ball magic

Rafael decided to relocate his family, and Javier was thinking about his life after going to Spain. Obviously, they were not worried that the third family member would refuse and be dissatisfied.

After filling his stomach, Raphael gave Javier an order to organize the messy things, found a notebook by himself, and started to make a list.

Unlike in the past, when he had logistics to clean up and prepare for his future, he had to plan everything for his family by himself.

He has a strong desire to control the life of himself and his family, and he can't afford to lose!

About an hour later, although the "five-color sun" belonging to Argentina was still hanging in the sky, the light in the house was already very dim, and Javier consciously turned on the light.

He didn't know what his younger brother was writing, and he didn't dare to ask, he only knew that his younger brother must be in a bad mood, so in order not to get beaten, it's better to keep his mouth shut.

Oh, it's not that he doesn't want to comfort Raphael, but it's better to leave this kind of thing to Veronica.

At this time, there was a movement at the door of the house, as if someone was walking, and then someone knocked on the door.

Raphael looked up, and Javier immediately went to open the door.

He didn't think that when his brother was at home, there would be any unscrupulous football hooligans who would take the initiative to send him to his door.

The moment the door opened, Javier's expression was a little subtle, he thought he had read it wrong!

The visitor has a very exaggerated curly curly hair and a pair of friendly big eyes. When he sees him, he smiles and greets him, "Hi, hello, is it right that Raphael lives here?"

Javier stared at him, then shouted into the room: "Rafael, Rafael, someone is looking for you."

Of course he knew this guy, and he actually wanted to ask him if he came to laugh at his brother!

But he looked very friendly, and he was still a weak little man with no helper, his face was not as long as his own hand, and he was not dangerous.

If he dares to talk rubbish to Rafael, he dares to beat him!

Raphael raised his eyebrows, dropped the pencil end and walked to the door. With just one glance, he recognized who the afro was.

Although his hairstyle is ugly, he has a good-looking face, which is deeply loved by female fans.

It belonged to "Joker" Aimar.

This is not a name that resounds in football like Maradona, but it will resound throughout Argentina in 2 years.

"Why are you here?" Raphael asked coldly, also with a trace of curiosity.

Aimar played for River Plate U15 and is the core of this River Plate youth team.

There is no friendship between him and Aimar, but they are hostile to each other-Boca and River Plate are the deadliest enemies among the deadly enemies. The fight between the two brothers in the same city is known as the most popular derby and the number one derby in the world.The two teams' hatred for each other carried over to every echelon.It was precisely because of losing such a game that he was completely kicked out. Today, some football hooligans took the opportunity to make trouble.

"Would you like to come to the river bed for trial training?" Aimar said, his voice was as small as his own, he raised his neck, and looked at Rafael, who was more than a head taller than him, with big eyes.

This height made him a little sad, he remembered that they were almost the same height half a year ago.

"I recommended you to the coach and he said you can come and try and figure out why you suddenly don't seem to be able to play football - I don't want to offend you."

Raphael was rarely surprised by anything, but at this moment he was indeed surprised.

He could say something to make the kid cry and go home, but in the end he just sneered, "Boy, I don't know who brought you here, you'd better go home now."

"River Plate players are not welcome here." Raphael pointed to the wall that had been severely damaged.

Aimar followed his fingers and stared at the sentence "Raising a bastard like you is to feed the chickens!" There was a few seconds of silence.

He has a very introverted personality and is not good at dealing with people. Even in the team, he only has one friend, but he still begged a friend of a friend and took the risk to come here.

Boca and River Plate are opposites in various senses, but the simplest understanding is the team supported by the poor and the rich.

This is a slum, and it is impossible to welcome him.

Raphael also looked at him for a few seconds, then took a step forward.

Aimar took a step back subconsciously, and saw that Rafael had walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

With this interruption, Aimar swallowed the words he had just formed into his stomach again.Raphael, who had already taken two steps forward, was already staring at him with those gray-blue eyes, urging, "Hurry up!"

Emma followed behind him silently.

Raphael took him for a few tens of meters, changed to another alley, and said coldly, "Boy, drink more milk to grow taller, it's better than meddling in your own business."

"Longer" obviously hurt the little Aimar, he immediately dropped the organized words and glared at his back, "That's better than becoming a stupid big guy who can't play football!"

Raphael turned around with cold eyes.

Aimar was not afraid of him, even though Rafael had shoveled him half a year ago and let him raise him for two weeks!He stared back bravely!

Raphael's eyes fell on his feet, and after staring at them for a few seconds, he looked at Aimar's face meaningfully and said, "That's better than having a pair of small feet."

Aimar, who is 14 years old, puberty, short, and has small feet, was poked by him with incomparable precision on his "painful foot", and his face instantly turned red!

Aimar was racking his brains to fight back, but Raphael turned around and continued walking, only the voice reminded him, "Hurry up, keep up!"

Aimar angrily followed behind him, walking quite strenuously.

On the opposite side is a long leg of more than 180 centimeters, he is just a short man of 160 centimeters...

Aimar watched him skillfully lead himself through the path, and it took a while to realize what Rafael was doing—he was sending him out!

It took all the courage to set foot in the most terrifying slum in South America, but the guide ran away before he knocked on the door, and Aimar found that he didn't have to worry about how to get back.

So it's still a nice guy, as good as he's ever been...

Aimar looked at his back with a little envy. It is really exaggerated to be so tall for half a year, and even the dribbling has become bad...

How about giving him some?

His eyes looked at those sprinting feet again, and he was sincerely envious of the size, and then his eyes began to move up, and he began to envy his height again.

Yes, he is envious.

It was because of envy that he came here.Because he understands the pain of a small person wanting to grow taller, and also understands the pain of growing too tall and becoming no longer good at handling the ball.

Even if they were rivals.

Even if he was injured by this guy for 2 weeks.

After more than ten minutes, Raphael took him to a dangerous building that seemed to be supported by several houses. The house looked crumbling, which made Aimar a little panicked.

But when he climbed up, he realized that he was actually standing on the road—strictly speaking, the road was built on the roof...

"Get lost." Raphael said impatiently.

Aimar shook his head, looked up at him with those big innocent Bambi-like eyes, "Come to the river bed, I've made an agreement with the coach, he said you can try to play forward."

Raphael sneered, "I don't belong to Boca, but I don't belong to River Plate either."

Emma lowered her head sadly.

He's not from Buenos Aires, he's just a small-town boy. Although he plays in Boca, his father wants him to be a doctor.

It has only been half a year since he joined River Plate, but he has already deeply realized that the confrontation between Boca and River Plate is not only in the first team, but also in the echelons of all ages.But he has not yet become a "qualified" river plate player, and the object that the coach uses to compare, stimulate and encourage him has no ball to play...

Even so, he refused his invitation.

Emma was a little sad.

"Get out!" Raphael urged again, as if impatient to the extreme.

"Will you give up football?" Aimar looked up, his caramel-colored eyes were impatient, "Just because you grew taller? You didn't do anything wrong!"

Raphael took a deep look at him, turned around, and jumped down onto the terrace.

He stared up at Aimar, who was squatting on the side of the road and looked down at him, "Why would I give up football? Just because I'm damn taller?"

This sentence, which was like a repeater, made Aimar deeply satisfied. He laughed, and then waved his hand, "Then I know, goodbye, we will see you again."

After he finished speaking, he ran out of Raphael's field of vision, like a fawn that was not afraid of underage predators, easily escaping.

Raphael stood on the terrace for a long time without moving.

On this day in his previous life, he didn't go home. He stayed in May Square all night, looking at the moon and the starry sky, fearing his life after losing football.

He wondered if Aimar had been there then.

If at that time I heard that I could go to River Plate and play as a striker, what choice would I make?

Raphael touched his chest, it was beating strongly, it was heartbeat.

He couldn't be against himself, so he admitted that at that time, he would be like a drowning man, desperately grasping this life-saving straw, trying to put on the most despised white jersey ever!

he missed...

He had seen Aimar play football, that was in 97, in a bar in London.

Aimar became a member of the "Pekerman's Boys". Under the leadership of Pekerman, he went to Malaysia and formed a gorgeous midfield quartet with Riquelme, Marchic and Cambiasso. Helped Argentina win the World Youth Championship trophy.

Back then he was uncontrollably jealous of Aymar.

They are the same age, and they used to be opponents compared by the coaches and fans of the two teams.But he had no ball to play early, and Aimar can still enjoy the happiness brought by football.He is affectionately called "The Clown" by fans who love him, showing off his talents wantonly, bringing trophies and glory to Argentina...

After that he began to pay attention to Aimar's football career.

In the rain of bullets, on the snow-capped mountains of the desert, and in the glaciers of the plateau.

Watch him make his mark in Ajia; watch him become one of the "successors of Maradona" and land in Europe; watch him be crowned the double champion; watch him be a substitute in the World Cup; watch him bear the scapegoat that led to his elimination; watch him He stayed out of the mainstream league due to injuries.

Watch him return to Monument Field, return to the beginning, and end his career in the applause of the fans.

Watch him take charge and try to revive Argentina's youth academy.

He seems to have witnessed his career in Aimar.This saved him from thinking about the life philosophy of "if I don't grow taller, what kind of future will I have if I continue to play football".

This may also be regarded as understanding Aimar-this guy mustered up the courage to appear in "Area 31" and handed over the olive branch. He should regret that he won the game by a big score yesterday and left him without the ball to play.

This is just a kid who squanders his kindness and innocence.

Oh, how could he forget the "friendly" advice to change his hairstyle?That hair is ugly as hell!