ball magic

July 2002, 5 at 11pm.

After the last league game, Aymar and Ayala didn't even have time to celebrate the hard-won league championship with the fans, so they hurried to the airport and headed for the Apennines.

Such haste is actually because the Argentine national team started training as early as the 7th.

Although there were only a few players who could participate in training at that time, their stubborn head coach insisted on this arrangement.

But after playing the league game, he rushed to the airport, and Ayala, who still hadn't warmed up with the trophy, was full of complaints.

"What kind of weird arrangement is this? The game ends on the night of the 11th, and we are allowed to return to the team on the 12th. There is not even a day off!"

But this kind of complaint made Aimar respond with one sentence——

"Think of how many people are envious of you, and I think it will make you feel better."

It was just such a sentence that made Ayala's full of resentment disappear in an instant.

For the World Cup, what is it to go to the city of Rome starry night?

He could even take a red-eye flight halfway around the world back to South America if necessary!

Ayala's full of complaints were disintegrated by Aymar's words, but he approached Aymar and asked in a low voice: "Why do I think you are not in a good mood?"

Emma raised an eyebrow.

Does he have it?

As if knowing what he was "saying", Ayala said firmly: "I'm not mistaken, you really look in a bad mood."

Aimar shook his head: "It's not bad, if there is, it's a pity."

Ayala wondered: "Sorry?"

Aimar nodded: "Yes, it's a pity. Because we couldn't celebrate with the fans, we all know how important this trophy is to everyone."

What is a wealthy family?

For a top giant like Real Madrid, recapturing the Champions League after 32 years is the most silent period in the history of this century-old giant.

But for a team like Valencia, winning the league championship again after 31 years is enough to make all Valencia fans in the city rejoice.

After so many years in Valencia, how could Aimar have no affection for the team and the fans?

After years of struggle, they finally brought the Bat Corps a trophy that fans were looking forward to, but they failed to celebrate with everyone. How could he not regret it?

Aymar didn't say these words, but Ayala was several years older than him, so how could he not understand what he was thinking?

He doesn't want Aimar to welcome the World Cup with such emotions.

Just when Ayala wanted to tease him, Aymar reached into his pocket and took out his mobile phone.

After seeing this action, Ayala asked speechlessly: "Isn't that guy a good baby? Why haven't you slept yet?"

Aimar looked down at the text message, and when he looked up, there was a smile on his face, and he explained: "They flew to Scotland at 8 o'clock in the evening, and now they have just arrived at the hotel in Glasgow, and they will go to bed soon."

This made Ayala click his tongue: "That is to say, that guy has gone to Scotland before you arrived in Apennines?"

After seeing Aimar nodding, he couldn't help but "tsk" and complained, "I don't think there are many people who can fall in love like you, and there is no tacit understanding at all."

This kind of complaint also made Aimar laugh, and then sent the senior's emotion to Rafael intact.

Then he waited for a few seconds before Raphael's reply came——

[You ask that guy, how many couples got more cups than us? ]

It was such a sentence that made Aimar almost burst out laughing.

When he saw Ayala→_→'s small eyes, he handed over the phone graciously.

Ayala accepted the text message without even thinking about it, but when he read the short text message, he had mixed feelings, and even greeted himself in his heart——

He handed it to you, and you took it?

Why are you so stupid!

His little eyes, which had suffered [-] points of trauma, made Aimar unable to hold back any longer, and laughed.

And Aymar who was smiling like this made Ayala want to shake his head speechlessly.

Look, today's young people are still regretting one second, and can laugh so happily the next second.

On May 2002, 5, the first batch of Argentine international players gathered in Rome and ushered in the first decent training session.

And Raphael, who is far away in Glasgow, the largest city in Scotland, is not idle. He will attend the pre-match press conference with Owen.

This is not a good job, think about it, this is Scotland, so it goes without saying whose home is this?

You must know that when the old man with the red nose was coaching Aberdeen, he also served as the head coach of the Scottish national team.

So at the end of this press conference, even Raphael breathed a sigh of relief.

His exaggerated expression also attracted Owen's complaints: "It deserves it, whoever asked you to provoke them, John is right not to wipe your ass for you."

But his schadenfreude only got Raphael's glance and correction.

"First of all, I didn't take the initiative to provoke them. I just reminded Ferguson that there is a possibility of capsized in the gutter. Secondly, I don't need John to 'wipe my ass' for me."

However, what Owen is interested in is: "How did you 'remind' him, have you deleted the text message? I don't believe what you say without the text message."

This guy has written the words "Let me be healthy" all over his face, how could Raphael let this little guy succeed?

Just when he was about to hit the little dwarf, the phone in his pocket rang.

Raphael took out his phone as quickly as possible, raised his eyebrows when he saw the sender, and then put the phone back in his pocket.

Seeing such an abnormal behavior, Owen asked curiously, "Who sent it to you? Nesta? Batty?"

He guessed it was these two. After all, the best relationship with this guy at Manchester United was these two guys.

Of course, he couldn't imagine the picture of Rafael and Keane, Ryan Giggs, Scholes and others texting each other. This style of painting is too strange.

"Barty."

Hearing this name, Owen laughed again, "Did he watch our press conference? Check out what that guy said, I'm curious."

He said "curiosity" clearly, and Raphael simply took out his phone again, opened the text message, glanced at it, rolled his eyes, and handed the phone to Owen.

Owen glared at him instead: "As far as my Spanish level is concerned, it's not bad if I can barely understand what you are saying. You still point to me knowing these letters?"

And the reason why he has learned a lot of Spanish without knowing it is not because there are far more Spanish speakers than Italian in this wonderful team of Inter Milan!

He pointed to Raphael as an interpreter, but Raphael had already put away his phone, and said with a blank expression: "It's just a bunch of provocative trash talk, obviously that guy is a naive ghost."

Owen shook his head. You, the guy who took the initiative to provoke Ferguson, have the nerve to call Batty childish?

But rather than complaining, Owen cared more about——

"Don't you actually respond to him? You don't lose if you lose, how can you not hit his arrogance!"

Raphael: "..."

He thinks it's not a big deal for this guy to just watch the fun.

At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket rang again.

This voice made Raphael raise his eyebrows. When he took out his mobile phone and saw the taunt from Batty again, he raised the corners of his mouth and pressed the keyboard.

Owen waited patiently for his reply, and then asked excitedly after he finished speaking: "How did you hit back at him?"

Raphael took back his phone, put his hands in his pockets, and walked forward slowly, "I just told that rookie, if you get too excited, you can find something else to do instead of chattering endlessly in front of others."

That's it?

Owen shook his head in great disappointment, but after a few seconds, he felt that something was wrong, and then roared angrily: "Who are you calling a rookie!"

But what responded to him was the back of Raphael's cold head.

Who is a rookie, don't you know?

It's no wonder Owen could bear it, he rushed to his back with a dash, and then choked someone.

Thanks to his speed and agility, he did this series of movements smoothly, but before his arms could finish the last movement, his butt had already fallen to the ground.

And this kind of picture also made several staff members in the corridor couldn't help laughing.

Owen: "..."

屮!

At the same time, Batty is also denouncing loudly——

"Stinky boy, who are you calling a rookie! Even if it's my first time playing in the Champions League final, I can kill everyone!"

Seeing his impotent and furious expression, Nesta, who lived with him because of language problems, couldn't help shaking his head.

That kid's mouth is so poisonous, it's too stupid to send it to the door knowing this.

After lamenting how stupid he was, Nesta picked up the nuts and continued to chew.

Batty didn't see the small eyes of his roommate. He poked the keyboard and felt that it would be better to make a phone call instead of texting.

Just as he was about to dial, another text message came in on his phone.

He thought it was from Raphael again, but when he opened it, he found that the text message was from Bielsa——

This is Argentina's second big list!

Rafael, Crespo, Veron, Redondo, Simeone, Saviola, Claudio Lopez, Kyle Gonzalez, Zanetti, Chamott, Samuel All selected!

So far, the Argentine national team's 23-man roster for the World Cup in Korea and Japan has been officially announced!

Batty stared at the list for a long time, so long that Nesta put down his beloved nuts, and asked curiously, "What did that poisonous kid say?"

But what responded to him was Batty's bright and somewhat harsh smile, and a nasty sentence that almost gave him goosebumps——

"Although Rafa has a bad tongue, he can be very cute sometimes."

Raphael, cute?

Nesta snorted, feeling that these Argentines were hopeless.

But Batty at this moment is so satisfied.

Him, Rafa, Redondo.

The three traitors can finally go to the World Cup side by side!