ball magic

Raphael walked through the cramped and narrow alleys of "Area 31", stepping over the messy garbage and steel bars and cables that were stolen and discarded by unknown people, ignoring the panting and groaning that came from nowhere.

This narrow alley is dimly lit, and even in the afternoon, you can only see the sky when you look up.

His eyes were calm from beginning to end, as if everything here had no effect on him.

A child running around barefoot stopped the ball when he saw him, and stood obediently aside, looking at him with both fear and longing.

It's Raphael!Raphael!

A child hints at a friend with his eyes.

The little friend just passed by Raphael, his body trembled slightly, and his goosebumps stood up!

After Raphael passed them by and quickly turned into another narrow and dirty alley, the two children started whispering.

"Raphael is getting more and more scary!"

"My mother said he looks like an angel, but his personality is a devil..."

"Hush! You can't say that! You can't call him 'Caesar' or that, be careful if he knows to beat you!"

"You also stay away from him recently, I heard that Boca is going to terminate the contract with him!"

Raphael, who was being discussed by them, had already stopped in front of a small house that didn't match the surroundings.

Unlike the exterior walls painted in various bright colors by the surrounding residents, the exterior walls of Rafael's house are already dark gray after the wall skin has completely peeled off, as dilapidated and dull as he remembered.

Raphael stopped, not to take out the key to open the door, but because his home was blocked!Steal!up!

He raised his eyebrows, already remembering this terrible detail and everything that happened.

Raphael walked into the room, swept the messy little room, and closed the door with a "click".Throwing the heavy backpack on his shoulders onto the sofa, he fixed his gaze on the wall behind the sofa, where two large characters were written in dazzling red——

Get the hell out of Boca, you son of a bitch!

Raising a bastard like you is feeding the chickens! 1

Raphael narrowed his blue-gray eyes slightly, and the apology sounded again in his mind.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's all my fault, and I'll try to make it up to you! I promise!"

"No need." Raphael said coldly, "Also, be polite, don't peep at my thoughts, and don't suddenly talk in my head!"

"Actually, I'm communicating with your consciousness, which is what you commonly call spiritual power... sorry." The owner of the voice sensed Raphael's displeasure, and obediently shut up.

Raphael doesn't think his situation is bad, even if he is reborn into his past self, he is still alive.

At the age of 14, his worst situation cannot be compared with his future situation.

He walked to the desk, opened the messy drawers, and finally turned the whole desk over.

On the back panel of the table, above the drawer hole, there is a brown paper bag taped on.

He watched in silence for two seconds before tearing off the tape and taking out a medal from the folded kraft paper bag.

It is in the shape of a Maltese cross, with a very dazzling crowned lion on it.Raphael's eyes met with it, and then followed the motto of "Giving Courage", and then set his eyes on the laurel-patterned suspender hung with a crimson ribbon, symbolizing wisdom, peace, and protection.

There is a string of numbers on the boom, exactly as I remember.

Sure enough, he did not forget this set of damn numbers, enough to affect his life!

Raphael put the cross in his pocket casually, and quickly packed everything up.

"According to 'Albert Anthony Hughes' got some special information, do you need it?" The master of the voice sounded again.

This time Raphael changed his mind and didn't shut up the owner of the voice.

This is clearly a signal.

"According to this Victoria Cross, it is shown in 14 databases that Major Albert Anthony Hughes has died in an accidental rescue. But in the SAS (British Special Air Service) and MI6 (British Secret Intelligence Service) The database shows that Major Hughes has changed 13 identities, and is currently carrying out a mission code-named 'Magic Box' in the Middle East under the identity of Tony Shelvey. Currently—"

Raphael interrupted him, "No matter what kind of database it is, can you delete all the information related to him, me and my family?"

"can."

"Then delete it! Then use mi6's intelligence system to send him a message to end the mission early. If we do this, we will write it off." Speaking of this, Rafael's expressionless face finally felt a little displeased. Nai, "Then, stay away from me!"

"Feel sorry--"

"Don't fucking say sorry!" Rafael roared like a sudden outburst of long-suffering anger, but then he heard a sharp curse that seemed to be overjoyed, and it was a greeting in the dirtiest language His mother, and of course himself.

Raphael shut his mouth.

Without hesitation, he turned around, went out, walked to the door of the drug addict next door, and just kicked open the wooden door that looked specially reinforced!Then came the wailing and begging for mercy that made the neighbors around them horrified, fearful and clear.

"It deserves it! I don't know if the devil has no ball to play with. Don't provoke him recently!"

"Lucio! Stay away from Raphael these days, do you hear me!"

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo share?

The nearby neighbors tacitly educated their children in a low voice, more or less gloating in their words.

Raphael looked at the nosebleeds on the pair of sneakers with distaste, wiped the rubbish on his body, and walked back to his home.

Back at the still messy home, Rafael negotiated with the guy in his mind again after closing the door, "Did you understand what I said?"

"But I can't leave you." There was obvious grievance in that voice, "I have been bound to your consciousness, so I can 'rescue' you."

Raphael was silent, and restrained his anger in silence.

After a while, the voice said, "I can help you achieve your dreams, like your football—"

"Football" is like the password of Pandora's box, but what is released is not a disaster, but a colorful, fantastic-looking...soap bubble.

Raphael will always remember this day, July 1994, 7.

On this day, in the Rose Bowl Stadium in Los Angeles, the Italian team and the Brazilian team staged the most watched match of this summer - the 15th World Cup final.

The 90 minutes of the regular season were tied, and after 30 minutes of overtime the two sides were still 0:0, and the two teams ushered in a brutal penalty shootout.

Before the start of the World Cup finals, Italy's core player Baggio dragged an injured leg and led the team to the finals.He took the fifth spot-kick before his teammates Baresi and Massaro missed.

Under the attention of everyone, Baggio kicked away, leaving behind the classic melancholy back, which also marked the end of this summer.

The carnival belongs to the Brazilians, the Selecao have won the world four times, they are the kings of the world!

And in their native South America, their neighbor Argentina, is still busy reversing the "drug abuse" scandal of their "god", Diego Maradona.

The hearts of the Argentine people are as bleak as the weather in the southern hemisphere at this time.This is their coldest time of year with average lows of just 11c.

It was also on this day that the Boca Youth team, which had owed him 5 months' salary, reissued the 1500 pesos to him early in the morning, and kicked him out of the Boca Youth Academy.

And a year ago, no!Even half a year ago, he was still the pride of Boca fans!

In just half a year, with his rapid growth in height, he seems to have gradually lost all spirituality, and he is no longer the darling of Boca fans.

And yesterday, against rival River Plate, the core of River Plate U15, Aimar, stole the ball from his feet, and scored the winning goal to overtake the score.

And he also tried to go to other teams for trial training, but failed.

As a last resort, he found a part-time job to support himself.Until half a year later, his stupid but more timid and cunning brother died in the so-called gang fire...

"All materials have been deleted. There are two text archives. I have ordered them to be destroyed. I will inform you after completion."

The sound of the report brought Raphael back to his senses. He looked at the dilapidated backpack he had thrown on the sofa, then at the mess in the room, and finally walked to the ball rolling down beside the sofa. He hooked his foot and the ball was picked up. fell into his arms.

He looked at his feet with distaste for the dry, lubricated feel of the ball.

He took another look at his hands without calluses. Perhaps for him now, holding a gun is easier than kicking a ball.

"I can really help you! Although...although it is limited..."

Raphael didn't interrupt him this time, as he turned his thumb and index finger, the ball started to spin on the tip of his index finger.

"But if you just want to play football and become a good player, like Maradona, it should be more than enough!"

Rafael squinted, Maradona?

No!He will not be a player like Maradona!Even in imagination!

Oh, please don't get me wrong, he doesn't admire Maradona too much, but hates it.