Just looking at Juan Mata gives the impression that you're looking into the eyes of the sweetest, most helpful librarian who just oh-by-the-way happens to be a phenomenal soccer player. His slight build, his boyish face paradoxically covered with a lumberjack's stubble, his impressive command of English, and the earnestness of his responses in interviews—his whole aura makes you think that, once finishes running circles around defenders and setting up a goal or three for his teammates, he pulls on a nice cardigan and reads Dr.