football's most handsome

Chapter 298 The First Tucao Hand

Pengpeng really wants to cry now.

He felt that he had done another stupid thing—usually those things were basically harmless, and it was nothing to him.

It was just the way everyone looked over today made him realize the seriousness of the matter.

"Just came back? Sit down." Juan didn't think much about it, after all, he hadn't started talking yet, if Pengpeng rushed in again when he was talking, he might really beat up Pengpeng again, Nothing.

It is precisely because he thought of what he would look like if Pengpeng came in after 5 minutes and 10 minutes, so the young coach of Deportivo was really calm at this moment.

...Of course, in Pengpeng's eyes, this is almost equivalent to the calm before the storm, but since the boss of his family didn't seem to have anything to say, Fluffy heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately went into the locker room in desperation, and sat down. When I got to the position, I didn't dare to let out the air.

Juan glanced at him, making sure Pompons sat down peacefully before looking around: "Is there anyone else?"

Someone answered one after another, and everyone looked around, and there were indeed not many people, so they felt relieved and boldly replied to their head coach.

At the beginning, Juan was just planning to say something casually, but he couldn't help but smile when he saw most of the people's eyes full of expectation.

"Good evening everyone, congratulations on winning the Club World Cup, in UEFA parlance, 'Congratulations to Deportivo, now you are the best club in the world'."

Hearing this sentence, the whole locker room roared with laughter. Many people immediately began to slap on the cabinet doors and benches, whistling and booing loudly. Among them, the boys were the most noisy. Juan smiled and watched them making a fuss for a while before raising his hand to signal Go ahead and talk.

"It's been an incredible year for me, the end of a year has never looked better."

Some couldn't help laughing, and whistled loudly again.

"This is the first time I have made such a special speech in the locker room. I am very excited... If this speech is successful, I will save it for the awards ceremony and speak again." When saying this, the players watched Looking at his head coach's serious face, he roared with laughter again.

The awards ceremony that my head coach mentioned is obviously the UEFA annual awards ceremony at the end of the year. Awards such as the Golden Globe, World Footballer, and the best head coach of the year will be awarded at that time. What my head coach said is obviously already targeted. The last award-

And clearly, he deserves the award.

"Standing here and looking around, I feel a little emotional..." As he spoke, Juan looked around, his voice soft and powerful.

"Some came in this summer, some from the beginning of the year, and some have been struggling with Deportivo since last summer."

"At the beginning, we didn't go very well. We trained, adjusted our tactical habits, and developed the most suitable tactics for Deportivo. To be honest, until now, I feel that I am walking on a very dangerous road. .In retrospect, it was quite a thrilling journey, but it was also very exciting.”

"As you can see, I am a young guy, full of idealism, boundless energy, always tossing our team in various ways, and never tired of it, I would like to thank my assistant coach Alan , and my captain, Juan Belleron, if the two of them hadn’t been by my side to remind me to exercise restraint, maybe you would have received my training call at four o’clock in the morning.”

The players laughed again, and Allen shouted dumbfoundedly: "Boss, are you mocking me?" Belleron was indeed very stable, but Allen...everyone knew his fiery temper.

Juan smiled and waved at him, and continued: "We are a very young team, so young that the entire football world thinks we are just passers-by. The only thing worth admiring is that we are young enough... Really. Is that so?"

"We can see what we have achieved - the league title, the Champions League, the Copa del Rey and the Club World Cup. Who would have thought we would get to this point?"

"We have young fighters, but we also have experienced people leading the way; we attack, but we also know how to advance and retreat; we never give up, and we also admit our shortcomings; we are walking an unprecedented road."

Everyone was laughing, but it was a proud and proud smile. Their eyes were bright, with the most brilliant starlight in them.

This is their Deportivo, this is their path to glory!

Looking around at his players, Juan smiled.

"Merry Christmas guys, have a great holiday."

This was the last game of the year, and the Deportivo players were not planning to leave when they returned to Spain. Many of them left on vacation after changing planes, in order not to waste a moment of vacation time.

It is precisely because of this that many family members of the players came today. The family seats were full of people, and most of them were happy and harmonious.

...Well, Casillas shrank in it, a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, after the game, the family members of the players went down to celebrate with them, and Casillas could breathe a sigh of relief.

Seeing him so nervous, Raul couldn't stand it anymore-this guy spent nearly a month convincing him to give up his precious vacation to come to the scene to watch the game, and now he is so nervous here? ?

If Casillas hadn't been able to persuade Guti, who was eager to go to Iceland to reunite with Redondo, it is estimated that the golden wolf at the Bernabeu would definitely be able to shake him back and forth by his collar.

"All of you are here, just go down with confidence!! Didn't he give you a ticket because he wanted you to go down?! And at the beginning, he didn't think that other people would come back, so he only gave you a ticket, didn't he?! !Are you afraid of a [beep——]!?”

But after all, they are not the guts of Guti, so after hesitating for a while, Raul patted him on the shoulder: "He will come soon, and it's the players' time to celebrate after the game, isn't it?"

"I know...how about we go down together?" Casillas stared at his savior.

"Of course I want to go down. Morrow is in the locker room below. We agreed to meet at the entrance of the player tunnel later." Otherwise, he would not be here now." But Juan may Are you sure about the interview in the front hall?"

"I..." Casillas struggled.

"Don't get entangled, let's go." Raul took out his mobile phone to look at it, put it in his pocket and got up, "Moro said that Juan just finished his speech in the locker room, so we just go to the locker room door to guard."

"?" Casillas looked at his phone, "Juan didn't send me a message."

"He must have been blocked by reporters all the way, and then he went back to the locker room non-stop, so busy that he probably didn't even know his phone was gone." Raul didn't think there was anything wrong, and waved his hand, "We don't rush, either. Anyway, it will take a while for the players to leave, speaking of which, where are you going to play this Christmas?"

"I don't know. Juan said that he has already taken care of everything. I can just take someone with him." Casillas was very self-conscious.

"...you are really leisurely." Raul looked at him with a very strange look.

"Is it okay?" Casillas was a little anxious. He hadn't seen Juan for a while, and he always felt a little anxious and a little embarrassed.

"Forget it, let's not talk about you, let's go... Uh, will the staff of this stadium recognize us?" Raul was a little worried about the staff of the Yokohama Stadium-although he has come to Asia many times in the past.

"Should be," Casillas replied cautiously, "at least we can speak a sentence or two of English, which can be used to ask questions and introduce who we are."

When Raul and Casillas were looking for staff to take them away, Juan finally met the Fuji TV reporter who had been waiting for a long time.

It was indeed a lady, and very petite, and Juan shook her hand politely and sat down.

Not long after sitting down, the female reporter pursed her lips and smiled: "Congratulations, congratulations to Deportivo for winning the Club World Cup."

Juan nodded: "Thank you."

"..." The female reporter's smile froze on her face, and she didn't make a sound for nearly two seconds. Juan raised her eyebrows.

So this reporter came here just to congratulate him on winning the championship, so he has nothing to ask?

He doesn't have enough time to accept congratulations in an exclusive interview, right?

"Cough, may I ask..." Ishida Chinami quickly thawed herself, and hurriedly began to ask her own questions.She got a little carried away at first because of David Luiz's kindness... Juan Dias is not such a gentle type!

What Juan needs is the effect of keeping a distance like this, so he has no intention of explaining, and answers questions in a business-like manner.

The short interview ended soon, and Chinami Ishida breathed a sigh of relief, then got up and held out her hand: "Thank you for accepting the interview."

"You're welcome." Juan slowly got up and smiled at her, a very polite and alienated smile, Ishida Chinami sighed inwardly.

If I didn't know the identity of the person in front of me, I probably thought I had gone to the national news section next door to interview a certain royal family.

...But if you count it now, it's true, after all, this person really has the blood of the oldest family in Spain, doesn't he?

She lowered her head to organize her things, when she heard a cheerful voice: "Are you still here, Miss Reporter?"

Ishida Chinami raised her head with joy, and was facing Pumpons who was bending over and smiling at her.

She was about to say hello with delight when, over Pompons shoulder, she saw Juan Diaz turn and look at her—or rather, at David Luiz, narrowing himself dangerously. eyes.