The shouting around him never stopped, and Oleg was stunned for a moment before he got up from the ground. The Camp Nou has undergone a lot of changes over the years, but overall it has not changed, the stands and the spectators still seem so familiar, but he is no longer part of this glorious club.

He stood there looking at Carlos as he passed the ball, his eyes lowered.

Barcelona is far from London, with a different climate, a different geography, a different language, and a different team.

He had a hard time in the dressing room when he first arrived at Chelsea, with the old players ostracizing him, the new players hating him, and he often remembered his days at La Masia when he secretly ate lollipops in the bathroom. At that time, many things were very simple, there was no violence and utilitarianism, only simple effort. The little golden retriever would learn to draw from him, and would dislike his lollipops, but more often than not, the young and shy boy would ask him little questions about girls.

There were many girls who spent the night at his bedside, and when he went to England, he found that Spanish girls were the ones who best suited his appetite.

Only the little golden retriever and his dark-haired doll have not changed at all, and after all this time, they have finally come together.

The logo on the rostrum at Camp Nou still flashes, and the motto "More than one club" stung Oleg's eyes - once upon a time, he had fought hard at Camp Nou for these characters, but one always has to move forward, he does not regret leaving the place where he was trained, he just, just, ......

I just miss it.

Oleg took a deep breath and picked up his steps and ran towards the midfield.

This is the first time he has returned to Camp Nou to play football after many years, not for anything else, just for those memories, he also has to play well, the turf here has been stained with his sweat and tears, and he hopes that what he has done can be worthy of his dedication to football.

Su Qingjia watched this big brother run again, relieved, she hoped that Carlos could win this game, but she didn't want to see Oleg hurt, the confrontation between these two men really made her heart tremble.

Fifteen minutes left before the end of the game, Barcelona still maintained a one-zero lead, but at the beginning of the second half, because Chelsea had been using the swing tactics, Barcelona had to step up their running positions in order to break through, and the injury left to the back last season had just recovered, and he could no longer support it, and Rijkaard could only replace him.

Chelsea, meanwhile, embarked on a powerful counter-attack, with the physical advantage they had accumulated since the second half on the line.

In the 77th minute, Chelsea pushed the ball in front of the penalty area, shook off the chasing midfielders and midfielders, and passed the ball to Oleg on the right.

He was in a good position and Oleg seized the opportunity and fired a long shot from outside the box that went straight into the net!

A tricky and powerful goal denied the Barcelona goalkeeper and Chelsea drew with Barcelona!

The Chelsea fans gathered in the stadium chanted Oleg's name and the blue flag was vigorously shaken apart. Oleg took off his jersey, slipped to his knees on the sidelines, spread his arms, and then stood up and did a Hercules move.

His big muscles are up, and the lines of his upper body are tight and swollen, full of power, and female fans can't wait to pounce on him.

The honor of winning the title of "the player who wants the most one-night stand for female fans" for so many years is not blown, and Oleg is quite satisfied with his figure and capital.

Of course, such a move still got a yellow card from the referee, and during the game, the stripping celebration is still, cough cough, and it is immoral. However, the yellow card did not have much impact on the players, and many players couldn't help but take off their shirts when they were confronted with a surprise score.

However, it is not often that players take stripping as their own celebratory move. Oleg is a typical example of this.

Carlos was not surprised to score in the face of his goal.

Oleg is quite aware of his strength, otherwise he would not have been so valued by Chelsea. He remembered the gesture of Oleg on his chest when he made free throws, and couldn't help but smile at Oleg, who was wearing his jersey.

Striker No. 17 seemed to sense his gaze and turned around to look this way.

A lot of words flashed in his eyes, the referee blew his whistle, and the game continued.

Chelsea's morale has risen due to the goal just now, and the advantage of away goals has become more and more obvious, and Barcelona have maintained their defensive counter-attacking strategy in the face of their fierce attacks.

In the 81st minute, a Chelsea midfielder's cross was met by Oleg's shot from the left that hit the post, missing a chance.

In the next three minutes, both sides were entangled with each other, and in a short period of time, there were several back and forth. The ball rolls around on the turf and on the players' feet, but it just can't break through the defense.

Barcelona are in a hurry, Chelsea are in a hurry than they are.

In the quarter-finals, a draw would have been won by the winner with the most away goals, with Barcelona scoring two goals at Stamford Bridge and a draw would see Chelsea reach the round of 16.

Therefore, they must cut another point to advance to the quarter-finals with an absolute goal advantage.

Chelsea fans are anxious and their hopes are pinned on striker Oleg and his captain. Fans can't wait to rush up to play for the players, and every minute and second of such a critical period passes extremely quickly and seems to be extremely long and dignified.

The first quarter moon was obscured by the clouds blown by the evening breeze, and the plane trees were rustling.

Su Qingjia also stared at the TV tightly, not daring to move, she has watched many games at the Camp Nou, both in person and live broadcast, but the feeling of this one made her heart fluctuate, just like returning to the turbulence and tension when Carlos faced Atletico Madrid for the first time at the Camp Nou.

The camera zooms in and out, giving close-ups of the players and coaches.

Rijkaard stood on the sidelines and shouted loudly regardless of his image, and the enthusiasm of the fans in the South Stand was also infected by the coach with the small flat head, and they played against the Chelsea fans.

Chelsea struggled to break through the Barcelona defence, but just then, the captain suddenly fired a shot back into midfield, where Carlos picked up the ball in the middle.

With just two minutes remaining, Chelsea gave up on the captain's containment and turned their fire on Carlos.

Oleg was also dead in front of Carlos.

They were about the same height, but Oleg was clearly stronger, while Carlos was more agile and flowy.

It seemed to have become a duel between them, there was no longer a distance, and they were facing each other face to face, and Rijkaard clasped the joints of his fingers, kneading them with a "click" sound. Carlos was still too young for the coach to fear that he would not be able to withstand the pressure.

From the restlessness at the beginning, he knew that Carlos must care about Oleg.

The contrast between the blonde and dark brown hair was stark, and Su Qingjia saw that there were beads of sweat on their foreheads, and their jerseys were also soaked.

The seventeenth and the twenty-third faced each other, and the fans stood up one after another and looked at the center circle.

Carlos gritted his teeth and struggled through the Chelsea blockade, with Oleg attacking at his feet to get the ball, while Carlos was alone to hold on to the ball.

There is still one last minute in the game.

Carlos suddenly ran to the right, and Oleg quickly followed, and he subconsciously judged that Carlos was going to shoot with the ball.

No. 23's long-range shooting kung fu was practiced when he was training with him.

Oleg was guarding the right front, but unexpectedly, Carlos suddenly took a detour to the left and shot -

He didn't shoot, he re-passed the ball back to the Barça captain who was not in the blockade!

The Chelsea box was empty and the captain fired the ball into the net almost effortlessly.

The whistle blew and the game was over – Barça's 2-1 win over Chelsea.

Rijkaard was so excited that he even jumped up and shouted "YES!" with his fist in the air. He was amazed by the tacit cooperation between Carlos and the captain, who barely communicated with each other, but used a brilliant way to win for the team at the last minute, and he was even more surprised that Carlos maintained his level of performance when facing his friends.

The captain stood in front of the net after scoring the goal and did what he rarely did – he pointed his index finger to the sky, then he ran to Carlos, who was standing there, and gave him a big hug: "Boy, I knew it, you know what I mean!" ”

Carlos pursed the corners of his mouth, gave him a faint smile, and said, "It's you who are amazing, Mr. Football." ”

The captain clenched his right fist in his chest and laughed loudly: "Yo, the little golden boy has learned to be modest." ”

While they were talking, the other team members also ran over, and more than a dozen people were bouncing around to celebrate, and the vice-captain desperately pulled Carlos's head off and said, "Carlos, teach my son to play football, ah, God, you are so handsome just now!" ”

"Eh, didn't you ask me to teach me the other day?" The captain was a little surprised.

"Yes, yes, you still said that I would teach it, you said that your son should be the back." One of the Brazilian players also said.

This is like overturning a hornet's nest, everyone is talking about it, and the deputy captain doesn't know what to do, so he can only say: "What, or you all teach me, my son is like me, very smart." ”

"Virtue!" The captain patted him on the head and laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.

Everyone was chatting happily, but Carlos's eyes kept wandering the court.

He kept replaying in his mind the look of Oleg when he had just fired a cross from the left, disbelief, frustration, frustration, and relief, a lot of emotion, he was a little stunned.

The discussion was heated on Barcelona's side, while Chelsea were visibly much lower, with the manager talking to the players and Oleg looking down at his toes without knowing what he was thinking.

"The Champions League quarter-final Barcelona vs. Chelsea has come to an end, Barcelona drew 2-2 away and qualified 2-1 at home, congratulations to them, and I hope Barcelona can gain something again this season and add another glory to the trophy showroom." The words of the commentary came out of the TV, Su Qingjia looked at Carlos's obvious absence and didn't know whether to be happy or distressed, as a player, it is incumbent on him to contribute to his team, but ......

"The battle between Carlos and Oleg, which everyone is concerned about, has finally come to an end, and it seems that the relationship between the two is not very good, whether this match will affect the friendship, we don't know, but judging from Carlos's opening table and Oleg's love gestures, the two still attach great importance to each other." The commentator sighed, "Okay, this is the end of this competition, the first leg of the quarterfinals will start in April, so stay tuned." ”

Media reporters have taken pictures that they think are important, and they have their own decisions about the content of tomorrow morning's newspaper.

At this moment, Carlos suddenly left the team and walked to the sidelines alone.

The audience let out a burst of exclamation, and the Barcelona players were also surprised.