ball magic

Raphael's small eyes made Vieri endure to the extreme, so he didn't laugh out loud.

After all, it is enough to be clear about some things. If you really laugh wildly, it will be too much hatred.

Bobo didn't taunt, and the camera thoughtfully replayed the goal, and the referee on the field ignored Rafael's gaze early on, and blew the whistle for the goal to be effective.

Raphael's eyes stayed on him for a few more seconds before he walked slowly towards the midfield.

Bobo knew that this guy still wanted to score goals just by looking at his posture.

And he puts the ball into the net in impeccable fashion!

The game is still going on, and Raphael's performance is also going on, which makes him continue to be the darling of the camera, and makes Bobo always unable to control his mouth, sending him praises, or...

Ridicule.

Why would he let go of such an opportunity to speak ill of Raphael in an open and honest manner?

And he can exchange commentators and other guests for laughter with a few words.

Their support also made Bobo somewhat complacent. There are not many people in this world who can openly tease Rafael without fear of retaliation, and he is one of them.

He also finds it strange to say that, after all, he and Rafael are not in the same way, and Ronaldo is the one who has the same goals as him.

But he actually became friends with Raphael, and the relationship is pretty good.

Rafael's second goal came in the 21st minute of the first half, from Figo's cross from the right!

Rafael had no time to celebrate after the goal, but the linesman had already raised the flag to signal offside.

The footage was not even replayed, which made Bobo complain in his heart while insisting that the line judge must have missed it.

Although there was no replay of the goal, the camera did not neglect Rafael, presenting his glacier-like blue eyes in front of the fans.

Seeing Raphael's "affectionate" blue eyes, Bobo almost laughed out loud.

Here we go again!

To say how hateful this guy's eyes are, Bobo thinks he can borrow the description from the media.

This season they had a night of shock in Türkiye, and almost the whole team could not come back.

At that time, the French newspaper unexpectedly attributed the main responsibility to Raphael.

The editor thought that the reason things got out of hand was not because Galatasaray couldn't afford to lose, after all, they didn't make such a big battle after losing five games to Chelsea, but because Raphael faced him at the airport. The middle finger extended by the fans.

If it's just that, it's fine, after all, Raphael really did it.

But the editor thought that Raphael was naturally proud, and his blue-gray eyes always complemented his temperament, which was particularly hateful.

Although bobo didn't agree with them letting Rafael take the blame, he also agreed with their evaluation of Rafael.

That Lord Hughes is obviously a baby showman. Thanks to him, Bobo has also seen some photos of Raphael when he was a child.

It is these photos that let him know that some things are innate

The guy doesn't seem to be born with a good look at people, much less a friendly expression with it.

Even when he was a baby, his little eyes were full of disdain and sneer, even when he looked at his father.

He is like a little prince, born with a clean eye.

Playing against such a Raphael is obviously a lot of pressure, and being a teammate with him is not so easy and pleasant.

Because this guy is a very contagious person.

Just like at this moment, he wants to win, he wants to score goals, he wants to hit back at the referee, he can drive the whole team with only his eyes and the aura he exudes.

Everyone can only chase after him and keep up with his pace, as if if you don't do this, you don't deserve to be part of this team...

This is obviously a special magical power, and it is also a talent that belongs exclusively to Raphael.

This also makes bobo feel lucky in his heart. Fortunately, the "heterogeneous" leaders among these leaders are all from Argentina, and we in Italy are all like Baresi and Bergomi.

But the outlier among the leaders on the field wouldn't just forget about it.

Penalties blown, goals blown, only whets the guy's desire to score goals.

The development of the game is also like bobo's guess.

Even if the camera doesn't show up in the frontcourt from time to time, Bobo knows that Rafael must be running with all his might, pressing down on the goalkeeper, and counterattacking at the first time, just like every game in the past.

Such an active Rafael quickly got a chance to shoot, but it was a pity that the defensive player took the lead to block the baseline and Inter Milan's corner kick.

To bobo's surprise, it was not Jankulovski who took the left corner this time, but Juan.

This made Bobo a little surprised. He had never seen Juan practice any corner kicks on the training ground. After all, he had Rafael on the left, Figo and Zanetti on the right, and it was completely out of his turn.

Seeing that Juan placed the ball, began to observe, and then slowly retreated, bobo had a strange idea in his heart.

When he saw the extremely familiar arc, he saw Raphael jumping high!

The powerful ability to stay in the air made Rafael stop in the air, and after waiting for the ball to fall on his head, he only needed to give his waist and abdomen strength a heavy blow, and the ball got into the net behind Peruzzi.

This is definitely a wonderful header!

But Bobo has a different focus from the guests and commentators. He is looking at Juan who is very happy.

This is the "barometer" of their team, Rafael's "dogleg", and the extremely caring "little sweetheart", and occasionally the "chocolate bean" who gritted his teeth

.........

But now bobo wants to give him a new nickname

Human clones!

Whether it's the way this guy swings the ball, or the expression he observes, or the movement of running up, or even the arc trajectory of the ball, they are all exactly the same as a certain ball master...

To achieve this level, how many times has Juan seen it, analyzed it, and practiced it in private?

Seeing Raphael catching him very fondly and celebrating with him, bobo couldn't help but laugh too.

Raphael scored a beautiful header, but Zidane responded with an equally brilliant header a few minutes later!

I have to say that Zidane's stature and height are also a beacon when he puts it in the penalty area, which also allows him to always gain something when setting the ball.

But bobo thought, it would be different if I was there.

If he is here, Stam can be used to mark this guy, he can mark Montero, and Rafael can guard Piero...

The first half ended like this, bobo praised Raphael in the midfield.

This made the host laugh and ask: "So you are optimistic about Rafa winning the Golden Globe?"

Bobo thought, when did I mention the Golden Globe?

But he smiled very happily and said: "Yes, of course I like him. Isn't his performance worthy?"

Without pretentiousness, facing such a sensitive topic, can the host say "unworthy"?

He can only follow Raphael.

In the second half, the old Robson made some fine-tuning. Figo got more possession of the ball, and Rafael covered a larger area to cooperate with the Portuguese's offense.

Bobo saw through the old man's routine at a glance.

If Juventus is led by the nose and puts heavy troops on the right, then Simeone and Juan can get in.

Bobo's expectations were good, but in the end it was neither Simeone, who was always eager to score goals, nor Juan, who performed well in consecutive games, but Jankulovski, who suddenly cut inside and received a horizontal strike from Rafael !

The Czech guy shot directly from the left rib of the penalty area, and the ball went straight to the dead corner!

bobo smiled so contentedly!

At this moment, it was 70 minutes into the second half. The old Robson replaced Simeone and replaced Almeida to strengthen the defense.

And at this moment, a little conflict occurred in the game.

Juventus thought that Simeone was delaying time when he was off the field, and the referee obviously thought so too, and directly gave the Argentine midfielder a topaz card.

This immediately aroused Simeone's dissatisfaction. Before he could protest, Raphael pushed the guy off the court, and at the same time waved to Almeida on the sidelines.

It is impossible for Simeone to rush to the ball even if he is angry, so he can only end obediently.

Bobo almost laughed when he saw Simeone being groped by the old Robson, and then muttering about it.

In the last 20 minutes or so of the game, it entered a feverish state. Juventus made a furious attack, and Inter Milan's way of counterattack was to find Rafael with a long pass.

So simple and rude, but also very effective.

This is obviously a carnival feast for neutral fans, and it also makes fans of the two teams have to hold quick-acting heart-relief pills.

In the 83rd minute of the second half, Inzaghi, who is a good friend of the linesman all over the world, received a pass from Zidane and scored a somewhat controversial goal.

But bobo doesn't care about that much. Of course, he groaned a few times in his heart when his good friend scored a goal.

Anyway, they still lead by 1 goal.

This 1-goal lag forced Juventus to press hard.

In the 87th minute, Del Piero hit Cannavaro with a shot in front of the goal. Cannavaro reacted very quickly and passed the ball directly to Ashley Cole's feet.

The British teenager has just been replaced, and his biggest advantage is his speed. This guy is also afraid that he will not pass well, so he dribbles forward in a blast and advances towards the Juventus penalty area!

Although Juventus still wanted to create an offside, Cole was very clever this time.When he crossed, Rafael got the ball easily!

It's time to open the door!

Bobo thought aloud, but saw Raphael rushing directly to the penalty area with the ball, and with an unexpected reverse oxtail, he passed Montero again.

Bobo couldn't help but be speechless, a certain person is worthy of revenge on the spot, and he can even do a "twice revenge".

This little distraction, he saw Raphael circled Peruzzi and shot an empty goal.

bobo almost laughed out loud!

He assured that this guy didn't want to give the goal to Ronnie like him, but wanted to see what the referee and the linesman could find fault with!

Sure enough, Rafael's first reaction after scoring a goal was to glance at the linesman.

The linesman didn't say anything, but this little ball tyrant arrogantly opened his arms under the stands, waiting for his teammates to run to him to celebrate.

Bobo wanted to laugh when the commentator blew about "Angel Spreading Wings". It's really not that he laughed lowly, because no matter how much he flapped his wings, he couldn't block the debris thrown from behind!

Yes, as he guessed, the pretentious little ball tyrant and his teammates who were not afraid of death came to celebrate with him were all warmly received by the mineral water bottle.

The old Robson was obviously afraid that someone would do something bad again, so he directly replaced him with Winter.

Now on the Inter Milan field, there is not even a decent striker...

But the old gentleman didn't care, he just wanted Raphael to return to Milan safely, waiting for his first Golden Globe Award in his life!

The commentator said: "Rafael is obviously not happy, but he still ran off the field quickly..."

Bobo couldn't help but interjected at this moment: "Yes, after the game, I will enjoy Bobby's praise."

The commentator laughed: "Bobo, you sound very envious."

Bobo laughed loudly and said, "Are you saying that Bobby loves to talk about it? No, I'm not envious, really not."

Only then did the narrator realize that there was something in his words, and the camera was also chasing Rafael who was going off the field. The old Robson personally put on a caterpillar cotton suit for him, and then chased him back to the bench.

The old Robson in the camera kept talking, while Raphael's face was obviously more ugly.

Only then did the commentators realize that the old Robson was expressing his "love" in such a way.

The old Robson's love is like a tide, surging, so that every time the camera is given to the bench, you can see the British gentleman's mouth opening and closing, while Raphael is silent and unhappy.

Bobo will laugh magically every time the camera is given to the bench.

Yes, he is such an upright man, even if he gloats, he is not afraid of being known!

When the game whistle blew, the commentator said strangely: "The old Robson won his seventh derby after taking over Inter Milan. The score of 7 to 4 is obviously a bit bitter for Juventus fans...

We also saw that Agnelli's expression was not very happy, maybe they have to make some changes. "

Then the screen turned and turned to Raphael.

Such suggestive camera language also made bobo twitch his lips.

Juventus buy Rafael?

You can't do this even in your dreams. Even if Raphael doesn't renew his contract with Inter Milan, they have their own Manchester United. Isn't it good to go home and be a ball bully?

After the game, the old Robson was also relieved. He looked at Raphael who had been talked about by him for a long time, his face was unhappy, and he obviously needed to be coaxed. Same? Hurry up and cheer up, and go to thank the audience."

Raphael glanced at the old man.

He played an angry game, but he didn't play the whole game. After he left the field, he was nagged by the old man for a long time, "to increase the awareness of safety protection", of course he was not happy.

So much so that I couldn't help but retort: ​​"You are going to be a lord, and you still talk like this!"

Cole who just got off the field: "..."

Why are you "father and son" arguing in English? I don't want to hear it at all.

Although Raphael still complained, old Robson was beaming.

Raphael was right, he will be knighted by the end of the month, just like Busby, the real title that can be called a lord.

At the post-match press conference, the old Robson single-handedly taunted the referee team with a typical British diplomatic tone of yin and yang.

Although Mourinho wanted to beautify him, but the old man spoke English, which everyone could understand, so it was very difficult to beautify...

After the carnival in the locker room of the rival after the game, I had to pack my bags and fly back to Milan overnight.

On the way to the airport, Rafael received a text message from Curly, Valencia won 3-1 away at Atletico Madrid, and he got 1 assist in this game.

This is obviously good news, and Raphael promised him that he would watch the video of the game tomorrow.

But Curly obviously forgot something, and Raphael didn't wait for his congratulations when he got on the plane.

When the plane was about to take off, he didn't wait for the news from Aimar, which made him sullenly put on the blindfold and go to sleep!

After arriving in Milan, the old Robson announced that the team had a day off!

Although the old Robson didn't say anything, the players knew very well that the reason for the old man's vacation was not because they had two consecutive tough games, nor was it because they were about to play a last-ditch match against Bologna in three days.

Tomorrow is December 12th. According to the consistent tradition of French football, they will call the Golden Globe winner tomorrow!

Although everyone knows that this year's Ballon d'Or must be their own small ball winner, but considering Ronaldo, they had better wait until the official announcement of French football before congratulating Raphael.

But not everyone is so "good", Simeone raised his eyebrows, and Juan smirked for a day. Those who don't know must think that they are the ones who will win the award.

On the contrary, the person concerned had a cold expression, as if he was still immersed in the game.

Simeone couldn't help coaxing: "Why such a face, didn't you win the game?"

Only then did Raphael realize what he had imagined, and he just glanced at him, not bothering to defend himself.

Eric took him and Juan back home, and it was past 0:[-] when they got home, but the house was brightly lit.

Seeing this, Raphael asked, "Are there any guests at home?"

Eric said without hesitation: "No, no, why ask?"

Such an answer made Raphael stare at the back of his head for a few seconds, does he look like a fool?

But Eric insisted that there were no guests at home.

When they all arrived at the door, this guy still didn't admit that there were guests at home, so Raphael could only choose to believe it.

But when he and Juan came to the living room, they saw Hughes and Byron, Javier, and his sister who was sleeping under a blanket on Colin's shoulder.

He turned his head and glanced at Eric, only to see the innocent face of the Yankee

Are there any "guests" here?

Raphael was too lazy to look at him now, he didn't even bother to pay attention to his old father and adoptive father, let alone Javier and Colin.

He just walked gently to his sister, leaned over and kissed her forehead lightly.

Seeing this, Colin smiled wryly, and at the same time received countless sympathetic looks.

With such a brother-in-law who loves your sister, your future life will definitely not be easy.

Raphael doesn't care about his feelings.

His current mood is so brisk, so brisk that he seems to be floating in the clouds.

Except Curly, everyone he cares about is here, waiting for his good news.

Aimar's absence has become his only regret.

So much so that after returning to the room and lying on the bed that belonged to them, Raphael couldn't help but send a text message to Aimar, and he had to ask for some compensation.

As a result, the message was still unanswered.

Rafael looked at the time and couldn't help snorting. It's already 1 o'clock in the morning. He suspected that Aimar fell asleep right after he got home. After all, this sleeping god has done this kind of thing more than once.

This made Raphael a little depressed, so he simply got up and went to Louis' children's room

That idiot Javier is here, and of course the kid will be there too.

As a result, he saw his old father in the children's room. He was sitting by the bedside of the children's bed, and he was obviously surprised when he saw his eyes.

Raphael kissed Louis's little face first, and then asked, "What did Javier discuss with you?"

It must be his stupid brother who can do such a thing behind his back.

Hughes nodded with a smile: "That's right, he wanted to surprise you, and obviously felt that you were wronged."

Raphael understood that the reason why Hughes said this was because French Football, as a magazine, could not be compared with the rich and powerful FIFA, and did not plan to hold an awards ceremony this year.

But last year, the Golden Globe Awards and the Apollo Awards were jointly awarded, and the Dongfeng of the Apollo Awards attracted countless sponsors, making it extremely grand.

Now it seems that his stupid brother is very wronged for him.

Seeing Raphael's knowing eyes, Hughes smiled and said, "I think Javier is right. Although there is no grand ceremony, we should be by your side."

Raphael nodded generously and said, "I am also very happy."

Hughes didn't expect his arrogant son to be so frank!

Seeing Hughes' surprised eyes, Raphael couldn't help asking: "Shouldn't I be happy?"

Hughes shook his head and smiled, "No, we all want to make you happy."

Only then did Raphael raise the corners of his lips, and after kissing Louis again, he said to the old father: "Considering your age and the insomnia problem you will obviously face in the future, I think you should stare at him instead of staring at him." He carried him to your room."

Hughes, who has not yet passed his 43rd birthday: "..."

But he got up obediently, hugged Louis and his little quilt together, and said to his son, "Won't you give me a goodnight kiss?"

Raphael:

But his old father who is good at acting like a baby is still watching him.

This made him rub his cheek recklessly, picked up the kid's pillow by the way, and followed behind them.

After Hughes put Louis on his bed, he smiled and said to his son, "Rafa, good night, have a good dream."

But his son nodded perfunctorily, turned around and left his room quickly.

Hughes turned around and looked at Louis lying on his bed, couldn't help but kissed him on the cheek again, and sighed: "What a cute little angel."

After returning to the room again, Raphael, who played almost the entire field and traveled a long distance, lay down on the bed and fell asleep within a few minutes.

It's just that he didn't have a good dream as Hughes wished, he only slept for a while, and woke up vigilantly.

He squinted his eyes and listened to the sound of twisting the lock from the door, followed by the door being gently pushed open, and then the sound of light footsteps.

Raphael looked at the group of figures cautiously groping towards the bedside.

He couldn't see clearly, but he could see the other person's height, which made him couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and then turned on the desk lamp.

The guy who groped in sneakily was startled, stared at him, and scolded angrily, "Do you know that it's scary to turn on the light suddenly!"

Raphael suppressed a smile and said, "Honey, you have to realize that I am the one you suddenly attacked."

Aimar gave him a supercilious look, then took off his wool cap and scarf, threw them on the desk first, and then complained: "The weather in Spain is not so good, the plane can't take off, I wait until I fall asleep, and wait until I wake up." Come and get to Milan."

Raphael watched him take off his obviously thick coat, then his shoes, and then his

"Snapped!"

Aimar directly threw the knitted sweater he just took off at him, what are you looking at!

Raphael covered his head and muttered: "This can also be shy."

Seeing that he didn't take off his clothes, Aimar snorted and got into bed as fast as he could.

Although they all have a Mediterranean climate, compared with Valencia and Milan, it is obviously much colder.

He took the initiative to get into the bed, and Raphael regarded him as throwing himself into his arms. After kissing him a few times, he asked, "Are you also involved in Javier's plot?"

Aimar didn't like to hear him describe his good buddy like this, poked him in the face and said, "Why do you say it so badly, and use words like conspiracy, he just wants to make you happy."

Raphael mumbled: "I'm very happy."

Seeing him rubbing his neck, Aimar whispered: "But we are not happy."

He could understand that last year was an "accident", but after a year's difference, Rafael would be "wronged", which made people unhappy.

His little complaint made Rafael laugh, and instead coaxed him: "Then hope that FIFA will be more aggressive and make a big scene."

This kind of "brazen" without self-effacing made Aimar feel much better, and then he pushed the guy who was pressing on him, "Go down, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep!"

Raphael didn't let him go to sleep so easily, and whispered coquettishly in his ear, he wanted to rub it.

Aimar: "..."

He was so exhausted after playing a game, why does this bastard still have such energy!

They slept until the sun was up.

This also caused Raphael, who is a bedtime shutdown person, to miss several calls from the French football editor-in-chief.

Aimar was annoyed at the thought of what had caused them to miss the calls.

But thinking of the meaning of those missed calls, he was too happy, and he didn't bother to settle accounts with Rafael, he just urged him to go back to him.

Raphael muttered: "Then go to the living room, I'll turn on the speakerphone so that you can all hear me."

This made Aimar push him away immediately, and went to the bathroom first, pulling the bed sheet.

Raphael: "..."

Fine.

As one of the conspirators, Juan certainly knew about Aimar's itinerary, but he didn't expect them to come down until noon.

But this does not prevent Juan from rushing up to give Aimar a hug, and at the same time couldn't help showing off in front of Aimar

Now the top of the La Liga standings, but Deportivo!

Raco!

Hearing his showing off, Raphael wanted to give him a blank stare.

Although he is also very happy, but if he is happy, can he endure until the end of the season?

And it doesn't make sense to show off this with the Valencia players. The Bat Corps, which lost four games in a row at the beginning, is catching up together, and they have only caught up to the 8th position in the league so far.

Before Aimar could respond, Louis hugged his waist.

It's Sunday, and the kid doesn't have class.

Aimar and the kid kissed each other a few times, and Javier carefully rolled out a champagne tower that he carefully prepared.

Seeing his expectant expression, Rafael rolled his eyes at him, then took out his mobile phone, and called back the editor-in-chief whom he had put down all morning.

The phone was picked up after only two rings. In the anticipation of everyone, the editor-in-chief of France Football congratulated Raphael with a strong French accent.

"Rafa! Congratulations on being the winner of the 1999 Ballon d'Or"

Before the editor-in-chief finished speaking, he heard exclamations, ribbons and cheers intertwined.

This made him laugh clearly, well, he also admitted that he was a little surprised, he didn't expect Raphael to be so "unreserved".

Raphael smiled: "I want to share this news with my family, and I promise that we will keep our mouths shut."

The editor-in-chief smiled and said: "Yes, I hope you will endure for a week, but you have a difficult task. Can you sneak into France this week? We need you to shoot the cover."

Raphael readily agreed.

The editor-in-chief said: "As for your itinerary, it's best not to go through the plane, you know..."

Rafael, whose whereabouts were repeatedly leaked by the airport, agreed again.

For the sake of that cover making the whole family happy, he'll be there.

The editor-in-chief sent congratulations to him and his family again. When Rafael was about to end the call, the editor-in-chief said: "Forget a little bit, Rafa, you broke the record for the highest score and you are the player elected with the highest score. We will announce the specific vote scores on the publication day."

This sentence made the editor-in-chief hear a lot of cheers, and he hung up the phone with a smile.

When Raphael hung up the phone, he saw Javier open the champagne, and then?

He was doused with champagne by his stupid brother!

Juan is next!

When Aimar also aimed the bottle at him, Rafael was too lazy to resist, and stroked his wet and sticky hair, and saw his sister walking towards him.

Veronica obviously loved him deeply, because she didn't have champagne in her hands, and she didn't even dislike his mess, and even tidied his hair.

This made Raphael couldn't help but keep her coquettish, and asked his sister in a low voice: "Are you proud of me?"

This made Veronica pat him on the cheek: "At this time, you can humbly wait for us to congratulate you."

Does Raphael care?

Fuck his humility, they can party now!

After Raphael took a brief shower, Javier and Aimar set up the grill.

Although it may take some time before they want to eat barbecue, this does not prevent them from having a hearty lunch first.

Everyone was laughing and laughing, and Louis led Bart through the crowd, while Raphael tapped the keyboard instead.

He promised to keep it secret, with a few obvious exceptions.

For example, a broker.

In order to prevent Veronica's itinerary from being discovered by the media, Oriol is still in the United States, and Anderson is also in Spain. Rafael told his agent that this is also his obligation.

Anderson congratulated him and then told him that he would be meeting with someone from France Football to discuss filming.

He has always been reliable in this kind of business, and Raphael is very relieved.

After that, Raphael called Moratti, Lao Tuo and Lao Robson respectively.

Tell them the reason, just to keep them from worrying.

Moratti didn't catch him talking, but told him that he would keep his mouth shut and would not tell anyone.

Waiting for Lao Tuo to answer the phone is another style of painting.

The Welshman swore: "I knew you would win the Golden Globe, but I'm a little jealous of Robson, this guy picked a ready-made fruit..."

That's right, apart from congratulating him briefly, Lao Tuo spent the rest of the ten minutes expressing his admiration for Robson!

That old man raised two Mr. Golden Globes!

Raphael is already very experienced in dealing with such things as "being sued". He couldn't interrupt Lao Tuo, so he called Bart, asked Bart to drag the kid here, and then let the kid shout sweetly on the phone A "John".

Sure enough, Toshack's attention was all on Louis, so he didn't care about him, let alone jealous.

But Toshack obviously knew that this was Raphael's masterpiece, and after chatting with Louis for a while, he asked the kid to transfer the call to Raphael.

But Lao Tuo didn't complain about him, but only told him: "When you go to France, it's best not to let the media find out about your whereabouts, otherwise they will make a fuss again, as if we deliberately publicized it."

He said this because Rafael’s every move was stared at by the media with a magnifying glass, and he received far more attention than other peers.

Raphael understood.

When he called Robson, the old man sounded surprised and muttered, "I didn't expect you to tell me now."

This is the most normal reaction, Raphael couldn't help asking: "Why didn't I tell you, aren't you curious?"

"Of course I'm curious, but usually players hold back after winning the award. You are obviously a child who can't hold back."

Raphael: "..."

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have told the old man.

The old Robson also told him some interesting stories about Mr. Golden Globe in his era with great interest, which made Raphael listen with gusto.

After calling everyone, there was a small plate in front of Rafael.

He stared at the muffins that had been poured with at least two tablespoons of honey on the plate, and he was attacked before he could express his opinion: "Do you want to eat it? If you don't eat it, I'll leave it to Louis."

How could Rafael, who is so protective of food, give it to the kid?

This does not prevent him from teasing: "If you don't play football, I think you are more suitable to open a snack shop than to be a doctor."

Aimar rolled his eyes: "You are also very talented in cooking, don't tell me you will become a cook?"

This counterattack was very sharp, and Raphael couldn't help laughing after thinking about the picture of himself being a cook.

Veronica couldn't help but smile when she looked at the two people talking and laughing in the corner.

"What are you thinking?" Colin followed her gaze and asked knowingly.

"This is a harvest year." Veronica said.

Network is about to be listed, Manchester United is about to be delisted from the London Stock Exchange, and her Rafa has also won the honor that should belong to him. This is really a wonderful and dreamy year.

Colin could understand her feelings, because just watching from the sidelines, he marveled at the pair of siblings countless times.