On the clear big screen, Carlos's eyelashes were all taken clearly, Su Qingjia heard the sound of gasping behind her, and a sense of pride spontaneously arose in her heart, and she replied to Carlos with a cheering gesture. =.

Behind her was a crowd of people, but Carlos thought she was so dazzling, with well-defined eyebrows and black hair.

Looking at her smile, Carlos felt a lot less depressed sitting on the cold bench in his heart.

What about substitutes? As long as he knew that his black-haired doll was here for him, it was all good.

The game officially began, Atletico Madrid vs. Barcelona, the battle for the top spot, and it was about to start.

Everyone's eyes shifted to the pitch, breathing became rapid, and fans on both sides were shouting tirelessly.

Carlos is also engrossed in watching the situation, although he is a substitute, but every real competition in the first team will benefit him a lot as a fledgling youngster, he knows that he still has a lot of shortcomings, there are still many technical flaws, but he knows how to work hard, he never becomes arrogant, he learns in every game and improves before the next game.

The manager appreciated his approach and decided that the blonde lad would shine.

The world of football is too cruel, but as an extremely disciplined teenager, his hard work will be rewarded exponentially.

He hoped that Carlos would be able to reach the hall of superstar in his hands, but not now, he was still too young.

But plans never keep up with change.

In the opening 29 minutes, Barcelona's 27-year-old midfielder was tackled, and the scene was chaotic.

The two sides were tense, and Barcelona sued the referee that Atletico Madrid deliberately made a black hand, but the referee said that he didn't see it, and in a football game, if the referee didn't see it with his own eyes, then they wouldn't believe the player's words.

The referee rejected their request.

This made Barcelona very dissatisfied, but all the anger could only be suppressed, this is a live broadcast of the game, if a more fierce fight breaks out, it is likely to be punished with a strict warning, or even banned.

The coaches of both sides asked for a time-out of the game.

The boss went up and took a closer look at the midfielder's injuries. The midfielder was carried down by his teammates, and when he tackled down, he clearly heard the sound of his bones breaking, so clearly, the hustle and bustle of the crowd could not be concealed, and he wanted to stand up and walk off the field by himself with the dignity of a player, but the left leg, which had been injured many times, told him that it was impossible to stand up.

The midfielder looked apologetically to the manager, he knew how important his position was, and he also knew that his injury would not be able to play again for at least three or four months, but this was the time of the season, La Liga had just begun, and he could not continue, which was a devastating blow not only to him, but also to the whole team.

All the tactical layouts were all interrupted because of this indisputable left leg.

He can foresee that after this match, he will be saddled with invective from red and blue fans around the world, and saddled with accusations from the media.

But he couldn't stand up at all, cold sweat kept breaking out on his head, and the team doctor gave him a temporary remedy on the spot, and soon he was carried into an ambulance and sent to the hospital for first aid.

The manager said a few words to the midfielder to reassure him, and at this time, he had to reassure the injured midfielder, he did not want this fracture to leave a shadow on his psyche, which would affect a player for the rest of his life.

Sending off the midfield, the coach set his sights on Carlos, who had a cold face on the side.

He called the young, even young, Twenty-Three.

Carlos knew that the coach was going to put him on the bench, the game had just been played for 29 minutes, and in this game, Barcelona had to persevere, at home, and could not lose.

The manager looked at the South Stand, the fans were all on their feet, and all eyes were on him.

The commentator announced the news of the confirmed exit of the midfield, and some excited fans had already begun to cry, constantly drawing crosses on their chests.

"Carlos, go warm up first." The coach pointed to the pitch, "Sue me, you won't let me down." ”

The coach's words were solemn, his brows furrowed, and he had an authority that could not be denied, and Carlos nodded to him and said, "I will win." ”

He nodded to the other players and then warmed up on the sidelines.

The camera quickly cuts the situation on Barcelona's side to the big screen, where the handsome blonde teenager prepares.

The commentary was a bit surprised: "Now Barcelona's number 23 is warming up, oh, is Coach Rijkaard ready to put the seventeen-year-old on the pitch?" Is he going to transfer the responsibility of midfield to the young player? The midfielder who has just retired from Barcelona is twenty-seven years old, can the ten-year gap make Barcelona counterattack? ”

"Let's wish Barcelona the best of luck. Hopefully, the youngster won't disappoint everyone and will be able to play as high as his face. ”

Su Qingjia bit her lower lip, her red mouth was a little white, her eyes were burning, and she kept staring at Carlos.

The warm-up was very easy for him, and his fair face was not red after the whole action, Su Qingjia knew that there must be huge pressure in his heart.

It's his opportunity and it's his challenge.

Carlos, who has just been promoted to the first team, is still inexperienced, this game is the beginning of his career, and if he plays well, he will become the hero of the red and blue fans, and if he doesn't play well, his career may be buried here.

Such a big game is a huge test for the physical and mental fitness of the players, and at the Camp Nou, at the home of Barcelona, Carlos will make his debut.

Su Qingjia, like everyone else, stood up, next to her were the families of other teammates, and the models who were much older than her comforted her.

Carlos has no expression, and all the waves are hidden in the bottom of his heart.

After the warm-up, Rijkaard gathered them together to give a lecture, and the coach's words filled Barcelona with the fighting spirit to win.

The moment he walked up to the pitch, the camera swept back to the high-spirited midfielder, whose blonde hair was jumping for running, and he noticed the camera and opened his mouth to say a word.

The call of the audience was detonated, and Su Qingjia let go of all her worries at the screen.

Because Carlos said to her—

"I'll score goals for you."

The surrounding mountains and tsunamis seemed to be lonely and silent, and his silent words automatically carried his usual magnetic voice in her mind, and he had been lingering.

The blonde teenager walked calmly to the pitch as she had ever watched him play.

Su Qingjia also believes that he will be as he promised-

"I'll score goals for you."

She threw a flying kiss at Twenty-Three, who was looking at her, tilting her head and smiling sweetly.

The calm midfielder's face turned red all of a sudden, and his dimples were deep, which made the female fans scream.

But soon, he regained his composure and turned to the court.

The phrase "I will score for you" seems more like a statement to the fans in the eyes of viewers other than Su Qingjia, who announced that he will fight for Barcelona in this way, showing his determination to hope that the fans will support him.

Either way, Carlos knew that he had to win, he had to win.

The referee blew the whistle, the crowd was excited, and on this familiar court, the game started again, with 1:0 points on the field.

Carlos was quickly on the run, and to his astonishment, he worked perfectly with the other players, without a bit of sluggishness, and if he hadn't been halfway through, no one could have seen that he was a substitute.

Rijkaard threw his fist into the air heavily.

The rest of the game went smoothly, and in the second half, at the 17th minute, Carlos assisted the striker to equalize for Barcelona.

Teammates hugged them.

The goal greatly boosted Barça's morale, and the bad feelings caused by the injury of the previous midfielder were vented, and there was a deafening applause from the south stand.

The familiar carol sounded, and Su Qingjia sang with them:

"We shouted in the stadium,

We are Barcelona fans,

We came from far and wide, regardless of age or color.

The flag is flying high,

Blue-violet is its color,

The team is fighting bravely.

Let's call its name,

Barça, Barça, Barça! ”

Carlos gestured to the family seat to listen, as if from such a distance, he could hear his beloved girl singing for him:

"The players are united with the fans,

We are invincible,

We've scored a lot of goals,

No one is your opponent and the mighty Barcelona are invincible.

The flag is flying high,

Blue-violet is its color.

Let's call its name,

Barça, Barça, Barça! ”

The singing continued, and on the 23rd minute, the dazzling blonde shot from the penalty area and scored a goal.

The audience applauded thunderously, and the narrator exclaimed: "This handsome blonde teenager scored his first goal on the first day of his 17-year-old, congratulations to him for another point for Barcelona!" ”

The final whistle blew, the singing was still coming intermittently, and time seemed to go back in the song, and the time of five years seemed to have all awakened, through the crowds and years, and back to the scene when they were young at Camp Nou to watch the Barcelona and Atletico Madrid match.

Su Qingjia continued to sing "Ode to Barcelona", her voice was very soft, light like a dream.

She sat in the audience like this, watching the players fight, Carlos was still very young at that time, and she was not so tall enough, she could still tiptoe slightly to touch the top of his soft hair, Carlos sang this song in her ear, he told her that one day, he would also score on this field.

His loss in Columbus Square, his longing at Camp Nou, his hard work at La Masia, and his long absence in Philadelphia all passed before her eyes, and they all converged into the number 23 who was ecstatic because of the goal.

Now she sings this song to the blonde boy on the field, to his dreams, to his success.

Through five years of wind and rain, here, the dreams of teenagers shine like diamonds.

He ran towards the family seats, with a huge green pitch behind him, his blonde hair fluttering in the wind.

Carlos grew fast and tall, and she could no longer touch the top of his hair on her tiptoes, and he had walked from the audience to the green field he had always longed for.

But Su Qingjia knew that no matter how much this boy changed, his heart would not change.

Across the fence, across the sea of people, in the boy's chest, there was her name beating with his heart.