ball magic

Randall Li, 8 years old this year, before October 1988, 10, he had been the prettiest cub at Cliff Base.

When reading this text, please do not misunderstand.

He is not dissatisfied with the strength of the newcomers.

On the contrary, he was very happy.

Because this new boy looks really good, whether it's his blond hair, or his blue eyes, and more importantly, his small head, which is a head shorter than him.

Well, yes, this was the image of his brother he wanted.

But when this cute-looking boy shoveled at him, Randall liked him even more.

He loves his game, but even more his competitiveness.

This is not because he has any weird masochistic tendencies, but because he has finally met a teammate who can fight side by side.

Since they are the same age, it means that they will grow up together. When they are old enough to be selected for the national team, they can become teammates with Michael!

Randall thought there was nothing better than this, although it also made him realize that he had been waiting for such a teammate.

So he was very serious about the showdown with him.

He also very much hopes that he will recognize his strength, and the most important thing is of course to become his teammate.

Of course, this kind of thing can't let his other teammates know.

Because he cares about them too, and he likes them too, but this new one is just too special.

So when he walked up to the cute boy after the game, he was already planning to invite him to his house.

Maybe he could invite Michael sometime...

He even thought up the menu, and he felt that Lao Li's cooking skills would definitely help him win the boy's heart.

then……

nothing more...

Instead, he got the experience of failing to make friends for the first time in his life.

This made him so wronged that he wanted to go home, but his training was not over yet...

But he is a strong boy, even though his heart has become fragmented, but he insisted on completing all the training arrangements for this day.

It's just that the strength that belongs to a little man was completely exhausted on his way home.

When he got home, he couldn't help rushing into Mummy's arms, and flirted with Mummy.

As for his father's white eyes, he ignored them all.

After all, he suffered a lot of grievances today.

This is an unbearable burden for an 8-year-old boy. Of course he has to talk to his favorite mommy, right?

Even if he usurped Mummy, but he was Mummy's only child, of course she wanted to comfort him.

He even thought-

At worst, I won't borrow your wife when I fall in love in the future!

Li's father saw that his son didn't care about himself, so he could only shake his head helplessly, but his son seemed to have been wronged, and he also felt distressed, so he asked, "Did you have a game today? Did you lose? Or are you being treated as a girl? I think it must be because you are too delicate, if you are more like a boy, they will not admit it wrong."

Randall wanted nothing more than a hug from his mother, but he was probably so wronged that when his jealous dad laughed at him for being a squeamish, he spoke out about his grievance.

To strengthen his convincing, he also pointed to his mother, "He has blond hair like my mother! He also has blue eyes like my mother! But my hair is black! My eyes are also black!"

He is envious, enviable, oh, he is even more aggrieved now, why didn't he inherit the part of his mother?

Lao Li is furious, this son can't be taken anymore!

But he still heard the truest thoughts of his son, so he had to ask patiently: "You think he is like Mommy, so you want to have such a friend?"

Randall pouted and said, "It's my brother! He's a short man, but he's good at playing football, super good! Except for Michael, I've never seen such a good player, none of them."

Lao Li took a sneak peek at his wife, and saw her making a gesture of "you go on".

He could only helplessly say to his son: "It was you who said before that you don't want a younger brother or a younger sister."

Randall said as a matter of course: "If it is a child born by Mommy, of course not. It belongs to someone else's family, so I like it."

He wants a good-looking younger brother and sister, but it doesn't mean he wants to share Mommy's love.

Lao Li: "..."

Forget it, I'm too tired.

But his wife gave him another look, and he could only suppress the thought of beating up the child, and continued: "All you like friends who are good-looking and strong. But you don't even think about it, they are good-looking, You are good at playing football, why do I have to be friends with you?"

Randall's eyes suddenly opened round and round, as if he had encountered the number one problem in life.

Yes, he is also very good, why do you have to make friends with him?

Lao Li took the opportunity to say again: "And your Michael. I used to think that you were too delicate in front of him. You are his friend, not his little girlfriend, so don't let him do this when we play together, do it. Well, he's definitely not happy about that either. After all, your Michael is good-looking and good at playing football, isn't he?"

Randall: TAT

He never seems to have considered such a question before, is he really not good enough for Michael, woo!

But his mother gave his father a hard look at this moment.

What the hell kind of metaphor are you talking about?

Why do you say your son is Owen's little girlfriend?

Li's father said in his heart, it's all your fault, who told you not to give him this hairstyle, and spoiled him, making him so squeamish, just a little squeamish.

But does he dare to say it?

He only dared to be a strict wife.

Instead, his son pouted and said, "I know, I won't complain to Michael when I call him later, I must be his best friend, and I must make him love me the most!"

Li's father: "..."

I don't think I taught you that way, did I?

Randall soon returned to his temporary home in Cheshire, and Raphael's journey home was much more difficult.

Along the way they came, they went to the car rental agency near the train station to return the car, and then waited for a while before they got the train they were going to take, followed by another long journey of nearly 3 hours.

Because Raphael looked unwilling to talk to him when he came, Byron could only read a book to pass the time by himself.

But on the way back, Raphael seemed to be in a much better mood, but he was so fucking depressed, so Byron thought it was necessary for him to talk to the boy.

"Rafa, shall we talk?" he asked.

Raphael glanced at him, then shook his head without hesitation.

"I know what you want to say to me, you'd better shut up. Because no matter what you say, you can't convince me. Only my father and sister can make me obey willingly."

Byron: "..."

He also said a fart!

He snorted, and simply ignored the boy who was looking out the window boredly.

But after a few minutes, he felt too bored, and the boy should be more bored than him, so he winked at the boy and said, "Charming boy, let me draw you a picture, you don't have to do anything, go home and we You can give this to Veronica."

This time he caught the boy's attention, but his eyes...

Byron said angrily, "Hey, what do you mean, do you think I can't draw? I'm very good at drawing!"

Rafael raised his eyebrows and said: "Dad said you are an idealist. The idealists I understand are not very down-to-earth, and painting is like playing football. It requires talent, but it also requires hard work."

Byron: "..."

He wasn't unhappy, really, he was rather happy.

Because this was the first time the boy communicated with him, he spoke his mind.

Although he has a high profile and is a bit prejudiced against him, it's a good start, isn't it?

Byron said: "I can't praise myself for drawing well, just like you never praise yourself for playing football well, can you?"

After Raphael nodded, he said again: "How about this, I will draw a picture for you, and then you can give me a grade. It is easy to hurt my self-esteem by directly scoring. How about a thumbs up?"

Raphael raised his eyebrows, then nodded.

But in the next second, he heard Byron say: "Good boy, cute little boy, it's easy to get forehead wrinkles like you..."

Rafael frowned when he heard him gossip, and when he still didn't know how to stop, he couldn't help but said: "Javier said you like men, and you like my papi, is that true?"

Byron: Scratch!

He doesn't think Javier is a good boy anymore, ever!

Don't even think about using his ID card to buy wine, ever!

Next time he secretly drank the wine at home, he would expose him as well!

But it also let Byron know why the boy didn't like him.

After all, which boy who loves his father deeply would like his rumored boyfriend?What's more, Raphael himself is a domineering child.

But this question needs to be answered well.

After thinking for a while, Byron pointed to himself and said, "In this world, not everyone will fall in love with others.

For example, your father once loved your mother very much, although this love did not come to an end.

There are also some people who naturally like men and fall in love with them.

And me?

I haven't met my love yet.

But love knows no age.So in love, the two of us are equal.

But I have people I like, for example, I like my family, do you also like Veronica and Javier?Otherwise you wouldn't have insisted that they follow you to England.

I also like your dad because we are friends.

You'll definitely have your own friends too, and when you want to make friends with someone, that's a liking too.

If there is a girl you particularly like to make friends with, then you have to pay attention, because you may find out that you are in love with her one day in the future, which is called falling in love.

If there is that day, please be sure to tell me and share with me.

I like you too, because you are really a cute boy.If you smile at me, you're cuter than Randall is today. "

After Byron finished speaking, he was almost moved.

But he found that Raphael was just looking at him, looking at him with those blue eyes so similar to his father, but so different.

In those eyes, there was a scrutiny that he didn't know where it came from, and there was a child's innate curiosity and doubts.

Eventually they all disappeared, a glimpse from the corner of his mouth.

Byron couldn't tell whether it was a smile or a curl of his lips. He could only say that this was a very "advanced" action movie, so "advanced" that he might never see it on Hughes.

And the boy who made such a gesture said, "You're very glib, that's what Ronnie said.

She also taught me not to learn from you.

So if you're going to fall in love with someone, I hope it's not Roni, or I'll kick your balls like I kicked Javier!

Finally, if you don't draw anymore, just keep your mouth shut and don't bother me. "

Byron heard a "poof" from the passenger behind him.

It's just that he didn't suppress the laughter lightly, which made Byron want to turn his head and ask——

Sir, are you polite?

But he didn't, because he didn't have the face to question others.

After all, he was threatened by an 8-year-old boy by kicking his balls...

This was too scary for a man, so scary that he didn't even want to ask Javier if he had really been kicked.

That being the case, he had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and took out his portable notebook from the briefcase, and then began to draw a picture of this little poisonous tongue.

However, he was still aggrieved, so while watching him, he muttered: "You look a lot like your father, you really do, but the way you speak is too mean, it may be inherited from your grandfather, you know , your grandfather was a judge."

But the mean boy in front of him just raised his chin proudly.

"Papi and Fresoren will tell me about my family."

Doesn't this still make him talk too much?Byron could only keep his mouth shut.

But the next moment he looked at the boy and smiled.

Before this exchange, he knew that the boy in front of him was smart, and now it seemed that he was smarter than he expected.

So he asked him while drawing: "I know you like football, but football should not be your only choice. You can become a judge in the future, a lawyer, or something else."

But he found the boy shook his head decisively.

He asked the boy curiously: "Are you not interested, or do you only love football?"

He guessed right, and the boy proudly announced to him—

"I like football. At least for now I only like football."

Byron looked at his little chin now raised, and laughed again.

But this time he couldn't help being a mean adult.

"Fine, I think that's a good goal. But you can drink more milk, because I see other children are taller than you, and that cutie is a head taller than you."

He definitely hit the boy's backside right, because he glared at him the rest of the way.

Even if he is painting for him...

Well, Byron thought, he didn't know how others would rate his drawing, but he knew he wasn't going to get the boy's thumb.

When the train arrived, it was an hour later than they expected to go home, so by the time they got home, it was after dinner time.

But everyone is waiting for them.

Raphael was especially happy when he saw his older sister, who was busy with language school, and sprinted, embraced, hugged, and kissed in one go.

He also, as always, saw a hint of jealousy in his old friend's face.

This made him couldn't help laughing.

Oh, it deserves it!

The boy who gets enough kisses from his sister, then runs to his long-awaited daddy, and there's a lot of promiscuity ensuing.

Seeing the picture of his old friend picking up his son, Byron couldn't help rolling his eyes again.

He wanted to remind him, hey, your son is 8 years old, 8 years old.

Even if he is shorter than his peers, you shouldn't hold him like this.

If other children of the same age see him, they will definitely laugh at him, and even give him nicknames like "Daddy's Little Sweetheart Raphael".

As in the past, there was only one reason why he didn't say it out——

He knew that he had said it, and the father and son who had been separated for 6 years would not listen.

Because everyone is hungry, they want to eat dinner first.

Of course, in order to satisfy everyone's curiosity, he can only "reluctantly" be an unwelcome guy at the dinner table who doesn't know what it means to shut up.

He said a lot, such as Rafa was not happy in the car.

At this time, he noticed that little Rafa glared at Javier, who had almost turned into a shrinking turtle.

In fact, Byron didn't understand. There was a 6-year difference between them. Why was Javier afraid of this bully boy?

Is it really because of being kicked in the balls?

Considering the lethality of this topic to a teenager, he planned to wait until Javier became an adult to resolve the doubts in his heart.

He went on to talk about that sweet little Randall.

When he mentioned the name, he saw Raphael start to stare at him again.

At this time, Byron especially wanted to say to the old friend who doted on his son: Look, your son glared at Javier and then glared at me. He usually does the same to me.

His acting skills are so mediocre, why can't you see and discover it?

Byron, who was stared at, continued: "You really should meet that child. Before meeting him, I thought Raphael must be the cutest boy in the world. But after seeing him, I knew I wrong."

After he said this, he found that Javier, and even Veronica, who had been eating in silence, looked at him unhappy, and his friend raised his eyebrows.

Of course Byron knew the reason, and he deliberately said: "I think Rafa thinks so too, because this kid actually thinks little Randall is a little girl, and he thinks that Manchester United recruited a little girl."

After hearing his words, the inexperienced Javier was the first to laugh. It was like a signal of the arrival of a train, which also made Veronica and Hughes smile.

Veronica even asked Rafael, "Rafa, did you treat that boy as a little girl?"

Raphael, who was asked by his sister, looked at her for a while before nodding reluctantly.

He didn't want to admit his embarrassment, but he was even less willing to lie in front of his sister.

Now the people at the table laughed again.

Hughes patted his son's shoulder with a smile and said, "Does that boy have long hair? This is actually a very common misunderstanding, so don't be shy."

After getting the "Papa Card" to go down the steps, Raphael looked at Byron again, this time as if to say——

I see what else you can say!

You have such a big mouth!

Byron ignored the boy's provocation and continued: "That Randall played football very well, very very well, and Rafael praised him for his outstanding performance. Today's trial training is the performance of the two of them. The boy brought Rafa down with a clean behind-the-back tackle, and Rafa hit back."

Raphael looked at his father obviously nervously.

The reason why he obediently went to a place as far away as Manchester United for a trial training, and it was because his father could not accompany him, was only because he was worried that his father thought he was a bad boy.

Well, he knew he was not a good boy, Ronnie had educated him a lot, and even beat his PP, but he didn't want his father to think so.

Especially since he was forced to leave the team at home for that reason.

Hughes laughed when he saw the look in his eyes.

Although his eyes always have a filter when looking at his little angel, the filter is just a filter, even through the filter, he can see many things.

So he knew his son's nature, before he was sacked by Chelsea.

As for his son's playing style, even if he doesn't know football very well, he knows that he can use the word "dominant" to describe it.

But his smile made Raphael even more unhappy.

He was very happy that his father didn't mind, but he didn't mind that Byron would drag him down and tarnish his image in his father's heart in person!

So he put down his knife and fork, and glared at Byron, as if he wanted to say to him——

If these delicious meals can't shut your mouth, I'll do it for you with my hands!

But Byron didn't give up.

No, it didn't shut up.

He went on to talk about the specific game situation, including the "middle man" game proposed by the head coach of Manchester United's children's group.

Because this game is too interesting for him, I will describe it more accurately.

At this time, Raphael knew how good this guy's memory was, because he couldn't even pick out the mistakes.

Fortunately, both father and sister looked very happy, so he didn't interrupt.

After talking about the interesting game, Byron talked about the coach's attitude towards Raphael and the conditions offered by Manchester United.

When Byron said this, Raphael, who had long been unable to hold back, was finally able to speak.

He opened his mouth and said, "Manchester is too far, too far, I don't want to go."

Although he emphasized this point on the phone, he still has to repeat it now.

Byron looked at him speechlessly.

Everything is back to the original point——

So why did you agree to go to Manchester United for a trial?

But he didn't say that.

Because he remembered that Raphael was still an 8-year-old child.

He was so well-behaved that he didn't even need to go to the bathroom with him during the round trip that took them nearly 8 hours!

Then he'll be singing Hallelujah!

What did Rafael get besides those hours of racing?The scenery on the road?

Perhaps it was because of these scenery that he lost interest in Manchester United, or the distant Manchester.

At this time, the head of the family still makes the decision.

However, Hughes said: "These are not what we are going to discuss now, we can talk about it later. Now let's eat first."

Raphael wanted Dad to just give up, but when Hughes took his plate and peeled the shrimp for him with his hands, he took the protest back.

Well, his stomach is hungry, he wants to eat the shrimp peeled by papi.

After they finished their meal, Byron slipped away immediately.

And faster than him is Javier.

The awkward adolescent boy was avoiding his younger brother like a ghost.

It struck Byron as odd that the teenager would always look at his brother as Tom saw Jerry.

However, Byron did not go back to his room directly, but came to Hughes' study as the master.

Then he opened his briefcase, took out the notebook, and tore off the sketch.

After thinking about it, he tore off another page and wrote on it: "Your son is very happy when he is playing football, but he is very well-behaved and lonely on the road."

Then he left the study and returned to his bedroom.

Ah, after a day of tossing around, he can also take a good bath.

But when he took his pajamas and came to the bathroom, he laughed the next moment.

After a quick undressing reception, he stepped into a tub filled with water and lit his favorite scented candle.

This is his good time.

After they all left, Veronica asked Raphael some questions about Manchester United.

But his younger brother obviously didn't want to go to Manchester, which was far away in his heart, and his mouth was pouting high.

Veronica couldn't help shaking her head.

She could have said something to comfort him, or coax him, or even firmly asked him to be obedient and not to bargain, he was fired and has not been punished...

But now she is no longer the guardian of US Rafael.

After coming to the UK, she was also one of the minors protected by Hughes, the guardian.

So she still wanted to leave time to Hughes, and after kissing Raphael's forehead, she left.

After his sister left, Rafael looked at Hughes nervously, and whispered, "Papi, I didn't foul when I shoveled that guy, it's an action allowed by the rules."

When he said this, Hughes felt a little distressed. He hugged his son on his lap, kissed his little face and said, "I know you won't do it for no reason. The other party also admitted that he scolded you. No. I don't think you are a kid who likes to hit because of that. Rafa, my little baby, my little angel, that's over."

This made Raphael a little happy, and his happiness was hidden in his father's chest.

But when he did this, he felt that it was not enough, so he wrapped his arms around his father's neck and kissed his chin with a little stubble.

Although it was a little itchy to be pricked, he liked the feeling.

Because that's something Veronica doesn't have, let alone that moron.

"Can papi take you upstairs?" Hughes said. "Papi wants to hear about your day. It's been a long day. I've been thinking about you."

Raphael was finally happy now.

He then told Papi loudly how much he missed him.

On the way to Manchester, scoring the first goal, calling him, on the way home...

Hughes' heart melted in his child's voice.

Hearing his words, he picked him up and carried him upstairs like this.

When he returned to his son's room, he asked his son: "You don't like Manchester United because it's too far away?"

Under the gaze of Papi's blue eyes, Raphael thought for a while, then nodded obediently.

He didn't like lying in front of his sister, and neither did he in front of his father.

Hughes smiled, and after rubbing his son's cheek affectionately, he said to his son: "Before I let you go to Manchester United for a trial training, I thought about moving, but I haven't decided where to move yet."

move place?

Raphael's eyes widened: "Doesn't that cost money? Roni said that houses in England are very expensive."

Hughes didn't expect them to discuss such a topic behind their backs, but since Veronica would consider the issue of housing prices, it might be because that proud girl also has a proud heart.

He made a note of this and said to his son, "Javier is fired."

Raphael: =mouth=

He knew that guy did something stupid! Μ.三彡ㄚQxS.CǒM

He wants Roni to blow his dog's head off!

He also wants to kick his balls himself!

Hughes laughed when he saw his expression, and then said to him: "You know, Byron and I are not working now, the tuition fees and living expenses in London are very high, Manchester United is said to be able to exempt you from clothing costs, And give you a free meal, and even subsidize other expenses, baby, you're raising a family."

Raphael: =mouth=

He can support a family!

This made him shout loudly: "Then I'll go! I think his coach here is smarter. That 'little girl' has a very good sense of the ball and good skills. I think he is very strong..."

Just as Hughes was about to say to him, "It's not polite to call someone a nickname," his son said imposingly: "He wears No. 10. I'm going to order that jersey! I'll make the coach prefer me!"

Hughes: "..."

Forget it, he decided not to correct this little baby, isn't Rafa like this cute?

He said to Rafael: "Papi also thinks you can do it. But do you know how to make the coach love you more?"

Then he saw his son blinking at him flickeringly.

This is simply a foul!

Hughes quickly raised the white flag and said, "It's like this now. But we can learn some more words. I watched two games today while waiting for your call, and I wrote down some words. You may need them..."

Raphael nodded obediently, but was still tired of his father's arms, and followed him to memorize words.It wasn't until it was time to take a bath that he shyly pushed Dad out of the door.

He's already taking a shower!