Chapter 1

Argentina, the June Buenos Aires sun is mild, lukewarm shining on people, making people lazy and not want to move, located in the Belgrano area of the high-end garden villas as if uninhabited, at this time the sound of "bang, bang, bang" is particularly abrupt.

It was a teenager, a blonde boy in a strange posture, I saw him sitting in a wheelchair, his right leg was still in a plaster cast but resting on the armrest next to him, the whole person looked a little miserable and a little indifferent, while his left leg was not affected at all, and he was wearing a brand new white sneaker.

I saw that he flexibly parked the football that bounced back from the wall on his ankle, shook it slightly, the football flew up, he turned his wheelchair, and kicked the football to the opposite wall effortlessly with his left leg, again and again, he kept repeating this action, obviously very happy.

Even after so many hits by the football, the white wall on the opposite side is still as white as ever, and there is no dirty mark left, it is obvious that this teenager has never let the football fall to the ground, and the wall will remain so clean.

Even though it was sunset, the sun was not blazing at all, and the cool breeze was blowing from time to time, such an exercise still made the boy's face sweat a little. He had pale blonde hair that shone with the sun and reached the shoulder sockets, and the sweat from the tip of his nose slowly slid down to his pointed chin, but he didn't care, his eyes were very bright, and his black pupils were full of the shadow of football.

"Raphael," a female voice came from inside the room, with a hint of dissatisfaction, "it's been half an hour, you can't play anymore!"

The voice came from far and near, and a middle-aged woman who also had a brilliant long blond hair walked out, and she couldn't help but stop the football in the air, but she basically didn't touch the football much, how could she compare to the boy with an amazing sense of the ball, but as soon as he stretched out his foot, the football stopped quietly on his ankle, quiet like an ornament.

Before the boy named Raphael could smile proudly, the football was taken away by the woman effortlessly, and he suddenly collapsed his face, and looked at the woman with blinking eyes: "Mom, let me play for a while, I feel that it has only been ten minutes, how can there be half an hour." ”

Raphael has a very good-looking face, but there is still some baby fat on his cheeks, which makes him not handsome now, but very cute, with a somewhat aggrieved expression, people can't help but want to agree to his request.

But apparently, his mother was not among them, Terri held the football in one hand and pinched her son's cheek with the other, satisfied with the touch on her hand, while ignoring the other party's dog light wave, and glared at him: "Do you want to go back to the football field?

"But it really doesn't matter, didn't there be any problems when I went for a check-up yesterday? Raphael stared at the football.

"No," Terri was unmoved, pushing his wheelchair and heading inside, "you have to listen to the doctor." And didn't you make an appointment with Manu to watch the game? The time is almost up, and he'll be here later. ”

"Ah......" Raphael patted his head, sighed, resigned himself to his fate, and lamented, "How can it be interesting to watch the ball and play football by yourself, hmph, when my leg is healed, Mom, you can't care about me anymore." ”

Terri smiled bitterly from behind her wheelchair, but her voice replied gently, "Okay, okay, you can kick as long as you want." Her hand rubbed her son's soft hair, pushed the wheelchair to the living room, and then walked to the kitchen, "Sit still obediently, I'll prepare a snack." ”

As he spoke, he didn't forget to put the football up, which disappointed Rafael with bad intentions.

However, he was apparently idle, and by the time Terri came out with snacks and fruit, Raphael had abandoned his wheelchair and walked around the house with a cane.

"Raphael!" he placed the plate heavily on the coffee table.

The young man felt the murderous aura, shrunk his shoulders and immediately nested himself obediently in the sofa, looking at his mother with innocent eyes.

Fortunately, before the lady could turn on the preaching mode, the doorbell saved him, and Raphael breathed a sigh of relief and shouted happily: "It must be Manu who is here, Mom." He looked at Terri with bright eyes.

Terri couldn't help him, so she went to open the door.

Outside the door was Raphael's friend, Manuel Lanzini, who greeted Terri and ran over to sit next to him with a smile, sitting quite well-behaved, but couldn't hide his excitement: "The game is about to start, you haven't turned on the TV yet?!" his eyes looked around, trying to find the remote control.

Raphael gave him a roll of his eyes, took out the remote control from the side, and started to move slowly.

Terri's voice came: "I'll go tidy up the yard, Manu, you look at Raphael, don't let him move." ”

"No problem, ma'am!" Manuel's voice was serious, but as soon as Terri disappeared, he immediately pounced on Raphael and couldn't wait to snatch the remote control: "You're moving too slowly, I'm really in a hurry!"

"Hey, take care of the sick!" Raphael gave up the remote control very familiarly, and glared at his friend by the way, a pair of round eyes like a tsundere cat, Manuel controlled the selection table, and rubbed his hair with his hands.

"Men's heads and women's waists, don't touch them. Raphael, who was still a little lazy before, immediately blew his hair, pushed him away, and stroked his hair hatefully, "I still want to grow taller, you said you didn't mean it, I hope I'll be as short as you this time next year!" Raphael looked at him suspiciously.

Manuel quickly found the channel to broadcast the game, and before the game started, the commentator was starting the preview of the game, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his face, which already gave a bad impression, was even more ruffian, and he pulled Rafael into his arms and rubbed his hair like a chicken nest: "What's short, what's short, your favorite idol Leo Messi, it's not like a short one." ”

Raphael, who had just opened his teeth and claws to declare his dissatisfaction, immediately collapsed his face, and said with a sullen face: "I said that my idol is not him!

Manuel laughed: "Okay, I know that your one hundred and second letter to the jersey has failed again, don't worry, when I join the national team in the future, I will help you!" he patted his chest and swore that he said.

What Leo Messi, he's really not my idol! Raphael shouted in his heart, but looking at his friend's awkward expression that you were making trouble again, he had to give up this weak defense that he didn't know how many times, grabbed a pillow and beat people aside: "Come on, when you join the national team, I might as well count on myself!"

Then he looked at Manuel and winked at him - look, you knew that you were just playing a tantrum, and Raphael was deflated: "I can't watch the ball yet." ”

Today's match is the national team away to Ecuador, because Argentina and Ecuador have a two-hour time difference, although it is almost six o'clock, the stars in the Atahualpa Olympic Stadium are just warming up, the hustle and bustle of the fans, accompanied by the introduction of the commentator, makes the somewhat quiet living room instantly lively.

Raphael's eyes were fixed on the large TV screen, but his eyes were a little divergent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Manuel was obviously different from him, he was much more excited, and without blinking his eyes, he looked at the stars on the screen one by one who appeared in close-ups, and said: "Rafael, do you think we will win?"

"Huh?" said Raphael, lazily, "your faith has been shaken, and I think it's very likely that you will lose." ”

"Huh?!" Manuel glared back at him, "What about me, Messi can't save your confidence?"

Rafael rolled his eyes, too lazy to correct the question of whether his friend Messi was his idol or not.

Manuel turned his head and continued to look at the TV: "Alas, don't talk about you, since Maradona took charge of the national team, I have become less and less confident. Especially in Bolivia two months ago, it's a shame!" he clenched his fists.

Rafael knew about this, mainly because Manuel often mentioned that 6:1, the biggest humiliation of the national team in half a century, and his ears were calloused. However, he still didn't know a lot about the things here, so he decided not to say a word, and it would be wrong to say more......

The game on the TV began with Manuel's complaints, he watched very seriously, following the actions of the players on the field or shouting or sighing or angry, Rafael also watched seriously, but obviously no friends were involved, and he still had a snack made by Terri in his hand, eating without a bite, and the broadcast camera gave a close-up of a player from time to time, among which the player named Messi was the most in the camera.

Hearing that his club has just won the treble and created the history of the league, Leonel Andres Messi has faintly become the first person in today's football world, and naturally has become the biggest star in this world preliminaries.

So it's no wonder the lens is so biased.

However, this is the player who claims to be the king of the world with only one World Cup? It doesn't seem to be anything special......

Rafael has never been interested in watching others play, and the camera pans to the side of the pitch, where a stocky middle-aged man is dancing and shouting, who has been appearing in the newspapers too often lately, Rafael knows that he is Maradona, the head coach of the national team, and a recognized king.

Rafael hasn't seen the other party play, but he looked at the opponent's figure, compared with the previous Messi, and then looked at Manuel, who was sighing loudly because Messi's small-angle shot from the right side of the forbidden area hit the side netting, and suddenly felt excited, and touched the top of his head with some worry, there will be no defects in the genes of this country, although he is only 165cm now, but he doesn't want to be this height for the rest of his life!

Rafael, who was serious just now, immediately fell into unspeakable youthful troubles, leaving Manuel alone with his mood constantly rising and falling for the game.