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The conversation between the two Britons should have started with the weather, but the environment made Robson's topic start with complaining about this legendary stadium.

"I'm sorry it's not our home game today, so I can only bring you here to talk." Old Robson pushed open the door of the referee's lounge as he said. "This is the lounge of the referee team, and now they have left."

The lounge was a bit messy, but it wasn't messy. The old Robson turned around and joked to Hughes: "I really don't want to tell you that I only have the player's lounge to choose from. You don't want to go there."

Hughes raised his eyebrows slightly, "Lounge?"

"The players who were selected for the urine test...you know." The old Robson said and motioned for Hughes to take a seat.

Hughes smiled knowingly.

The two sat down, and the old Robson looked at Hughes who was still smiling slightly in front of him. He had to be honest, if it weren't for such a little knot, he might like this man very much. See, he didn't even There is no way to resist Rafa, this man may be much more popular than Rafa when he was young.

Of course, Hughes saw the obvious complicated emotions in old Robson's wise eyes, which made him look at the old man apologetically, even though it was the object of his jealousy.

It's also interesting to say that since he was a child, he has been the envy of others, and he is always in love.There may be many reasons for the end of a relationship, but he experienced the experience of "jealousy" because of his son.

"I couldn't help but want to talk to you, it's actually about my friend John - John Toshack, Rafa's coach at Deportivo, he called me twice in the past two days. "

Hughes listened, of course the name Toshack was familiar to him.

"Rafa was born in England, you're British, he's an Englishman by birth, has British nationality—"

"I'm sorry." Hughes sighed softly, with regret on his face. His regret was not that his son chose to play for the Argentine national team, but because Raphael didn't even have such a choice.

He should have that right, regardless of whether he ends up wearing a white or blue and white jersey.

"John is miserable," the old Robson still smiled, and said humorously: "They treat me lightly, thinking that he has already represented Argentina when I coached Rafa, so it must not be my fault .But it's definitely John's fault, who didn't figure it out? Who made him a Welsh again?"

Hughes was still listening, but the smile on his lips had disappeared.

Although the old Robson mentioned these in a joking way, John Toshack obviously received a lot of pressure and criticism from the British media.

"But he didn't complain to me about this, he just came to tease me, so I don't sympathize with him at all. But when you—" The old gentleman thought for a while, thinking that the word "resurrected from the dead" is not quite appropriate , and said, "After showing up, he called me and asked me a question."

The old Robson looked up at Hughes, "I want to talk to you, mainly because of this problem - at Rafa's coming-of-age ceremony, you and your friend both appeared, right?"

Although the old gentleman was asking, he didn't let Hughes answer, but continued, "I have some impressions of your friend. He made some clothes, but I clearly remember the pair of tortoiseshell glasses he was wearing at that time, It is a very small brand, purely handmade, but craftsmen like to put the logo in this position.”

Old Robson pointed to the corner of his frame.

Hughes nodded, obviously agreeing with old Robson's judgment.

"And John remembers you, he said he looked up the other day when Rafa and Veronica were dancing and saw your eyes. Obviously he has excellent eyesight. He said he was impressed by you and it wasn't you The appearance at that time was your eyes, and the way you looked at Rafa."

When the old Robson said this, he glanced at Hughes who was always listening carefully, and he finally asked the question that caught their attention, or asked, "Why didn't you appear by Rafa's side earlier? That kid Very lacking in love."

This is the only answer that old Robson wants to know.

If he loves Rafa, his love is definitely deeper than theirs.He had no position to say such a thing or ask such a question, but when he saw Raphael's hat-trick and lifted the inner lining again, he couldn't stand the feeling of being stuck in his throat anymore, and he wanted to know the reason , Knowing the answer, he is even... wronged for this child.

He and Toshack would talk about Raphael, discuss his skills, discuss his character, how they carve him with so much care, and look forward to his future.

But neither of them could replace Hughes, the child had only one father, and he undoubtedly admired him, even adored him, and no one could replace him!

Such questioning made Hughes stare blankly, staring blankly at the old man in front of him.

He didn't expect the old Robson to be so straight-forward, wanting to cut through everything directly, and go straight to the core, which left him speechless.

"This is not a question I should ask." Old Robson said, he is a good old man, he also has a natural liking for Hughes' face, he does not want or be happy to see Hughes like this, he is not blaming him, Because he is not even qualified to blame him. "I just want you to talk to that kid about the problem—I don't think Rafa would ever ask you that. Whatever your reason, you have to give him an answer like that, and you have to apologize to him. "

That's what old Robson was trying to say.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, and Hughes finally looked at the old man. A light and gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again, but this time his deep eyes were full of sincerity.

He should be grateful, even grateful for everything Robson and Toshack have done for Rafa.Both Toshack and old Robson withheld everything they knew, though deep down they probably didn't trust him, questioning his worth as "father".

"Thank you very much for everything you and Mr. Toshack have done for Rafa. I am very grateful. I will listen to your advice..." At this point, Hughes finally showed a wry smile, "Maybe you know me far better than I do. son."

"How is it possible? Don't say such stupid things," the old Robson shook his head. "Even the goalkeeper of our team knows that your son is hard-spoken and soft-hearted. He loves you, and the whole world knows it."

Raphael loves him, as long as he has the heart, how can he not understand him?

Robson Sr. doesn't see this as a problem.

Raphael took a shower very quickly, so when he came out, he saw that Louis had fallen asleep in his father's arms, while Hughes and old Robson were missing, and Moratti and others had already left.There were very few people in the locker room.

He immediately opened the door of the locker room with a dark face, but he didn't see Veronica, nor his sand sculpture teammates.

Javier hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay, Massimo is just afraid that Winnie will be bored waiting, so he invited a female employee to accompany her for a walk."

Raphael was slightly angry, and Byron almost burst out laughing seeing his changed face.

Fuck him!

He "quietly" whispered to Javier, "How did Veronica's boyfriend survive?"

Javier shrugged, "Maybe Winnie will be angry."

In fact, Byron guessed that it might be because of this, but he still wanted to laugh, and then asked if Raphael had done anything to anger Veronica before.

"Oh, that can't be said," Javier winked, "this is related to my brother's dignity."

dignity!The words are out!Byron was so curious that he was about to explode!

Raphael just pretended that the two of them didn't exist, took a hair dryer to dry his hair, and when it was half dry, he saw Byron walking towards him.

For his adoptive father, Raphael has always been 200% patient and tolerant, raising his eyebrows and asking him, "What's the matter?"

Byron said coyly, "Well, how much do you know about the events back then?"

This sentence attracted Raphael's scrutiny.

In his previous life, he spent more than twenty years not prying Byron's mouth as tight as a shell, and now he wants to be honest with him?

"Uh, I don't want to talk too much, this may be a matter between you father and son, but Al loves you very much. But he may not be very good at expressing in front of you..."

"If he wants, he can chat and laugh with anyone." Raphael said coldly, this is Hughes' ability, isn't it?

"Does that...include you?" Byron asked in a low voice.

Raphael glanced at him, which made Byron cover his face, "Oh, what am I talking about, are you hungry? You seem to like chocolate very much, I brought you this from England!"

Byron took out two bars of chocolate like magic, "I bought a lot at the airport..."

Raphael silently accepted one piece of chocolate, but rejected the other one. Facing Byron's obvious doubts, he said, "Hurry up."

Since you don't have to say what you should say, then shut up!

He knows this guy, and if he doesn't gag him now, he can keep blah blah blah!

"Alex!" Javier cried out sadly, "You are too mean, why don't you give it to me?"

Byron immediately fed him.

When Juan came out, he saw Raphael holding a piece of chocolate in his mouth and blowing his hair with one hand.He couldn't help laughing, and hurried over to pick up the hair dryer to help him dry his hair.

Raphael simply threw the hair dryer directly to him, "Okay, it's almost ready, blow your own."

Juan looked at his messy blond hair and stroked it, and let him go after confirming that it was almost done, and resigned himself to blowing.

He cherishes his long hair very much, but it is cold, and it takes a long time to dry this long hair, making Raphael have to wait for him every time.

Want to cut it short?Juan hesitated.

Raphael ate the chocolate silently, pressed the mobile phone with one hand to send a text message to Curly, and did not forget to listen to Byron's words from Juan's mouth.It was because the topic was spinning around him, and Javier obviously didn't think that Hughes' best friend was an outsider, so he fell out.

In fact, he didn't expect the two of them to get along.It took him and Byron more than ten years to learn how to get along. Although Veronica and Byron had a good relationship, they never talked so much when they were together.

Byron's Sense of Words and Moments skill points are still full, of course he noticed Raphael's eyes, which made him wonder again——

Why do I always feel that Raphael seems to be pleasing to my eyes?

Is it an illusion?

Byron was still muttering in his heart. The old Robson and Hughes had already returned. When the old man saw Raphael, he walked over and rubbed his hair and told him, "Remember, take a good rest during the holiday, otherwise you will be easily injured. Ronnie is out for a month, and I can't live without you."

This is not good news, and it is for this reason that Raphael asked: "What about the next two games?"

The old Robson said indifferently: "It's just a Coppa Italia and a league game. It's good to win, and it's acceptable to draw. It's a pity to lose, but we have a long-term vision. Our journey is the whole season. "

Everything contained in such a flat voice made Raphael stare at the old man, and said slowly: "Bobby, you will achieve achievements beyond Clough."

Clough?

Hughes, who had been completely ignored by his son since returning to the locker room, was still puzzled, and the old Robson had already laughed and hugged his son with a rare smile, "Then you have to do better, then I only want the best .”

"I'm the best one," Raphael said.

Old Robson's joy was so pure, and Raphael embraced by him was so proud.

Hughes, who was left out in the cold, just wanted to know—who is that Clough?

Maybe he should take a football lesson.