ball magic

On this Saturday night, Valencia beat Teferini 2-1 at home.

Because the opponents are not considered strong and they are playing at home, for most Valencia players, this is just an ordinary match day.

If they were really asked to make a difference this game day, they would just say -

This is the penultimate game before the winter break.

After the next game, they will be able to usher in the winter break!

But for Aimar, this game is obviously different.

No, it should be said that this day is different.

This caused him to take a shower as quickly as possible after the game, and left the locker room without even waiting for his hair to dry completely.

"Why is he running so fast?" Canizares asked Ayala in confusion.

Since Ayala joined Valencia, their relationship has grown by leaps and bounds, which is good.

Ayala waved his hand: "What do young people of this age think, how do I know?"

really?

Canizares didn't believe it.

Of course, he still has a higher emotional intelligence than a host in the East, so he didn't say this.

After Aimar found his BMW in the player-only parking lot, he got into the car as fast as he could.

But instead of starting the car, he called his boyfriend first.

Yes, his mood is so urgent.

For professional players all over the world, winning the Ballon d'Or is their lifelong dream.

And Raphael has gone through that stage, he is climbing a new peak.

And now he has climbed to the same height as the current UEFA President Michel Platini, the godfather of Barcelona Cruyff and the legendary player Marco van Basten!

Of course, if Aimar were to evaluate the four of them, he would choose his boyfriend without hesitation.

Not because of his preference, but because he really thought Rafa was the better one.

Winning such an honor, of course, must be celebrated with the utmost madness.

As a qualified boyfriend, it's already a pity that we can't meet each other. Of course, we should send congratulations as soon as possible.

His boyfriend was obviously very obedient, even too obedient, so obedient that he answered the phone immediately.

Considering the time now, Aimar asked him with a smile: "Are you waiting for my call? Are you resting tomorrow?"

His boyfriend's sleepy voice came from the other end of the phone: "Um, Bart and I watched your game together."

With Bart?

Aimar smiled and said, "Is it in the audio-visual room?"

"No," Raphael told him, rubbing Bart's ear, "it might find that I'm in such a good mood today that it wants to occupy your half of the bed. Give it half."

Aimar didn't believe that Bart had discovered his good mood.

It's okay to let the dog go to bed, but it's immoral to let the dog take the blame.

He was about to tell him so righteously, when his boyfriend laughed and said, "Honey, didn't you see the point? I'm lying on your pillow and calling you now."

Aimar laughed: "Did your mouth become so sweet after taking the trophy?"

"This has nothing to do with the trophy." Raphael reminded him solemnly, "You also praised me for having a sweet mouth before, especially when I was in bed."

Emma was speechless.

Did he emphasize the latter?

He didn't want to continue arguing with him about whether it was sweet or not, and was about to congratulate him on winning the award, when his boyfriend said: "Honey, you performed very well today, at least better than me."

Aimar also felt that he played a good game, but it is normal for someone to praise him for his good performance, but he can use himself as a comparison...

Did the guy drink a jar of honey, or was there a reason?

This made Aimar vigilant: "Are you injured? Why didn't you tell me?"

Unexpectedly, Raphael knew that he was just stating the facts, which reminded him of bad things like being injured, and hurriedly said: "Don't think about it, I am not injured, if I am injured, I will definitely tell you."

Aimar then snorted and said, "Then I have to thank God, you'd better not make that... mistake again."

Considering that today is a day to be happy and celebrated, he will stop calling him stupid.

This also made him turn the topic back: "You haven't told me, what did you do today? Are you out of shape? Or are you collectively lost in Meazza?"

"Neither of them." Rafael murmured, "It's the most likely situation for a striker."

What's most likely to happen to a striker?

Even though he said it so euphemistically, Aimar understood and joked: "You didn't wear shooting boots? Isn't that still out of shape?"

"That's different!" Raphael said confidently, "Every time I shoot, I feel that I can score, otherwise I will pass!"

"puff!"

"Baby, are you still laughing at me?"

"You're masturbating yourself, so you're not allowed to laugh at me?"

"Honey, please change the adjective considering the winter break is only a week away."

Aimar: "...what's on your mind?"

But his complaints only got someone's smug laughter.

Although they are separated by thousands of miles, as long as Aimar thinks of him lying on their warm bed in the Apennines winter night, smiling so happily with Bart in his arms, he can't help but say: "Okay, I admit, I miss you too gone."

What responded to him now was someone's increasingly smug laughter.

Aimar couldn't help but shook his head, and said to him: "Wait for me, I'll start the car first, otherwise it would be too strange to see me after Ayala and the others came out."

Raphael is satisfied now, and of course he won't make trouble at this time.

He rubbed Good Bart's ears, but then ruthlessly signaled him to get off the bed.

Bart looked at him innocently, whimpering.

It's like saying "this place is so big, I only occupy such a small space".

But Raphael was unmoved and gave orders to it again.

This made Bart lick the back of his hand reluctantly, and then obediently jumped off the field, and returned to his nest near the end of the bed to lie down.

Although their movements were not big, Aimar still heard, "Little Rafa, have you bullied Bart?"

"I didn't bully it," Raphael said while turning off the light, "I just let it go back to its den."

Isn't that bullying it?

Aimar smiled helplessly, heard him turn off the light, and then heard some rustling movements, he guessed that someone had returned to the warm bed.

When these small noises were over and someone let out a sigh of satisfaction, he also laughed and said the sentence that should have been told to him when he got in the car.

"Congratulations on your third Ballon d'Or, just one step and you can redefine success."

Just one sentence made Raphael regret turning off the lights too early.

He even felt that he shouldn't drive Bart away, because at this moment he can only share with Bart!

The root cause is still to "blame" Aimar's mouth for not being sweet enough, and usually he would not say such words to coax him.

But rather than "complaining", he wanted to say to his little curly hair: "Baby, did you just ask me what's on my mind?"

Aimar would not have accepted such words before, but today...

"Ok?"

Although it was just a "hmm", Raphael was satisfied.

He smiled and said, "Of course it's you. I kicked Bart down, so I can only think about you."

When he said this, he was full of confidence, and felt that he could get more beautiful love words in exchange.

One second passed, two seconds and three seconds passed, and he only heard a low-pitched laughter.

This made him unable to hold back his face and snorted forcefully in protest. Μ.三彡ㄚQxS.CǒM

Aimar laughed heartily at first, and then teased: "Did you drive Bart away just to say this?"

"Say what you should say," Raphael threatened, "or you'll see me enjoying Estella's lunch when you wake up tomorrow."

Aimar has wanted to use this trick ever since he convinced his parents to move from Argentina to Valencia.

Although Aimar missed him, he didn't want to accept such a surprise when the holiday was only one week away.

So he "reluctantly" said: "I also admit that I miss you, the kind that I miss you very much."

After confessing, he didn't give someone a chance and turned the conversation to that award.

"I'm glad you got this trophy, but I think you should find a suitable place for it to live in. Your cloakroom can't accommodate them anymore."

It has been two or three years since they sorted out those trophies last time.

Although he didn't see the current situation of the cloakroom, but thinking about the speed at which someone took the cups, Aimar also guessed that their current situation must be extremely crowded.

"You're right," Raphael admitted, "The cloakroom originally belonged to us, and I'm already very annoyed that they took up a lot of space. Now I really can't fit them all."

What's that called, Aimar thought, it's the cups that are wronged, okay?

So he asked, "Are you going to find a room for them?"

"Do not."

"No? Didn't you say you can't let go?"

"Hmm. But I don't plan to move them, because even if I change places, you will definitely not be satisfied, and you will have to clean them up later."

Aimar: "...I already have a visual sense. So what do you want to do? I have time tomorrow, do you want a video?"

He felt compelled to make room for that, no, two important trophies.

Raphael said: "I'm going to take them to London, the house is too big, I think it's empty, just right for the purpose. Honey, will you come with me to decorate it?"

Aimar: "..."

Someone's tail is wagging, and they are close to saying "Baby come with me" in a blunt and coquettish manner.

Apparently that's what someone was after.

Seeing that he didn't answer right away, Raphael continued his efforts: "Dad said that Manchester United fans gave me a special Christmas present, and I want you to accompany me to open it together."

After hearing this sentence, Aimar finally couldn't help it, "What did you just shout?"

"Gift?"

"No, that's not it." Aimar laughed. "You call Al Papa. You wouldn't call him that in front of me before."

It was this sentence that made Raphael roll his huge eyes.

Well, even if no one can see it.

On Valentine's Day last year, what he cared about was gifts, but what this curly hair cared about was having dinner with Hughes and that fat man.

Now he's talking about the Christmas presents the fans gave him, but what he cares about is what he calls his dad?

If he hadn't abducted the deer yet, he would have wanted to ask him——

Baby, who isn't romantic now?

But even though he didn't "question" Little Curly, he didn't answer at all. This was his protest.

Aimar waited for two seconds without waiting for his answer, so he knew what he was thinking.

This made him helpless: "I'm just glad that your relationship has become better. Will he accompany you to Paris to witness you get that trophy?"

This is obviously a good explanation, and Raphael also smiled.

"He is obviously very dedicated and knows football better than before, so he is very happy and wants to accompany me to receive the award."

Aimar asked with concern: "Then do you agree?"

"Hmm, of course I agree. I also want you to accompany me to receive the award, but it's unrealistic. But since you can't accompany me, you should accompany me to build an honor room."

The coquettish ghost turned the topic back again, what else could Aimar do besides raising the French flag?

Although he definitely wanted to get into the cracks in the ground when he told his parents, he really missed him.

The moment he agreed, Raphael took advantage of the victory to finalize the date with him.

Raphael was finally satisfied after making sure he was flying to London just after Christmas.

Aimar could not help laughing when he heard his voice getting quieter and his sleepiness getting thicker and thicker, and finally only breathing was even.

When he drove the car onto the private road and saw the villa with the door lights on for him, he said softly, "Baby Rafa, good night. Bart—"

"Wang!"

Aymar smiled.

"Good night."