The captain took a deep breath and calmed down, half-hunched over his knees, his gaze staring at the goalkeeper over the wall.

Then in the next second, he shot with his feet, and the ball went around the wall and hit the right post, scaring the United goalkeeper into a cold sweat.

The free-kick failed, and the score remained 0-0 on the field.

The captain apologized to the player, no one blamed him, and Carlos patted him on the shoulder.

The game continues.

Two minutes later, the two sides finally broke through with a brilliant pass from Carlos.

The vice-captain formed a low shot with a single knife and was confiscated by the goalkeeper Shen Yong.

In the eighth minute, Manchester United took the lead in breaking the deadlock, the No. 11 striker sent a corner kick from the left, and the No. 10 striker scored with a header in the middle of the penalty area, leading Barcelona 0-1.

The referee declared the valid score, the Red Devils cheered and Ferguson gave Rijkaard a return punch.

The scene suddenly became very serious, and the goal in such an early time undoubtedly put a lot of pressure on Barcelona, and Carlos gestured to the captain to change the formation.

The new formation is more aggressive, but this is the Champions League final and the experienced United will not be too open, and they will only need to hold on to the score to win the game after the goal. Barcelona can only make mistakes and gain possession of the ball if they pass the ball to them.

The captain of Barcelona's side ran back and forth to make two tackles, and he wanted to make up for the mistake of starting with a better shot, and the No. 23 Carlos made a steal in the organization of the attack, which gave Barça a morale boost.

In the fifteenth minute, Barcelona played in front of the penalty area, Carlos aimed at the opportunity, a low shot, the football with the wind whistled forward, the big screen switched quickly, just before all the fans cheered, the football deflected off the post, this time the shot failed.

Carlos shook his head and started running again.

Su Qingjia's right hand was holding her left hand, the chain left a red mark on her arm, Carlos's conceded goal made the situation that had been opened up blocked again, and Su Qingjia was very worried about his feelings.

Carlos was naturally disappointed, but he didn't forget that he was still on the field, and he always believed that there would be a chance to turn defeat into victory, he touched his chest, felt his heartbeat, he couldn't see the girl clearly from a distance, but he knew that their hearts were connected.

He carefully analyses the whole picture, and his strong perspective allows him to see the direction of each player and quickly judge their movements. He has to calmly look for possible hitting points.

In the 25th minute, Manchester United's No. 11 striker took another corner kick from the left, and the No. 10 striker at the back post shook his head high above the goal.

A minute later, United counter-attacked, with the number 11 striker's volley from the left side of the box being blocked by the Barcelona goalkeeper.

In the 37th minute, Barcelona won a corner kick on the right side, and the captain rubbed the goal in front of the goal, but it was unexpectedly confiscated by Manchester United's famous goalkeeper again.

The speed of the game stunned the media present, and before halftime, the two sides had collided more than several times. Although Barcelona's formation is biased towards attack, Manchester United's counterattack is also impressive, and the situation is not up and down for a while.

The Olympic Stadium was as bright as day, but the otherwise clear night sky began to rain without warning.

The summer night showers come mildly, and the plants draw on the source of nourishment.

The players went off the pitch and changed into spikes.

Over the years, Carlos has also learned to equip himself with spikes, and he has always preferred blue and white sneakers, which are the ones in his closet.

Putting on spikes and returning to the field, Carlos glanced at the family seats.

The brunette girl made a cheering gesture for him.

It rarely rains in Catalonia, and the first time he did a rain fight, he remembers playing a wolf bèi, covered in mud and water, and then he received sneakers from girls.

It wasn't sent by the girl's own hands, she maintained his self-esteem with small gestures.

Every time it rained, she would appear on the sidelines to cheer him on.

Carlos moved his ankle and started running.

In the 43rd minute, Barcelona seized a counter-attacking opportunity and fired a left-footed shot from the vice-captain in front of the penalty area, which hit the left side of the goal and bounced out.

A minute later, Carlos broke through the crotch, the audience applauded thunderously, the rain curtain washed the turf out of a fresh posture, Carlos crossed from the left side of the penalty area, and the striker grabbed the corner of the opponent's deep dive and pushed the shot to be saved by the goalkeeper.

The rain continued, the players were drenched from head to toe, and the strenuous exercise and the loss of heat made the players a little tired.

From then on, there was no better chance for either side, and at half-time, United led 1-0.

Carlos poured two sips of water on the sidelines, and the team doctor checked everyone's physical condition, and Rijkaard did not make any substitutions.

The little golden retriever kicked his boots and smiled to the sidelines, his hair dripping down his thick sword eyebrows.

Su Qingjia gave him a thumbs up, she couldn't give him any help here, only constant shouting and constant companionship. The chain on her left hand gleamed brightly in the light, and she clenched her fists and tried to smile.

This battle was fought too hard, and the game was very unfavorable to Barcelona.

In the second half, it was easy to play again.

In the 49th minute, Carlos was knocked down by United's No.25 defender as he broke through midfield, with mud and water stains on his shirt and a contusion on his right knee.

The Brazilian defender was very good at defending fiercely and passing the ball accurately, but this time he received a yellow card.

A minute later, the number 10 striker was awarded a solo shot that was believed to be too straight for the Barcelona goalkeeper to confiscate.

In the next ten minutes, no one side made a breakthrough, and the situation was deadlocked.

Finally in the 61st minute, Carlos made the most ingenious run of the whole game, using the gap attracted by the vice captain to play a one-two match with the captain in the penalty area, and then Carlos directly shot low and scored!

Barcelona finally got back the score and drew 1-1!

The spectators in red and blue jerseys screamed and began to shout the name of the little golden retriever rhythmically, and the word "Carlos" resounded in the Olympic Stadium, and the rain continued to curl, and the huge decibels of the sound seemed to shatter the rain curtain with an undeniable force.

Su Qingjia also shouted his name with them, different from the lingering when the two chatted, this call was like a horn, blowing the echo of the decisive battle.

She put her hand to her mouth in a trumpet shape, and the bracelet lined her wrist like a white petal.

Carlos gestures to the camera, the dimple on his left cheek incredibly soft in the rain.

But soon, he was pounced on the field by his excited teammates, holding him in the face and smiling, the captain pulled them up and said in an uplifting voice: "Carlos, good job, keep doing it!" ”

Rijkaard was standing on the sidelines, he didn't hide from the rain in the dugout, his suit jacket was soaked and heavy, he just stood there and played side by side with his players.

After 60 minutes of hard work, the goal he waited for made him take off his jacket and shout a few times in his short sleeves, the disadvantages of the first few goals were reversed, and the commentary praised a shot from Carlos - "a stroke of genius".

The tension that had been suppressed in the hearts of the Barcelona players was effectively relieved, the situation was evenly matched, and the passing on Barcelona's side was more free, and a full-scale counterattack began under the organization of Carlos.

Manchester United, for their part, began to step up their defensive focus on Carlos, with Ferguson signaling that he had to get his attention even when he didn't have the ball.

The fledgling youngster, who had been unnoticed by them, was the key to turning the game around, and he ran on the green field with the pulse of the whole court.

In the 80th minute, Carlos received a cross from the right side of the penalty area from a defender and fired a shot slightly wide of the goal.

The showers stopped, but they didn't stop the increasingly fierce battle.

Carlos hammered down the wet turf and was frustrated for a moment.

Both sides were consumed in the rain, and in the last ten minutes, everyone wanted to fight again.

It wasn't until the 89th minute that Barcelona pulled one back, the striker crossed from the right side, and the captain made a shot from the left side of the penalty area, which was blocked by the Manchester United goalkeeper three times.

Carlos shakes off the block and follows up on the follow-up shot before the ball hits the ground!

The final whistle blew - the goal was valid, and Barcelona won 2-1 at full-time against Manchester City!

"At 22:06 p.m. local time on May 28, Roma, in the last minute of the Champions League final, Barcelona scored a goal reversal and won the most crucial score, let us thank the 17-year-old from Spain for the goal."

"Oh my god, look, Carlos is celebrating again." In the shouting of the commentator, the camera immediately turned to the Barcelona players who were excited on the sidelines, and they all surrounded Carlos to hug him, forming a big circle on the field, and all the players on the bench also surrounded him, and then all followed Carlos to show love.

The United player wiped a handful of sweat mixed with rain on his face and looked down at the celebratory Barcelona, and the number 10 striker walked over to stop his shoulder and expressed comfort.

The deep-pocketed United made a mistake this time, with the goalkeeper kicking the post and then crouching on the ground and hammering the ground hard.

The victory was so close and so far away that if his hand had been a little longer and his jump was a little faster, the ball would not have been able to go into the net, and the LED screen revisited the slow-motion scene of the last minute, and his hand was just under three centimeters away from the football.

The goalkeeper walked off the pitch and hugged Ferguson, and the old coach patted him and then smiled at him to say it was okay.

The Barcelona players hugged the coach who took off his jacket and wore only a shirt in turn, and pushed his chest with a smile, saying that he was a, and Rijkaard smiled proudly.

This is a victory for Barcelona, a victory for all the red and blue souls, they hold high the banner of Barcelona, the F.C.B logo is very conspicuous, and the pious spectators hold red and blue bands and bow and chant words.

The big screen finally showed the winner of the match, and the whole audience once again spelled out the opening pattern.

Carlos broke free of his teammates and ran around the pitch, fans reaching out from the guardrail to touch him, and media cameras rattling.

Eventually, he stopped in front of the stands where the Barça family seats were located, screamed hard, and threw his soaked shirt into the stand.

The fans were in a frenzy, jumping almost desperately to reach the red and blue jerseys that floated overhead.

Finally a white man picked it up, buried his whole face in his suit, and kept shouting, "It's mine, it's mine!" "The number 23 jersey is as precious as a treasure in the arms of the fans.