The Barcelona team arrived in London a week ago, and the hotel they have booked is in the Fulham area, close to the stadium.

When I arrived in England, it was gray and raining, the lights of this bustling city were sparsely lit, and the Victorian buildings were still silent and gentlemanly. It is shrouded in a temperate maritime climate, foggy, humid and cold.

Carlos suddenly remembered that he had never seemed to have asked Oleg if he was used to living in England and whether he liked the weather.

Barcelona is almost always bathed in the brightest sunshine, where every grass and tree exudes warmth, unlike here.

Carlos walked at the back of the line with an umbrella and looked around, feeling that it was a little cold.

For the first time, he felt a chill on him.

Soon arrived at the hotel, the team members went upstairs one by one, Carlos hesitated outside, the captain saw that he was heavy and didn't know what to say, sighed, and closed the elevator.

Rijkaard handed the luggage to the waiter and stopped Carlos at the gate.

He knew why Carlos was doing this, and as the manager of the team that had put aside objections and brought the young player into the first team at the age of sixteen and a half, he knew all the life of the genius.

With other key players including the vice-captain currently on the bench, Carlos will have to play to win Chelsea, which have grown in strength over the years and hold the Premier League title. He knew that Carlos was a little delicate, and his circle of friends was very simple, and Oleg was undoubtedly very important to him.

But it's something that has to be faced sooner or later.

"Still thinking?" Rijkaard greeted him and asked.

Carlos nodded slowly, put away the black umbrella, and the waiter came up to get his luggage and umbrella.

"Would you like to talk to me?" The boss led him to the side of the café, where the lights were dim and the rain outside the glass was dazzling the city lights, "Maybe I can help you with something." The boss asked for a sfoto and ordered Carlos a glass of hot milk.

Things were moving quickly, and Carlos didn't move, let alone speak.

The coach took a sip of coffee, looked out the window and supported his chin with his hands: "I had a good coach when I was younger, his name was Cruyff. At that time, Barcelona was far from being strong and did not have a complete academy, I grew up in the Ajax team. I remember it was 1985, when I had just arrived at Ajax, where Cruyff was coaching, and he told me that he wanted to make me a great player. He's my manager, but he's more like an elder. ”

When he said this, the coach chuckled, a little melancholy and misty thoughts, he turned his eyes back to Carlos, who had a slight understanding, and said, "Do you know the story later?" ”

"Go on." Carlos Road.

"I always did well in the team, but then something happened and I made a huge mistake in '87. I seemed very isolated and depressed at the time, and I was out of shape against The Hague. Rijkaard leaned back in his chair, the lights dimmed, Carlos couldn't see his eyes clearly, "The coach reprimanded me very harshly, he was actually right, but I was so young and vigorous at the time that I couldn't listen to a word of advice, and you know what happened later, I left Ajax who had been training me and moved around in European clubs." ”

'My best moments as a player were at AC Milan and even more embarrassing was when I met Ajax again in the Champions League. His voice was low, "At that time, Cruyff was still coaching there, and I was a player he cultivated to attack him the way he taught me, you say, isn't it ridiculous?" ”

Carlos heard his voice, he looked at the manager in a daze, did not interrupt, and continued to listen.

Rijkaard said: "Actually, shortly after I left Ajax, I regretted it a little bit. Cruyff has been very good to me, I wouldn't be where I am without him, but as a player I have to fulfill my obligations and I have a big group of fans behind me who are looking forward to me and I am accountable to them. The pitch is like a battlefield, there is no love for children, there is no heroic shortness, in fact, the best reward I can give to the coach is to let him see my growth over the years, and I want to prove to him that I can indeed become a great star. ”

"You're a great coach now, too." Carlos looked at him, "You came to coach at Barcelona, do you have Cruyff's relationship in it?" Cruyff's later departure from Ajax contributed to the rise of La Masia's academy.

Rijkaard took a sip of espresso and smiled without saying a word.

In him, it perfectly demonstrates the all-attacking and all-defensive strategy advocated by Cruyff, which he has continued to promote during his tenure, taking Barcelona to one peak after another.

"I'm a little tired, let's go first, young people don't want to stay up late with good capital." The coach stood up and touched his head, "Tomorrow I have to get up early to cut my hair, you say, is it better to be bald or flat?" ”

Carlos pursed his lips and looked at him for a moment, then said seriously: "Actually, it's not good. ”

The boss laughed and patted him on the shoulder as he strode out of the café.

It was still pouring rain outside the window, the store's stereo was playing soothing piano music, and Carlos listened with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed.

Oleg undoubtedly played a very important role in his upbringing, both as a mentor and as a friend, but the coach was right.

The moment they meet on the pitch, they will not be bound by love, they will each shoulder their responsibilities and fight for the glory of their team.

Carlos had heard the story of the coach's past, and there were many versions among the players, Rijkaard, who was one of the "Dutch Three Musketeers" of that era, returned to his parent club in 1993, eight years after he left Ajax, and won his fourth Champions League title for Ajax, and his excellent skills and brilliant talent led him to be dubbed the "black swan" by the media.

He thought he knew the coach very well, but when the coach told that history himself, it seemed that many unknown emotions came to him.

Behind the football competition, it is not just the team competition, those sadness and tears, injuries and smiles, at the blowing and end of the whistle, either turn into sharp glass ballast into the heart, or become foam and disappear in the sun.

Carlos doesn't know what kind of test he and Oleg will face after this fight, but he will give it his all.

This, he thought, should be what Oleg would like to see.

Carlos flipped an orange-flavored lollipop out, he had just drunk sweet hot milk, and now the sourness in his mouth was infinitely magnified, he frowned and looked good, still holding the lollipop in his mouth and preparing to leave.

"Excuse me, sir, but you ...... Haven't checked out yet. The waiter whispered.

"Didn't the one I was with just now get married?" Carlos is a little blind.

The waiter shook his head, feeling that he was tall and dangerous, and whispered, "No...... No. ”

Carlos reluctantly took out the card, and the coach had a big buckle!!

Finally returned to the room, Carlos washed up and went to bed to paint.

Before going to bed, he sent another text message to Su Qingjia, telling her that she was okay.

The next day, the training ended early due to the rain, and Carlos went out with an umbrella to go around.

London's subway is very famous, and when he and Su Qingjia came to London to play, they took the subway to visit all the major attractions in the six districts. Bella loved the "TUBE" and spent a long, long walk around King's Cross Station, and she even put a small sticker of lightning bolt on his eyebrow to make him play Harry Potter.

The hotel was close to Stamford Bridge, Chelsea's home stadium, but he made a detour to the Underground and wrote a little poem by Shakespeare on the inside of the carriage he sat in, saying: "When friends use unnatural politeness, you can tell that their feelings have begun to fall." ”

Carlos stared blankly at this sentence, and suddenly understood something, and smiled.

Hopping off at Fulham BroadwayStation, he followed the visitors to Stamford Bridge. Both of these days were open days at the stadium, and most of them wore elegant blue jerseys, waving small flags, and were in high spirits.

Stamford Bridge was built in 1877 and has a long history, but it was his first time at the pitch and he wanted to see one of the stadiums that Oleg uses most often for training and matches.

With a capacity of nearly 45,000 spectators, the stadium is close to a turf quadrangular shape, and the blue seats make it look very peaceful and full of vitality.

In the players' tunnel, several giant posters were hung, including Oleg's.

Carlos raised his head and took two steps back to take a closer look, the playboy was wearing the number 16 jersey and holding the football and smiling brightly, his eyes looking at the green field were unstoppably sharp.

By the time we came out of Stamford Bridge, the rain had stopped, and the sun was out of the sky, and a faint rainbow hung faintly, very faint.

Carlos couldn't help but take out his phone and take a photo, but unfortunately the pixels are not high, so he can't see clearly at all, he kicked the phone in his pocket again, and looked at Rainbow from a distance and smiled.

Although he wore a hat to hide his proud blonde hair, his outstanding height and appearance still made passers-by look back repeatedly, and Carlos pursed the corners of his lips and walked back to the hotel.

In France, Su Qingjia was auditing Dean's composition theory class, and it turned out that he was not only talented, but also a good teacher, he explained the complex music notation knowledge in a simple and easy-to-understand way, and in simple terms, witty and humorous, and the explanation also carried the unique romance of French men, and the teaching effect was great.

After class, she packed up her textbooks and called Carlos.

No matter how busy Mr. Erh is, he will answer his girlfriend's call as soon as possible, and at this point, he is undoubtedly the best boyfriend, except of course, when the game is not allowed to carry a mobile phone.

Su Qingjia heard his clear and beautiful voice, and couldn't help but chuckle, her cheeks were clear and fair, and there was a little peach blossom red, which was dazzling, although she had just come to the school for a short time, many people already knew that as a classical music elf who has become famous in recent years, her talent and beauty are eye-catching, and many people want to know her, but they have not acted because of the opportunity.

The two children in a long-distance relationship chatted for a while, Su Qingjia took the initiative to ask him what was wrong, as a "pillow person", she was very sensitive to hear that he was a little depressed, but it seemed that there was no big problem.

There was a little silence on the other side of the phone, and Carlos struggled for a moment before he confessed: "In two days, we have a game against Chelsea, Oleg...... He will also play. ”

"So you've decided?" In fact, she already knew about this matter, Shen Ke's big mouth couldn't hide anything in front of her, and she also knew that Oleg hadn't contacted her boyfriend for a few days, but Carlos didn't mention it, so she didn't ask, but now Carlos is willing to talk about it, which means that he has already thought about it.

Carlos took the jersey out of his suitcase and said, "Hmm. ”

"So do I need a girlfriend to do?" Su Qingjia curled the ends of her hair and asked, "Do you want a cherry-flavored kiss, or a strawberry-flavored one?" Or is it something else? ”

"Can you have both?" He was a little greedy.

Su Qingjia raised the pear vortex and said, "Okay, but--I owe it first, haha." ”

Carlos was also amused by her, and his ears began to shake unconsciously when he thought about what he wanted to do when they met.

"If Oleg loses, you let him come to me, and I'll introduce him to a few beautiful women from modeling agencies and keep him in a good mood." Su Qingjia quipped, "If he is really dissatisfied, I will reluctantly make it difficult for him, and then introduce Gary to him." ”

Carlos:...... Gary looks like gay?