ball magic

Aimar is a good boy who goes to bed early and gets up early. He prepared a breakfast for himself after waking up early today.

Unlike Inter Milan, Valencia's game this week was played on Saturday. Because of the devil's schedule, he only had half a day off. There is still a training session waiting for him at 10 o'clock this morning.

While preparing breakfast, he turned on the radio to listen to BBC broadcasts, both to pass the time and to practice English.

A second ago, the BBC was still paying attention to the Nasdaq Composite Index. When his toast jumped up, the host changed the topic to Hughes.

Aimar immediately stretched his ears.

"Yesterday Albert Hughes was at the San Siro to watch the Milan derby. Raphael scored a hat-trick to help the team... and after the hat-trick Raphael..."

After Aimar mixed the salad and put the cod on a plate, the host said: "After the game, Hughes also visited the Inter Milan dressing room and took a photo with Rafael, club chairman Moratti, and coach Bobby Robson. It got 100 million likes in less than two hours, setting a new record for the fastest one million likes on Network. This morning Hughes uploaded a photo of himself and Raphael on his Network, and it took only 51 minutes. broke the record..."

Aimar immediately dropped the wooden bowl with the salad, and rushed upstairs. He opened the newly bought notebook, refreshed the webpage, and saw the recommended photo with "HOT" floating on the homepage after a few seconds.

He saw that Rafa at a glance!

Was he 1 year old, or a little more?Doesn't look as old as Louis.

Perhaps it was because of his young age that his blond hair was so light that it had no ability to modify his round head. He sat among his toys, raised his chin slightly, and had to say that this proud The expression and arrogant eyes already have his current charm, so that he looks like a little prince sitting on the world, and some people bow to him and listen to the king's order.

Who listens to his orders and goes for him?It was his young father who was holding a small bowl, holding a small spoon, smiling ingratiatingly, only looking at the praise and coaxing him softly, loving him just like loving the world.

While sharing the photo, the young dad wrote: "The prince who is omnipotent on the court, there are moments when he doesn't want to take medicine. May the injury stay away from you, and the goddess of victory loves you."

When Aimar saw this photo for the first time, he laughed almost immediately. After he read these words one by one, and then looked at the proud and smelly little prince in the photo, he was already entangled with various feelings.

He tried to call Rafael, but in the end he just retweeted and left a comment—

"Mr. Hughes, can we see more?"

Even though he has seen Rafael's family photo album, he is still not satisfied, and he is as eager to see more as Rafael fans all over the world.And Rafa at that time was really unbelievably cute, he was almost the cutest baby he had ever seen!Louis, who was once the favorite in his heart, also has a place to retreat...

After the game day, Rafael will let himself lie in bed. Some people may not understand his rare lazy style, knock on the door panel, and call him earnestly, "Rafa! Rafa! Xiangxiang! Louis Xiangxiang!"

In this way, Raphael left the quilt that he was nostalgic for in winter, casually tore off the nightgown he had thrown on the stool at the end of the bed, put it on, walked to the door with bare feet and opened the door, and saw the kid pounce on him legs, hugged her, raised her face with a smile and said, "Rafa, Xiangxiang!"

Raphael picked him up and looked at him. Obviously, he was bathed when he woke up. The curly hair was blown clean, and he was put on new clean clothes. His whole body was fragrant and soft.

Raphael kissed his forehead and praised him for its fragrance.

Louis was satisfied, and clamored to go down to find Juan, and he wanted to hear Juan praise him.

Before putting him down, Raphael asked, "What about him?"

Hughes?The kid repeated it once, as if puzzled, Raphael flicked the idiot's nose, but the next moment the kid seemed to remember who Hughes was, and he jumped up excitedly, "Hughes! Take a shower! Hugh S and Louis take a shower together!"

Raphael said a few more words of home with him, and then asked the little guy to wake Juan up.

The little guy likes this job very much, and he can do it perfectly. As soon as he sent the kid, he saw him banging on Juan's door.

It took about half a minute for the unlucky ghost who was connected with him to come out of the room, wearing slippers, and when he saw Louis, he let out an "oh", like a lament or a complaint, but he kissed him in the next second Kissed Louis on the cheek, then waved him good morning.

Raphael nodded, said good morning, then glanced at the door next door, only to find that it was closed, so he simply went downstairs.

Just after going down a few stairs, I heard Byron talking with Sean, while Hughes was sitting on the single sofa with a coffee cup in front of him and a notebook on his lap, seeming to be surfing the Internet.

"Good morning, Rafa!" Byron greeted him.

As soon as Raphael nodded, he heard a rattling sound behind him. He immediately turned his head and saw Louis walked to the steps and was carefully holding the wall to go down the stairs.

This reckless child was very careful at this moment, Raphael avoided it, and saw the kid descending slowly, and smiled triumphantly when he was on the same level as him.

Rafa went down two more steps and waited for him, and the little guy followed behind him slowly.

Everyone watched this scene with a smile, and the little ghost walked down the stairs step by step slowly, then ran around the living room excitedly like a child, not forgetting to greet everyone happily, until Byron got stuck here, and he looked at Byron suspiciously, as if he finally realized that he couldn't remember his name.

Byron introduced himself to the children very seriously, at this time Raphael walked towards the coffee machine, and he was going to make himself a cup of coffee.

When he finished the double concentrate, took it to the dining table and sat down, he saw the bundle of newspapers near him.

Usually Rafael would not watch these, because the people around him would spoil the news in advance, or "broadcast" while eating, but this time it was different, because he saw the big picture of Gazzetta dello Sport at a glance!

There were two pictures on the headline, one of which made him squint for a few seconds, and the other was a picture of him pulling up the lining and looking up at the VIP box.

"It's a good shot, isn't it? I took it for many years, and I was also an unlucky ghost at the time..." Byron leaned over and said, "Anyway, I wasn't happy to go there at the time, and as soon as I passed by, I The goddamn boss almost killed us, and then I partnered with this guy, and I took a lot of pictures of you, and I tried to change your diaper..."

He finally shut up, after Rafael rudely slapped the newspaper on his face.

"My face is not a wall..." Byron complained.

"But I want to gag you." Raphael threatened.

Xiaopingtou immediately served him breakfast, as if using this action to remind him, the boss—shut up.This made Raphael give Xiaoping an uneasy look.

Xiaoping shrugged his shoulders and said in dry English: "My dad even took a photo of me playing with my penis. Did I say anything?"

This made the men in the room burst into laughter, and Raphael was speechless, not understanding why the Chinese could speak such words so naturally.

After breakfast, Raphael picked up Byron's notebook and swiped the Network to know what Hughes had written.

He pursed his lips slightly, Hughes pointed and said, "Look at these?"

Raphael glanced at it, and saw Curly's message - this guy has been sent to the front row by netizens!But I don't know if it's because of getting up early or because of Redondo and Bergomi who have more fans.

[Redondo: @Raphael10 little angel will not shy away from illness and avoid medical treatment, let alone take medicine and endure hardship, to be a good boy? ps: The most beautiful thing in life is reunion, and I send you my best wishes. 】

Seriously, preaching tone, this is obviously what Redondo would do.

[Bergomi: So he has been like this since he was a child?To be honest, our photographer @MarioGomez should have dozens of rolls of tape in hand for photos like this. [狗头.jpg]]

"Your captain is very interesting." Hughes laughed, and he laughed the moment he saw it.

Raphael snorted, and replied directly using Hughes' account: [Wake up at 4 in the morning?Lead by example? 】

In reply to Redondo: [I think little Fernando is your good boy. ps: I am very glad that you can say such a thing, and I welcome you to Milan as a guest. 】

Of course, curly hair is also indispensable: [Call me back after the training. 】

Juan hugged Louis who wanted to watch the excitement behind Raphael and watched together. After reading these replies, he laughed and laughed, and he stopped smiling after getting his glare. "Innocently" said: "I just think you It is reasonable for Aite not to reply to everyone."

Because Rafa is a jerk!

Tsundere Rafa, facing people online, this scene is not to mention how joyful it is!

Raphael glared at him, and Hughes mentioned him at the right time, "Are you going to the shooting range?"

Raphael immediately put the notebook on the coffee table, obviously this proposal was more to his liking than cleaning up Juan.

Byron wanted to bring his own DV, but Raphael did not refuse. When Byron came to the shooting range, he happened to see Hughes filling the magazine.

Hughes wasn't as good at semi-automatic walking guns as Raphael, and to be fair, they all used manual guns.At this moment, Hughes was saying to Rafael: "Do you want to bet something interesting?"

Raphael looked at him with a youthful and confident gaze.

"We shoot moving targets, and whoever has the worst grades has to answer a question from the other side. How?" Hughes said.

Raphael suddenly lost interest.

He dismantled the magazine and threw it on the table, and said coldly, "I'm not a baby with questions, I'm not interested in asking my defeated generals any questions."

"Then what are you betting on?" Hughes asked with a smile, as if he wasn't surprised by Raphael's reaction.

"I'm not interested in this either." Raphael looked at him with lonely eyes, "It's enough to win you."

Obviously, he is only interested in winning himself than the additional "trophies" after winning him.

Hughes still smiled, "Okay, then it's just a matter of winning or losing."

The two installed mufflers, and Eric acted as a target announcer. They each had 10 rounds.

Juan can usually play a few rounds, and he has seen Eric and the others being dealt with by Rafael, but at this moment the father-son competition still makes him very excited, and he has to keep his mouth shut and not make a sound.

Byron was much calmer. He held his chest with one hand and rested his chin with the other, when Sean poked him.

He glanced at Sean, and Sean asked, "Do you want to bet?"

"No, never." Byron shook his head like a fan, "I'm not interested in this."

The words were so serious that Raphael snorted coldly, he's not interested!It is clearly because of this that he has suffered a lot!

Byron: "?"

For me?How did you know?No, why do you know everything!

The result of this father-son competition only took a few minutes. Eric, the target reporter, is very competent. He didn't need to calculate the average score at all, because when Rafael was shooting, he always shouted "10 rings! 10 rings! 10 rings..."

What is this?

Hughes looked at Raphael, saw that he took back the cartridge case indifferently, asked him to snatch it, and locked it together.

"How's your shotgun going?" Hughes asked.

"It's just not bad. He is now focusing on this aspect, saying that after retiring, maybe he can score a gold medal for Argentina with this." Sean said quickly, and also rolled his eyes for his quick mouth.

"It's a good idea, but are you thinking about your life after retirement so soon?" Hughes looked at his son. His son was obviously only 18 years old, and he was already the strongest in a field. He didn't like this Arrogant, not supercilious, actually already preparing for retirement?

Yes, even if he is Raphael’s father, Hughes can’t read his son at this moment.

And this question made Raphael look at him, and said with a little sarcasm: "You are only in your 40s, should you also consider your own re-employment? Or do you want to continue to be a special agent of the intelligence agency?" Advisors, living off their special allowance?"

Hughes: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Is it really good to treat your old father like this?

Raphael then looked at Byron: "I have a company in the UK, and I just need someone to manage the accounts. It's just right for you to go."

Byron wondered what this has to do with me!I don't want to work yet!I want to be a writer, a writer!But he saw Xiao En's envious eyes, so he asked casually, "What company? What position? What salary?"

"CFO of the Iglesias Foundation, with an annual salary of... $50? Forget it, you can talk to the CEO."

It's November 1998, gentlemen.

$50 million?

Even Byron is a man who has handled countless funds, and usually the numbers only make the difference to him, but that is before he retires.

Now?

Byron asked decisively, "Who is the CEO?"

Raphael raised his chin slightly and motioned, "He."

Byron followed the direction of his chin gesture, and exploded the next moment! "You! You! You! Why you again! Why always you!"

The old boss who had eaten him for many years raised his eyebrows at this moment and said: "Even if the salary is doubled, it is already very high, so 30 US dollars a year is not bad, considering that you have always been lazy and slippery, and did not follow orders... "

"Shut up, shut up! I'm your son who poached the corner himself, don't cut my salary for no reason!"

"Then why don't you let him negotiate the contract with you in person?"

Byron was about to cry.

Hughes looked at the smile in Raphael's eyes and sighed in his heart.He hasn't had a good talk with his little angel about the past, and he is about to be pushed out of the door by his son.