ball magic

The moment Raphael handed the game ball to Robson, Veronica looked at Hughes.

The gentleman next to her couldn't help smiling and looking at her after noticing her gaze. He was obviously from the same model as Raphael, as if the pasted-and-copied blue-gray eyes were inherently romantic, as if telling her that the Creator was How amazing.

It is undeniable that these eyes have had a special magical power for her until now, but unlike when she was a girl, she no longer has her heartbeat racing like a deer because of this gaze, and she will not be overwhelmed by that longing that has nowhere to rest. Shy and afraid to look at each other.The pink bubbles that belonged to youthful fantasies have gradually dissipated in the sun, but she still couldn't refuse this gaze, but this has nothing to do with the emotion that only belongs to her.

"Rafa will give this ball to you." Veronica blinked playfully, and began to show off the next moment, "It's like giving me the jersey of his national team debut."

One is the debut of the national team, and the other is the Milan derby where there are at least two collisions every season.

This slyness and ridicule made the corner of Hughes's mouth draw a smile, as if to mention casually, "What about his first show?"

The so-called debut was naturally the one against Real Madrid during the Deportivo period.

Veronica smiled. "I heard he and Pablo were yelling. Very early on, long before he played for Argentina."

Hughes smiled, but Veronica gave him a hint with his eyes. When he subconsciously looked back, he saw the nearby camera position.

In the past, Hughes didn't like the camera, which is closely related to his work.But today he kept going on camera, and in this game, the camera also came to look for him many times.

This was a brand new experience for Hughes, and it made him feel like he had entered a whole new world, but Hughes didn't resist, nor was he shy. demeanor.

At this moment, the audience in front of the TV more or less felt the same emotion as Veronica—even though they are so similar father and son, Hughes's gestures are elegant, even his waving or a smile makes everyone feel happy. People are like spring breeze.

And Raphael...

Ok……

When the camera moved away, Veronica asked with a smile, "How does it feel to be the focus? I think you are adapting well."

"Maybe I miss it." Hughes looked at this good girl and winked narrowly at her, "After all, the underground band we formed back then was still very popular."

Seeing Veronica laughing again, he waited for a few seconds before slowly saying: "Football and music have special magic power. I didn't have the chance to appreciate the cheers of thousands of fans, but when the game started, Raphael The moment his name was read by the home commentator, I think I was curious about his feelings. The boos of tens of thousands of people were so shocking, and the fans' "enthusiasm" could melt the winter. How does it feel?'"

Seeing Veronica staring at him, Hughes also smiled, "I want to feel his emotions. As a father, I can't help myself not to do this. It's not difficult to understand Rafa, Because he's the kindest, sweetest little angel. But it's hard to 'feel' him. The kid is mean - except for you, of course, I suppose."

When Hughes came here, he found Veronica and burst into laughter, which made Hughes shut up. He was very puzzled where he said something wrong, because Veronica's smile was really... not very ladylike, and also Exaggerated.

Javier has been listening to them with his ears upright. He cleared his cough and explained to this British man full of paternal love, "I think Ronnie probably thinks your description is more exaggerated than hers. Except for her, I used to know I have never heard anyone say that Rafa is such a cute and kind little angel, and now there is another one."

Moratti is a gentleman, so he kept his mouth shut.But at this moment he couldn't help but interjected, "No, I think His Excellency Hughes is right. Rafa is indeed a lovely and kind angel. Our fans think so too. Just look at the banners they formed..."

Veronica and Hughes listened with delighted smiles as the Italians poured out praise for Raphael.

Javier: "..."

Forget it, I shut up.

It was Raphael who intended Moratti to brag.

When the ball that was signed by the old Robson and twirled in the hands of his teammate on the bench returned to his own hands, Rafael put the ball aside and put the small bag on the bench from Juan He took out a piece of chocolate and chewed it.In less than 2 minutes, he quickly wiped out the bar of chocolate, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he walked slowly to the sidelines, with his hands in his pockets, standing proudly.

There is no doubt that even if it is a bad-faced baby who does not have the affinity of his father, Raphael also has an innate magical power.He just appeared on the sidelines and became the most watched person in the audience again, grabbing the attention of all fans and attracting the shots of all media.

Mourinho, who was standing on the sidelines with his hands in his pockets, obviously felt that his status had been challenged--Old Robson played "Shou Shou Diao" again. This was originally his stage, but now this one is here to grab his job?

Rafael's gaze was following the offense and defense of the red and blue sides, and he did not notice Mourinho's gaze.

This allowed Mourinho to continue to focus on his work, and the two lived in peace for a while.

But after a few minutes, Raphael, who stood on the sidelines and posed for a few minutes, and distributed countless benefits to the female fans in the opposite stand, finally changed his posture. He shouted "Juan", and Juan subconsciously looked at him In an instant, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the opposite goal guarded by Abbiati.

Mourinho was completely speechless.This is no longer a joke, this is a real job grab.

Old Robson, who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai on the bench, also smiled.

Raphael was still Raphael, and he still didn't like to talk too much. After seeing Juan understood, he continued to play handsome in his pocket, but this time he didn't ignore the eyes from the self-teacher.

The relationship between Rafael and Mourinho is actually very good, because Mourinho loves his work very much, and no one can ignore his dedication to the team, nor should anyone despise him.

So the vice-captain raised his eyebrows and asked the teaching assistant, "Did I interfere with your work?"

must!Mourinho certainly thinks this guy is interfering with his work-if he is the head coach.

The real head coach didn't say anything, how could Mourinho be honest with such a high emotional intelligence?He just exposed his dimples, and covered his mouth in the next second to cover them, "Rafa, this game is very special to you?"

Rafael didn't think it would be embarrassing to admit this, he nodded generously, "Yes, this game is as special as my debut in the five major leagues in Deportivo and my first appearance on behalf of the Argentine national team."

Mourinho joked: "It's a coincidence that the games that have special meaning to you are all away games."

The reason why it is called a joke is because Rafael was booed by [-] Argentine fans when he represented Argentina for the first time, and it was not until he performed a face-slapping work that he shut up his fans.

Raphael was noncommittal and seemed quite boring, but that was also the appearance.

Mourinho teased him with a smile, "Your lining, when we found out, we thought you were going to show love to some girl, or dedicated it to Ronnie. 'Rose' is your father, and Ronnie is your favorite." Then you will have a girl you love in the future, what are you going to do to impress her heart?"

Seeing that Raphael didn't answer, Mourinho smiled and raised his hand to rub the hair of this boy who didn't know love in his eyes, "Who will tame a fox like you?"

Clinker, the next moment Raphael actually answered him, and that answer made him speechless for a moment——

"My little prince."

The last person who dared to ridicule Rafael's relationship problems like this was actually his silicon-based friend.

"Rabbit" once asked him, "Finally one day you will usher in love. At that time, will you be a rose or a little prince?"

Raphael now told him the answer, he was just a fox.

Mourinho was shocked by this answer at that moment, but the next second he felt that there was nothing wrong with the answer. In the final analysis, his question was off the mark.

So he immediately restored his smile and blessed: "Your fans all over the world want to be your little prince."

Raphael smiled back and turned his gaze to the court.

The reason why he let Juan come forward was because Abbiati seemed to be on the line after he left the field, all kinds of high and low gears. Under the command of Maldini, Milan's defense line seemed to be crumbling, but it was actually solid.

The dense defense is not easy to break, and the 4:0 lead also makes the teammates on the field lack the motivation to continue to score.This is actually related to the special relationship between the two clubs in Milan - although it seems that everyone wants to kill their opponents, the two clubs are really hard to say that they are mortal enemies.

Business can be done, one stadium is used, and the Milan duo is full of flamboyant operations, but what Raphael wants is not to rush through the game in such a waste of time.

As Mourinho said, he wanted a perfect game to remember.So he communicated his attitude to Juan, and he communicated that to all his teammates.

Juan worked very hard, but still couldn't catch Simeone.Of course, it may be that I dare not.However, in stoppage time, he also had an excellent opportunity to try a long shot from outside the penalty area. It was a beautiful shot, but it was a pity that he still failed to penetrate Abbiati's ten fingers.

This made Juan's expression very disappointed.

But Mourinho saw the smile on Rafael's lips. Although it was very reserved and fleeting, in the eyes of the Portuguese assistant coach, it had the charm of old Robson-yes, the old gentleman usually looks like this Rafael and Ronaldo.

After the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game, only the applause and cheers of the Nerazzurri fans were left in the audience. After Juan and his teammates came to the North Stand to bid farewell, they heard a huge roar from behind. cheer.

Accompanied by the flashing lights of the reporters who had already entered the stadium and the deafening shouts of the fans, who else could it be if not Raphael, who was slowly walking towards them with a winter jacket?

Their vice-captain waved to the fans in the face of wild cheers, screams and hysterical shouts from the fans behind him. The next moment Juan found that Rafael threw the cold jacket in his hand at him.

Juan was about to jump for joy!

Just as he was about to take it, a figure suddenly burst out, quickly grabbed the clothes, and then ran away!

Juan was stunned for a moment, then ran away in the next step, still yelling the bastard's name in his mouth!

"Andrea! Give it back, you bastard!"

"Hey hey hey!"

Raphael was amused by these two guys, and when he waved to the fans, his clothes were suddenly ripped off.

When he looked back, Cannavaro hugged one arm, and the next moment Pagliuca locked his other arm.

If there was only the former, Raphael would have withdrawn his hand unceremoniously, but there is still Pagliuca...

He still gave face to their respected old father in the team.

"The treat will wait until tomorrow." Raphael obviously understands the tricks of these sand sculpture teammates.But he is not stingy, and he is not stingy to treat his teammates to dinner.

"No, no, no." Cannavaro shook his head wildly, and several other people shook their heads around him. "Just inviting us to dinner is not enough."

Cannavaro said.

All the teammates behind him nodded in unison, like a group of nodding bugs.

Raphael looked at these nods, and saw that they were still looking at him with a smile, so he could only look at Cannavaro who was elected by these guys to negotiate.

"We want to meet His Excellency Commodore General, you have to satisfy our curiosity. But is this jersey of yours shown to Ronnie?" Cannavaro, who has no children, asked, he was extremely curious.

"Okay." Raphael accepted the "condition" frankly, so that a group of people were surprised first and then happy, and then a group of people shouted "Long live the vice team" after being surprised.

The cheers were also transmitted to the unknown fans in the stands behind them. Although everyone didn't know what happened, it didn't prevent them from praising the vice-captain in the slightest.

At this moment, even Pirlo ran back panting, followed by a follower.

Raphael glanced at the follower, and saw that the follower had already put on a cold jacket, and he didn't know who won the battle between the two just now.

After thanking the fans again, Rafael and everyone left the field one after another, which made him surrounded by a lot of reporters.

Rafael was escorted by many teammates, and waved to the reporters at the moment, "Sorry, I won't be interviewed today, and I won't attend the post-match press conference. I just want to spend this moment with my family."

The reporters were not surprised by this. Although they really wanted to force the microphone in front of Raphael, considering Raphael's force value, the reporters could only choose to follow the rules.

But an Argentine reporter suddenly shouted: "Rafa! Will you change your surname? Will you regret playing for Argentina? Does your heart still belong to Pampas?"

This is obviously a question that only Argentine journalists can ask, but it is the focus of all journalists' attention!

No matter how much wealth Rafael has, no matter how legendary his father is, no matter how smart and beautiful his sister is, Rafael is now standing inside the San Siro stadium, he is a top player in the world and is the only focus of the night !

Raphael stopped in his tracks and looked at the reporter.

His eyes seemed to have magic power, making the colleagues around the Argentine journalists avoid him one after another, making him the focus.

The reporter raised his head and looked at him, "I am a reporter from Ole, and this is a concern of all Argentines!"

"Ole" is the most professional sports newspaper in Argentina, and also the most national.

"The first point," Raphael looked down into his eyes, his eyes were as sharp as ever, but more sincere, "I don't know why I want to change my last name, it's very important to me, because it means I have two most important family members."

"Secondly, I have never regretted wearing the blue and white jersey, it is my dream."

"Thirdly, I love Argentina, I love football, I can give her everything.

— but not my family.I am just like everyone else, I am an ordinary person, I also care about my family, I want to protect every family member, and I never want them to be hurt in any way. "

The reporter looked at Rafael, and it took two seconds before he said, "Do you want to protect your mother?"

The air at the scene froze in an instant. Rafael glanced at the work card hanging around his neck, remembered his name, and said, "I hardly had any communication with her, nor did she have any communication, but she never accepted it." Any media interviews, not talking about anything about me, I think it's not easy."

Raphael looked at the reporters around him, "It's like I didn't want to accept your interview, but it makes sense to have to answer your questions here."

The reporters looked awkward, and the Argentine reporter named Jose Manuel Barroso smiled wryly: "I'm sorry."

Raphael nodded, "If I can do something for her, I think it is to mention her less and not disturb her life, she has her family."

Does this count as protection?

Raphael didn't have an answer, but he hoped that this was the way they got along with each other - not to disturb each other, to be well.

The author has something to say: It feels wrong, so I simply rewrote this chapter.Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~