ball magic

During the winter break, the old Robson also had to celebrate the holidays. Of course, he had to go home during the holidays. Of course, going home refers to the home in Newcastle in the northeastern part of England.

That's why the old gentleman knew right away that the bad boy Raphael had flown to London without saying a word, and in such a high-profile way - he took a chartered flight and brought more than 30 security personnel with him.

Not to mention, among a bunch of tall and short people wearing the same hats, sunglasses and masks, even he couldn't find Raphael.

But this is too much nonsense!The old man thought, I don't even care about the mess between you and Aimar, but don't be so high-profile!

Mrs. Elsie was very happy, "The child came to see his father, right? This is a good thing. I am still worried that he will not be able to get along well with his father."

Old Robson could only smile, smile, nod, nod, the high status of the family was evident.

They went home, and their son Martin's family also came to visit them, and old Robson was stalked by children, both boys and girls were asking him similar questions——

Are you going back to England?

Can Raphael represent England?

Will you bring Raphael to England to play football?

Listen, listen, what is popularity.

The old man could only answer a series of "don't know", and when the children were disappointed, he said that they might see Raphael after Christmas.

This got the kids excited!Jumped up excitedly!

The old Robson was full of joy and joked to his son: "Remember to ask for leave, if you still have vacation time."

His beloved son Martin could only smile and said, "I will take them with me, do you want to treat us to Argentine roast beef?"

Mrs. Elsie laughed immediately, and the children were already discussing whether the roast beef was from Raphael's shop.

As the boys were tricked by Mrs Elsie's gingerbread man biscuits, Robson Sr. chatted with his son about his current job, his beloved Newcastle club, Alan Shearer - the city hero.

They chatted endlessly and enjoyed the rare time of family affection between father and son in a year. As a result, the BBC's spotlight caught Martin's attention. After realizing it, the old Robson looked at the TV and was shocked.

It was a situation broadcast where a bunch of photos were made into a slideshow, and he recognized the bad boy who couldn't be recognized in the crowd at a glance!

That bad boy was dragging his suitcase and walking side by side with Aimar. He didn't look like those black super security guards in suits and ties at the airport, and made the world discuss his past as a "black maniac" again?

As a result, everything behind left old Robson dumbfounded.

It's fine to pet Louis, he also loves that child deeply, but Raphael actually... actually loves dogs so much?He swore that he had never seen Raphael give Javier such a look, not even Juan and Pirlo!

This photojournalist's ability should be very good. Even though he took continuous shots, he clearly showed Raphael's small expression, especially the eyes in which he took off his sunglasses. Such gentle eyes even gave him a little illusion—this child Since you can be so gentle, you should also be gentle with your partner in the future, right?

The business ability of "The Sun" is obviously extremely outstanding. Taking advantage of this opportunity, they also showed a wave of their past homework.

Those were pictures of Hughes and Louis.

There are those who walk their dogs, those who stop to watch knights galloping past, those who feed swans, and those who visit the Christmas market...

These photos also made the old Robson's lips curl up, very pleased.

These photos are enough to prove Hughes' love for Raphael, aren't they?This special lord obviously cherished getting along with Louis so much because of the time he missed.

"What a lovely child..." Martin said with emotion.

Old Robson smiled proudly, "Louis is really cute. I prepared a Christmas present for him. If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have given it to Rafa. I should have brought it back to England..."

Martin shook his head and interrupted the old father's "complaint", "You better think about your player bringing his rumored boyfriend back to meet his father..."

"What does that matter?" The old Robson said lightly: "They didn't directly disclose it, as long as they played well. In fact, Moratti sent scouts to investigate Aimar. His performance in Valencia was really outstanding. , but unfortunately we already have Rafael in his place. It would not be a smart move to buy him to Inter."

Martin: =mouth=

Moratti, is it so weird?

Isn't the correct way to beat the mandarin ducks with sticks, or just pretend that you don't know?He actually wants them to get along day and night?

This this……

"This is to please Raphael?" Martin guessed, he could only guess like this.

"Yes, he was afraid that Rafa would leave, but I think he was overthinking it. Rafael loves the club - maybe more than the fans. But it's a good sign. He's not short of money and he's an important player. Emotional child. When money is no longer important, let the fans tie his heart is the right thing to do," said Robson Sr.

"You told him so?" asked Martin.

"I just told him that Rafa needs a lot of love," Robson Sr. emphasized, "a lot."

"Then he will definitely not come to England to play football." Martin said regretfully, "There is no president who loves players more than Moratti in the entire football world."

Old Robson nodded slightly, as if agreeing with his son's judgment.He then pointed to the TV and said, "I want those pictures, how do I get them? Can you do it? No, I have to find Jose."

Martin: "..."

If it wasn't for looking at his face, he knew that this couldn't be my brother who was left behind, I would definitely...

Aimar was a little in awe of this huge Grade II listed building with a history of more than a century, but everything was dismissed by Louis.

After the kid had had enough of playing with Corporal Bart's belly, he took his hand and was about to show off his treasures in the living room.

Raphael took the suitcase in his hand, tore off his backpack and handed it to Corporal Bart, "Good boy, go to Louis."

Corporal Bart, who was squatting on the ground, looked at him with some hesitation, because although Raphael praised it as a "good boy", he gave it clear instructions.

Corporal Bart doesn't think his status is lower than him, and he wants to obey his orders. It looked at the leader, and then heard Hughes say to it: "Bart, be obedient."

Corporal Bart immediately drooped his ears, picked up the Umbro bag and hurried to the living room, accepting the fact that his status in the group was lower than this new two-legged beast.

The dog that grabbed Raphael's attention left. Hughes looked at his son expectantly. Raphael pursed his lips slightly and leaned over to give him a hug.

Hughes couldn't restrain his smile at this moment. He rubbed his son's neck affectionately, then kissed his son lightly on the face, and said frankly, "I'm glad you can come, I'm very happy."

Raphael twitched the corner of his mouth slightly as a response, and then extended his hand to Byron.

It has to be said that Byron has accepted the fact that he has some special status. He smiled and gave Raphael a big hug under Hughes' subtle gaze, and deliberately kissed Raphael's other half of the face.

Raphael was kissed obediently by him just like that.

Wow!

This fact and Hughes' expression made Byron's heart burst with joy!

"How is your story written? Has the third volume been completed?" Raphael asked his adoptive father.

"Of course!" Byron said eagerly, "But I haven't modified it yet, because I'm still thinking about some details..."

Hughes pursed his lips, he should have kicked this guy's ass, you talk too much!

When they came to the living room, Aimar was already playing football with the little guy, but Corporal Bart was always watching Aimar vigilantly, which gave him a certain amount of psychological pressure.

"Rafa! Rafa! Kick the ball!" Luis immediately asked Rafael to join his big toy.

Raphael walked over without saying a word, squatted down and said, "I'll be the goalkeeper and see who of you scores first."

Louis is even more excited!

In his little head, he already understands that scoring a goal is victory, and he wants to beat Rafa!Beat Papa too!

After playing with the guy for a while, when he was exhausted and drinking milk to replenish his energy, Hughes gave them a tour of the house himself, interspersed with the little guy's comments.

Raphael can see that many places here are different from what he remembers. While retaining the tradition, there are also some modern and thoughtful details.

"Want to see Louis' nursery?" Hughes asked expectantly.

Rafael nodded, and said to Aimar: "It is said that I lived there for a few days."

"Not just," Hughes said, "you lived there for a while when you were a baby, and you lived here for over a month when you were a little over a year old, and I took some pictures."

Aimar saw a trace of surprise on Raphael's face, and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

The baby room is very close to the master bedroom on the third floor. It is a big room. It is not so much a baby room as it is a small fantasy castle for a boy.

There are countless toys here, from Louis's small hand to a car that is longer than his height, some children's musical instruments, and even a drum kit...

But what attracted Aimar's feet involuntarily was the various photos on the wall that were clipped with small clips.

Some are Polaroids, some are wrapped in plastic, with traces of time, that is Louis, and there is Raphael.

Raphael raised his eyes and saw a six-inch photo hanging on a conspicuous place, in which his stupid self was peeing naked!

Why is this kind of photo that should be directly destroyed being hung up in a grand manner?

Is there something wrong with this?

Hughes obviously didn't agree with his idea. These photos seemed to be his purpose. He almost couldn't wait to talk to Raphael about those past times, where each photo was taken, how many days he was born at that time...

Aimar held back his laughter, and took Louis from Rafael's arms to accompany him to play with toys, which was considered to preserve Rafael's self-esteem.

This guy doesn't enjoy himself being cuter than the little angel painted by the Italian painter with the same name, and he doesn't care whether fans all over the world praise him as the most beautiful and cutest boy when these photos are spread on the Internet. Looks like he just wants to destroy the body, but he won't let him do that.

"Papa! Papa kiss!" Louis dropped the bottle, pouting his little mouth that was still stained with milk.

Aimar subconsciously touched his pocket to find a handkerchief, and there was a bright yellow solid-color handkerchief in front of him.

"Thank you, Mr. Byron." Raphael thanked with a smile, wiped Louis' small mouth, and kissed Louis twice.

Byron interjected, "You know me? Did Rafa tell you about it?"

Aimar rolled his eyes with a smile, "Yes, he read your work to me, and I am very much looking forward to its publication, so that I can enjoy this story anytime."

read aloud?

His children's literature turned into a hypnotic bedtime story for the young couple who told each other their hearts out?

But Byron still laughed, because he knew that if he didn't really like it, Raphael would definitely not use this to coax his lover.

They chatted for a while, and then each was assigned a room.

Aimar thought his guest room would be on the second floor, but it turned out to be on the third floor, next to Rafael's room.

The lunch was very rich, and the chef was good at Italian and French dishes, which perfectly filled Raphael's stomach.

Afterwards, Aimar was a little sleepy. He had the habit of taking a nap, but Luis, who was yawning all over the place, threw himself into his arms, "Papa! Luis is going to sleep, and Papa Lafa is going to sleep with Luis."

Aimar's face flushed instantly, and even the tips of his ears were hot.

Raphael didn't look at the old father's expression at all, and calmly hugged Louis, whose upper body was on Aimar's chest and lower body was still stepping on the child chair, took Aimar by the hand, turned and said to the old father and adoptive father: "We Go take a nap and see you this afternoon."

Aimar's legs were going to be weak, and he really didn't have the courage to look at Hughes and Byron's eyes, but at this moment Raphael picked up Louis with one hand, put his arm around his waist with the other, and brought him to the stairs.

The old butler stood silently in the corner, his presence thinner than air.

Byron glanced at Hughes carefully, and was surprised to find that the old father whose son came out in this way remained calm.

"Will you talk to him about this?" Byron couldn't help asking.

He is curious!

Hughes shook his head, "He just announced it to me, it's an announcement, and he doesn't need to ask for my opinion."

"Poor old father." Byron sighed endlessly. Being a father is also very difficult.

Hughes looked upstairs, as if he could penetrate layers of barriers.

His son returned to this family again, what could be more important than that?

Luis fell asleep happily snuggled up next to Aimar.

Raphael put down the fairy tale picture book "The Rose Tree", and met Aimar's eyes.

"Is it okay?" Emma asked softly.

"I thought you were fearless," Rafael leaned over, looking down at his deer, "when you posted that photo."

Aimar smiled, raised his neck, and kissed Rafael lightly on the corner of his mouth, "I don't regret it—but I'm a little nervous, he is your father."

Raphael bent down and gradually approached. When the tip of their noses touched and their breaths blended, he announced, "It is because he is my father that I brought you to see him."

When the distance between their lips was negative, the sleeping old Robson heard the latest report from the BBC: "The latest news from the winter window transfer market, Manchester United have reached a consensus with Lazio on the transfer of Nesta , Nesta's transfer is estimated to be 1500 million pounds. Nesta has already flown to Manchester to undergo a medical examination. Manchester United team reporter Donahue said that as long as Nesta passes the medical examination, the newly injured Nesta will be undergoing a medical examination After passing, receive individual training in Carrington...Manchester United will make an official announcement after the winter window officially opens..."

Old Robson opened his eyes when he heard the second sentence.

Sixteen million pounds, Nesta?

Was his old friend kidnapping his boss?

Edwards - wink if you get kidnapped by that red-nosed old man!

The author has something to say: Nesta was seriously injured after the 98 World Cup. He was injured for half a year, and now he can be considered a bargain hunter.

But as Lazio's key player, it is estimated that no matter how much the price is, Nesta's recovery is still very good. If it is not a transfer, he will stay in Lazio as his team captain.