ball magic

At noon this Sunday, Valencia beat Celta 2:1.After the game, all Valencia players went around the field to thank the fans and wished them a happy Christmas holiday.

After the game, the players happily returned to the locker room, ready to welcome their holidays.The staff are still busy in various ways after the game.

Players came out of the locker room one after another, greeted them and left. When they saw the young man who was carrying a backpack and holding an oversized cardboard box with difficulty, and even his chin was covered by the box, a staff member immediately went to help him. handle.

"Wow, there are really many gifts, Pablo, you are really welcome." The staff laughed and teased. "Merry Christmas to you in advance."

"Thank you, Amancio." The young man who was praised by him immediately thanked him.

His Argentine accent is not very obvious when he speaks, and his voice is soft and soft, like a soft chiffon cake.That curly hair was gilded by the long Iberian sun, even in winter.

Amancio, whose son is 17 years old, is very partial to this player, and this shy deer has also become the darling of the fans of the Bat Corps.

The winter break is approaching, and the much-loved Argentine teenager at the Mestalla Stadium has to take away a lot of gifts every day.

"Any plans for the holiday? Back to Argentina? Or vacation with friends?" Amancio asked, but he guessed it was the former.

Aimar laughed again, as if the topic made him very happy, "Both, maybe I'm a little greedy."

"No, of course not, family and friends are very important..." Amancio turned to his son as he spoke.

Aymar listened attentively.

Amancio is obviously a good guy, not only helped him to the parking lot, and even insisted on helping him put the things in the convertible of his beloved little BMW.

Aimar could only thank him again. Before starting the car, he waved to Amancio: "I will remember to bring you gifts."

Amancio waved to the big boy, Merry Christmas, Pablodo.

Different from the cold winter in the Apennine Peninsula, Iberia is still comfortable even in winter. The sun and the white BMW are walking all the way. Aimar is humming the song from Veronica's new album, and his heart has drifted to the Christmas holiday.

How will he spend his most anticipated week?

"Go boating on the Blue Lagoon in Malta, walk on the beach in Sardinia, or go to Austria, where there is a snow country covered with ice and snow..."

Raphael once said this, and Aimar's heart floated to heaven with his deep but soft voice.

Anywhere is fine.

We are together, of course, wherever we go is fine.

But in the end they chose London, the home of Lord Hughes, because of Louis's little request.

How could Aimar refuse Luis?

He also didn't believe that his boyfriend who plausibly said that he wanted to spank his ass could really do it.

After arriving home, Aimar took the presents out of the car, temporarily put them on the dining table in the living room, arranged them one by one skillfully, and then took out his notebook.

He has to remember what the fans, teammates and staff have given him, mainly the fan part.

He carefully organized and recorded for half an hour, and finally folded a large pile of wrapping paper and put it aside, and classified the gifts.Because some are really useless, Mendieta told him that he can donate to community children’s hospitals or welfare homes in the name of the team or fans. There will always be children who lack such a gift.

After he simply filled his stomach, he heard the sound of thunder. He immediately ran to check all the doors and windows in the house. After returning, he sat on the sofa for a few minutes.

He gradually got used to living alone, but occasionally he would have a little bit, well, maybe two little bits of loneliness.

At times like this, he always wonders, will he go to Italy to play football one day?Or one day Rafael returns to La Liga?But Real Madrid and Barcelona may not be able to afford him, and he will get everything at Inter Milan.

The team's and personal honors, the love of the fans, and becoming the darling in the football world may be the best reward for his efforts over the years.

In the thunder and rain, he clearly knew that he shouldn't do this, so he turned on the TV in the middle of the thunder, which was the BBC channel.

Aimar did not change the channel. Usually he would watch some British news to help him practice English, but he was not in the mood amidst the thunderstorm.

He simply picked up the handheld game console and played for a while, huddling himself between the sofa and the blanket. After maybe an hour, maybe two, the room was already shrouded in darkness, and the only light sources were the TV and him. game console.

When the cell phone rang suddenly, he immediately grabbed the cell phone, looked at the alarm clock that was set, and adjusted the channel to another paid TV station to watch Inter Milan's game today.

He nestled on the sofa and saw Rafael appearing in the player tunnel.

He was talking to the referee, and then had a rare smile when the Udinese players chatted with him.

Maybe they had an interesting topic of conversation.

The Spanish commentary on the TV was talking about the masterpiece produced by "French Football". Aimar was a little surprised. He didn't expect such a formal selection to be made by a vote of "The Sun".

"Currently, only famous fashion designers such as Valentino Garavani, Karl Lagerfeld, Giorgio Armani, etc. are included in the review, and the American, British, French and Italian editions of the fashion bible "VOGUE" The four editor-in-chiefs are also listed."

"So now the fans are looking forward to the first World Football Beauty Pageant launched by "French Football", but they also have new worries-are there too many Italians in the judging? I personally agree with the fans' doubts ..."

Aimar listened to the commentary and clearly recommended Spanish high-value players other than Raul, such as Guti, and he even heard Juan's name.

Aimar and Juan have a good relationship, so I couldn't help laughing at this moment,

The commentator may also feel that his list is a bit thin, so he mentioned a few players who played for La Liga.Aimar was a little surprised when he heard his name, which was kind of funny——

As a professional player, he certainly imagined that one day he would be on the list of candidates for "French Football" and be one of the 50 players of that year, but if it is because of his looks...

Kind of fun.

He was also very happy that "Bug" Claudio was mentioned by the commentator, which made him take out his phone and send Claudio a text message.

Claudio quickly sent him a text message teasing him, and Aimar's depressed mood due to the impact of the thunderstorm also picked up.

Of course, this may also be because the game is about to start.

This cheered me up immediately.

In all fairness, this is not a wonderful game, both relaxed and dull.

It is easy because Udinese has nothing to desire this season. Although they want to win a victory on the last match day before Christmas, they can't talk about how hard they worked, like giving up early to wrestle with the league leaders.

It is dull because of the bad luck of Inter Milan in this game, such as Raphael.

The camera favors him so much, every time a chance is wasted or his teammates miss a good opportunity, Raphael's paralyzed face will appear in the camera at the right time.

The world of football is never smooth sailing. Everyone has bad luck and occasionally loses his shooting boots. This is common, so although Aimar is slightly regretful that Rafael did not score, he also teases him in his heart ——

This is not a second, now is the critical moment for your first personal honor, you have to seize the opportunity to canvass and laugh.

Perhaps Rafael's brain waves at the moment are in line with his. The cool guy who always looked stern during the game finally smiled when he and his teammates walked around the field to thank the fans after the game.

The screams and shouts of female fans continued to ring out, and there were even shouts and jokes from male fans.

Aimar's Italian is not as good as English, but he also heard a male fan shouting "Rafa, let's have a baby!"

In response, Raphael just waved helplessly over there, and the teammates around him laughed over and over again.

He saw Cannavaro talking to Rafael, and then Rafael slapped the short central defender on the shoulder.

Aimar hugged the pillow and thought about the laughter of the male fan, and of course he didn't forget to pick up his mobile phone and ask (joke) him, asking if he heard it.

By the way, he asked Rafael what time he booked the plane to fly to London, and he could meet him in London.

Aimar has already prepared his luggage, which is a big suitcase, which contains the gifts he prepared for Louis, as well as the gifts from His Excellency Hughes and his friend.

He was actually a little nervous, but he mustered up his courage.

He would also introduce Raphael to his parents again a few years later - in the name of lovers.

After thinking about it, he added another sentence after this text message, "I will vote for you."

This year's Golden Globe Awards obviously has no chance for Raphael, but he doesn't think that Raphael will lose this year's award for beauty—unless the eyes of those professional judges are covered with cow dung like the British!

Yes, he is still angry about the results of the "Sun" selection.

After sending the text message, he seemed to have completed the most important task of the day.

There was still a forward signal on the TV, and the director even gave Rafael a long shot. He was talking to Zanetti when West jumped onto his back.

This picture is not too beautiful!

Aimar laughed, and decided to make another note in his notebook, convinced that someday it would come in handy.

After the signal ahead, he went to wash sleepily and lay down on their bed.

Of course it was them, because now there are two pillows.

There was still lightning and thunder outside, and Aimar lay on the big bed and rolled a couple of times, still hating the annoying thunder, got out of bed and looked for earplugs, and lay on the bed again before falling asleep awkwardly.

Five hours later, Raphael took out the key and opened the door in the dark, bringing the fishy smell of the sea breeze and the humidity of the rain into the small building.

After entering the door, he took off his peaked cap first, brushed his slightly wet hair, and then turned on the light.

It’s 3:[-] in the morning, it’s raining heavily, and his flight was delayed by an hour. Fortunately, the staff at the airport helped him get a taxi, otherwise he might still be stranded at the airport now.To this end, he gave the driver a generous tip and an autograph.

He dropped the already wet backpack, glanced around the room twice, and saw a pile of various boxes on the dining table, obviously all gifts from his little deer.

He left the suitcase in the living room, took his wet backpack and walked lightly to the second floor, went to another guest bedroom to take a shower, dried his hair, and opened the door of the next room without hesitation.

Without hesitation, he was confident, this was his room.

The room was not locked, and after he pushed open the door, he heard the steady and long breathing of the deer cub.

Raphael pulled the corner of his mouth, touched the bed, first occupied a corner, then moved the sleeping guy, snatched half of his quilt, occupied his waist by the way, buried his head in his On the side of the neck, sleep contentedly.