ball magic

There was silence in the room.

Javier looked at his sister, Veronica, panic was written in his eyes.

As a member of this family, he certainly knew where his brother's other half was descended from, but he didn't know so clearly.But as an Argentine, he is instinctively panicking now!

What do the Argentines think of Rafa when he says this?

At this moment, he couldn't help but look at Veronica, at the backbone of the family.

Veronica's eyes were still looking at her younger brother on the TV.

Raphael's voice was very soft, and it reached her ears like a feather falling lightly.Raphael's gaze was so indifferent, like the clear blue sky after the rain in the Pampas grassland.

This made it so clear to Veronica that her boy had grown.

He is no longer the one who dares to fight with any child who wants to bully him, despise him, or insult him. Even if his head is bloody, even if his body is covered with bruises, he dare not look at her when he returns home, just lest she will be sad. , the boy who showed little consideration for her.

Not to mention the child who looked at her with hopeful, longing, and sad eyes when he was sick and had a high fever, and asked her "if Dad didn't die, would he love Rafa?", which made her heart tremble.

She wanted to defend his world, spread her wings to wrap him airtight from head to toe, she wanted to gently lick the wound in his heart like a mother beast, but in the end she could only hug him and repeat over and over again, " Of course, Rafa's dad is a hero, he left Rafa to save people, but he definitely loves you more than this world."

She can only tell it over and over again, like this, she can get the power of father's love for him, and make him firmly believe that she also has a father's love.

But where would she find him?

She couldn't even tell him the truth, tell him that your father is alive.

Because a Hughes who can't appear in front of him, a Hughes who hides in the shadows, what does it mean to Rafa?

At the moment when Rafa needed him but he couldn't show up, she would rather he was the dead hero!

Veronica stared at Raphael on the stage. She stared at her brother's bright eyes under the light, as if she touched his faith honed through countless storms and torrential rains. The voice tells the power enough to shake the soul.

She knew that these words would cause thunder and storms, but so what?

She wants to shout out the words that have been suppressed in her heart for a long time to the whole world——

Rafa is not a bastard, not a pitiful little one who has no one to pity on, he is a child with a father!

Stafia may have guessed something, he quickly retracted the topic dryly, chatted with Bergomi about Rafael commuting by helicopter, and quickly changed the topic to the upcoming Milan derby.

Rafael's mood didn't seem to change. When Stafia finally asked him his opinion on the game ahead, Rafael said: "The Milan derby is always different. If you say that you usually go all out when you play football , in the Milan derby, we will do our best to defend the victory."

At the end of the show, Raphael and Bergomi gave autographs prepared in advance to some fans at the scene, and then shook hands with Stafia to say goodbye.

Although the picture didn't end, the sound had already become the ending song of the show. Veronica turned off the TV after watching the show and looked at Javier.

"Don't worry, he knows what he's doing." Veronica reassured him.

Javier nodded vigorously.

Veronica glanced at the silent Juan, she smiled, and rubbed Juan's long hair, just like stroking Raphael.

"Victoria... Rafa's father, is he British?" Juan asked.

He didn't know that other than the United Kingdom and the Commonwealth of Nations, there was no other country that would name the medal after "Victoria"!

Veronica nodded, she got up and said, "Wait for me."

When she comes back, take down a photo album.

She came back with a photo album.

"After that happened, I told him that I would accompany him to London, and then asked him to accompany me when you were off on a national match day."

Juan and Raphael have always been inseparable.

This made him quickly think of the conversation between Veronica and Raphael that he heard in the kitchen in that small courtyard in Valencia, and he also remembered that Raphael did have a vacation and left for two days , he thought he was going to shoot an advertisement...

Veronica flipped through it, found a photo, and handed him the album.

Juan was stunned the moment he saw it!

It was a photo of a tombstone, and Juan was overwhelmed by a sense of familiarity the first time he saw the young officer in the photo.His gaze almost subconsciously compares, copies, outlines, and overlaps the photo and Raphael's facial features in his mind. Yes, they are so similar!They were so similar that I almost immediately believed that the two of them had the same blood flowing in their veins!

But they are also so different.

Even though he is wearing a straight military uniform, even with a military cap on his head, there is a charming smile on his indulgent lips, and his eyes are unrestrained and affectionate. It blends perfectly.

Juan had seen the appearance of Raphael's mother in the newspaper, she was a beauty full of style like a rose, delicate and moving.

What kind of man can grab such a magnificent flower?

He finally saw the answer.

Then Juan looked at the tombstone, and there was a name engraved on it——

"Albert Anthony Hughes. (1956~1982)"

The epitaph reads: "Here is buried a heroic officer who enjoyed love and was faithful to his family."

But this strange name suddenly reminded him of the little ball boy named Alberto who played against Juventus last month.

After a few seconds, Juan took one last look at the photo and handed the album back to Veronica with both hands.

"He was a charming officer."

Veronica looked at the officer with charming eyes in the photo album and smiled, like a silent approval.

"So, Rafa is half British?" Juan asked in a low voice.

"Well, he was born at St. Mary's Hospital in London," said Veronica.

Juan was silent.

Veronica looked at him strangely, and Juan naturally couldn't hide it from the goddess, and said in a low voice, "I think...Bobby...may have some regrets."

Veronica said frankly: "Regrets can only be regrets."

"what?"

"Rafa's dream before was to wear the Argentina shirt, never the Three Lions. Even if he couldn't play for the national team, he wouldn't change his mind. He would just-"

"With a better performance, let the world know his excellence and make the Argentines regret it." Juan said.

Veronica smiled, "Yes, that's it."

Old Robson's house was very quiet at the moment.

His wife Mrs. Elsie and Mourinho's wife Mathilde hid in the kitchen, leaving only Mourinho to accompany the old Robson in the living room.

This was originally an ordinary dinner time. The only difference was that they turned on the TV. After all, this was the first time Raphael participated in such a TV program, and the old British gentleman was very concerned.

Mourinho is everyone's translator, he simply translates for everyone.

But as the topic deepened, everyone who was laughing at first fell silent.

Raphael's father, had he passed away?

But the next direction made Mourinho hesitate for a while before honestly explaining the "Victoria Cross".

The atmosphere at home suddenly became as silent as the atmosphere in the "Football Weekend" live broadcast room.

After Mourinho dryly translated the helicopter and the Milan derby, he saw that the old Robson seemed to digest this fact, but he also saw the faint glint in the corner of the silver-haired old man's eyes.

Mourinho was silent.

He is a Portuguese.

In the national competition, the Portuguese, who has never had any honors, can understand the feelings of the old Robson.

At this moment, the show was over. The old gentleman took out his handkerchief, wiped his tears gently, and looked at Mourinho, "After England won the World Cup on home soil in 66, we never lifted the World Cup again."

This is a fact.

Mourinho could only say "huh".

"British football is the birthplace of modern football, and football is our pride. But this is the only honor we can get. Later, Sir Matt Busby cultivated the famous 'Baby Busby', There are only three Golden Globes in the history of British football - Dennis Law, Bobby Charlton and George Best."

"They are all British. But because we are the birthplace of modern football, we arrogantly negotiated with FIFA and divided into four football associations, each representing international competitions. We could have had three Mr. Ballon d'Or. That generation represented their respective countries, and nothing was gained."

"When I became the manager of the England national team, I had Gascoigne. This is the core of the new generation of England. It is hope. He is a very talented player. He is regarded by the English as a gift from God. But in 86 You know the World Cup, Maradona beat us. He's a genius - aside from his 'demon hand', just his goal after five men in a row, I have to praise him too talent."

"In 90, we fell to the penalty spot and lost to the Germans. I don't even want to count the embarrassing record of our confrontation with Germany. In the end, we stopped in the semi-finals. After that, I chose to resign. It's not that I'm exhausted, It's not that I don't love the job anymore, it's that I understand what is missing in England today."

"Bobby—" Mourinho wanted to comfort the old man who was trembling slightly because of his emotions.

Robson waved his hand slightly, indicating that he was fine. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "I was too surprised, too surprised. It turns out that I could have been like Sir Busby—"

Mourinho wanted to say that you can still be Busby because you have Ronaldo and you have Rafael.

But he couldn't say it.

Because Busby has cultivated three Mr. Golden Globes, but England still only has one Charlton.The old Robson has a "double R combination", but none of them belong to England.

Old Robson clenched the handkerchief in his hand, and whispered for the last time, "So I can be like Busby..."

After the old man finished speaking, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, then took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Mourinho was worried that he was too emotional, so he didn't dare to leave. Then he found out that the old man was calling a reporter he knew in the UK - and it was a reporter from "The Sun"!Let them check!

This surprised Mourinho a bit, because it's not like something an old man would do...

Robson Sr. caught his gaze after hanging up the phone and explained, "You don't understand Argentines and British."

Mourinho is very speechless. Even if Argentina no longer recruits, you can still find another way, let FIFA formulate a charter, and specifically approve Rafael to join England?Literally living in a dream.

Old Robson shook his head, "Argentines are a nation with a strong sense of nationality. His parents were separated because of the war. And the English are also a proud nation."

"In Rafael's heart, his father is a hero. I should let the world know that his father is a hero. If the Argentines don't like him and hate him, we should be like his father, like his father. Standing behind him like relatives, supporting him and defending him."

Mourinho was silent, he really wanted to go wrong.

Bobby Robson was also silent, the old man sat there quietly, his eyes were so sad that he was showing his old age at this moment.

Mourinho looked at this moment quietly. He couldn't understand the feelings of the old Robson, but he could understand his feelings——Chad, the treasure in the world, was lost because of an accident. How could he not be annoyed and regretful? ?