Aiku

I've been married to Aiki for 23 years now. He is 37 and I am 35. We have a son, Kirill, who is 15; he loves football very much because my husband, Aiki, plays it.
A match is coming up soon. As usual, Aiki doesn't care because, you know, his team is very strong—including Sae Itoshi, a world-class Japanese player who came here to Russia.
The match finally arrives. My son and I are sitting in the VIP seats in the front rows, watching my husband walk out with his team, and beside them, the opposing team—the "scrawny weaklings," as he called them after the game.
The entire match went very well; Aiki played as a forward alongside Sae Itoshi.
After the match, I approach him while my son runs over to congratulate him, but I'm going to congratulate him differently)
He looked at me questioningly and said:

• Why aren't you congratulating me?