaldo is Juan's favorite kid in the national team. Not good for a child, take him on a detour and refuse.
……Um?
Why does this plot seem familiar?
Before Casillas could get over it, the airport had already arrived. Juan was in a hurry to buy a plane ticket to Manchester, but Casillas stopped him: "Juan!"
When Juan turned his head, he saw the Spaniard looking at him expectantly.
"Christmas, have you been back?"
Juan was silent for a while, then waved his hand: "I will try my best."
Jorge Mendes looked at the two people, feeling really helpless, he stepped forward and patted the young general on the shoulder: "Okay, don't look at it, just because of his low EQ, if you don't tell him clearly that you want him to accompany you Well, he won't know."
"This way..." Casillas was still down, and suddenly realized something, raised his head in fright and stared at the people around him, making Jorge Mendes dumbfounded: "I have so Scary?"
"No, but, you..."
"It's okay, don't worry." Jorge patted him on the shoulder, "I know everything I should know, and I don't know everything I shouldn't know."
"..." Casillas was about to cry, "Is it so obvious?"
"It's as obvious as an incandescent light in the dark," Jorge Mendes said relentlessly.
It was already late at night when Juan arrived at the hospital. He ran non-stop in the hospital, and soon found the Portuguese teenager crouching helplessly at the door with his head in his arms.
Seeing him appear, Cristiano was obviously shocked: "...Juan!"
"Shh." Juan pressed his index finger on his lips and looked inside the consulting room, "What's the situation, Uncle?"
"...cirrhosis of the liver caused by drinking too much." Cristiano pressed his lips tightly when he said this reason. He was obviously very sad and angry about this reason.
"Excessive alcohol intake, abnormal work and rest, smoking and irregular diet, there are many reasons." Dolores, Cristiano's mother added on the side, she also came early, and even accompanied No.1 beside him, Juan, after greeting this great mother softly, beckoned and called Cristiano aside.
"I heard that you specially hired the plane?"
"Yes, my father is in a very bad situation now, so I hope he can be well taken care of..." When he said this, the 19-year-old boy's eyes were obviously red. He was about to embark on the road to the peak of his life, but his father had already collapsed, and according to the doctor, he didn't have a few months to live.
This is really a big blow to him.
The Portuguese teenager squatted in the corner, tears almost crushed him, Juan could only hold him in his arms silently.
"I understand you... so do your best, don't be afraid, everything will be fine."
Cristiano gritted his teeth and nodded, and endured all his choking back into his stomach.
When leaving the hospital, Juan was still a little emotional.
He is different from Cristiano. Cristiano wants to watch his father's life disappear little by little. When they came back, the bodies that had been processed by the two of them and were quietly sleeping.
I don't know who is more unlucky.
Thinking of this, Juan shook his head and forgot everything, he was going to visit the Sir.
The Sir happened to be at home today, and his two sons were out shopping. Seeing Juan coming, the Sir just nodded: "Here we are."
Juan stepped forward with a sigh: "I have already gone to the hospital to see Cristiano. His current state...is not very good. Is the game really okay?"
Speaking of this, even Juan wants to complain about the inhumanity of the Premier League. There are still games these days, and it doesn't mean to let people take a breather and rest for a while in such humid and cold weather.
"No problem, he knows what to do." Ferguson sighed softly, "After knowing that his father was ill, I told him that no matter what he wanted to do, I would support him, and it didn't matter how many days of vacation he wanted. of."
However, at this time, Manchester United's situation is not good enough to allow their key players to rest.
In just over a season, Cristiano Ronaldo, Manchester United's new No. [-], has become one of Manchester United's core players, and his role in the team is crucial.
Moreover, the Premier League itself is a highly competitive place. There is no championship zone, soy sauce zone, and relegation zone here. Maybe people who were in the relegation zone last year can enter the championship zone this year?
There are no weak teams in the Premier League. This matter is really uncertain. Even Manchester United cannot relax at the moment.
"No problem." Sir Ferguson wanted to sigh as he said, "It would be fine if you were still here."
Juan looked at him very apologetically, but Sir Alex felt a little uncomfortable when he saw him, and waved his hand: "Okay, let's not talk about these things, you are doing very well in La Coruña now, it is better not to return to Manchester United. Please translate it!"
"Thank you, Sir." Juan sighed softly, "I have learned a lot from the time you taught me. Without you, I would not be where I am now."
"Come on, you kid." Sir Alex patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Do you want to come to Old Trafford to watch our last round match years ago?"
For such a challenge, the old man is obviously very confident, and he is especially motivated. No matter how you look at it, it looks like he is going to have a direct contest with the professor Wenger on the opposite side. Juan also knows that Sir Alex already I have a lot of opinions on Arsenal's undefeated.
Facts proved that as expected, in the pre-match press conference, Sir Alex directly shouted to Wenger: "Arsenal's 44 unbeaten games are only because they have not met Manchester United in 44 games!"
Juan immediately knew that this game could not be good.