Although the news of the "Sun" has not faded, the more exciting game has also caused the media to reduce its coverage.

On April 2, the 31st round of La Liga points match was hosted by Barcelona against Real Madrid, and the world-renowned derby kicked off.

Due to some force majeure factors, Barcelona and Real Madrid have always been mortal enemies, and the clash of politicians makes the tension of the game more intense, and every encounter will cause a round of storm. Real Madrid is a team supported by the Spanish □□, while Barcelona is the symbol of Catalonia, and such a game with a strong meaning not only makes the players treat it seriously, but also makes the fans feel like they have been beaten to the death. When the conflict is intense, it is not uncommon for fans to break their heads and bleed. The club will let all the main players pour out of the nest and never miss a chance to score.

Prior to that, the two sides had been tied on points in previous matches, and in this derby, Rijkaard was heartbroken and promised his players a hefty bonus in order to cut down the crucial three points.

At seven o'clock in the evening, players from both sides entered, and the roof of the Camp Nou was almost knocked over by the shouts of nearly 100,000 people.

Carlos had just walked out of the players' tunnel, suddenly illuminated by a strong flashing light, his eyes were a little uncomfortable, and he subconsciously reached out to block it.

The enthusiasm of the fans dyed the stadium stands in the colors of their respective teams, and the shouts poured into the ears of the players, and the captain excitedly made several movements to show his muscles, and shook his fist on his cheek and blew softly.

The provocative gesture drew the crowd on both sides, and the Real Madrid captain stood on the sidelines, symbolically dusting off his shoulders.

"Hey, guys, we're going to win this one!" Rijkaard straightened his tie, then walked to the middle of the team and shook his fist with the captain, "Don't run around when the game is over, take you to the celebration banquet!" I'm in for a treat! ”

"Wow!" The team members were mobilized all of a sudden, and their bodies twisted from side to side, as if they had seen the arrival of the goddess of victory.

For this game, Rijkaard is quite confident, first of all, the Barcelona camp, the main players are all on the field, last year was this set of people in the Champions League invincible, Real Madrid also collapsed, Carlos has already experienced a psychological test, the coach is looking forward to his improvement.

Let's talk about this year's Real Madrid, the midfield injury has not healed, the midfield is just starting out, and the striker will retire after this season.

From the personnel point of view, Barcelona has a better chance of winning.

But football games have always been full of wonder and unbelief.

Three minutes before the game, Barcelona let Real Madrid score an own goal for nothing because of its own negligence.

The boos made Rijkaard stunned for a moment, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes as he touched the half-length board.

It was Carlos' goal, which was supposed to be passed to the left-back, but somehow, it went straight into the air and Barca lost a point.

Carlos looked down at his right leg in a trance, the blue and white sneakers fit well, and the socks were comfortable, and he looked at the soccer ball that had fallen from the net, it was still bouncing slightly.

"Plop plop plop—"

It was like the ball beating on the ground, and it was like the sound of his own heartbeat, once, twice, three times, more like the sound of rain, the sound of pouring rain.

It's really raining.

Su Qingjia watched the boy freeze in place, and his heart throbbed. Such a loss was a shame for any team, she knew her boy, who was more hungry for success than anyone else, and the vice-captain stood on tiptoe and patted him on the shoulder, pursing his lips and smiling at him.

"It looks like it's going to rain heavily, so let's go change your shoes." The vice-captain didn't blame him, "Remember to kick them to a pulp later, and I'll promise to block the wine for you at night." "Getting the little golden retriever who doesn't drink alcohol drunk for a night is a joint goal of the team.

Carlos seemed to pluck up the courage to say something, but he finally opened his mouth, deflated again, and walked away with his head down.

The vice-captain shook his head and ran quickly to follow.

The rain was so fierce that before Carlos could walk back into the passage, her blonde hair was drenched and her eyelashes were covered in fine droplets.

"Everyone cheer up, I'm still the same sentence, I'm in for a treat tonight!" Rijkaard clapped his palms vigorously, his face still smiling confidently as before.

The mental outlook of the coach has a great impact on the players, and the heartache of losing is slightly masked.

The players smiled and replied with a good pass of spikes, and everyone waved their fists at the coach as they passed by.

Carlos walked in the back, his hair still wet, he used to wear sneakers quickly, but today he slowed down.

There were many water stains on the ground, Carlos walked up to the coach and paused, and called in a low voice: "Coach......"

The boss turned sideways and took a towel, handed it to him, and said, "You forgot to wipe your hair." Athletes should take care of their bodies, remember. Hurry up and dry it, I'll wait for you outside. ”

It's never a time on the pitch when it's completely prepared, anyone can make mistakes, even the most talented players can concede goals due to negligence, and a good coach shouldn't be angry enough to settle a thing.

From the first day he was introduced to football, he knew this very well. Rijkaard wiped his face, but after all, he couldn't help kicking the goalpost at the corner of the passage, yelling at the "**", then straightened his cuffs and walked out.

Carlos wiped his hair so-so and hurried back.

As the game continued, the rain affected the movement of the players and the eyes of the spectators, and the cold rain in April dissipated a lot of heat energy, and both sides slowed down their offensive and adopted a conservative confrontation.

The load on the legs is getting heavier, and many players fall due to excessive inertia while running.

Despite an own goal, Barcelona put the task of scoring on Carlos and the captain, with the number 23 almost unbeaten since entering the first team and everyone is optimistic about his future.

But Su Qingjia found that the boy was becoming more and more out of shape.

He has been passing the ball, every time it is effective, but he has lost his previous explosiveness and decisive spirit, he even has hesitation and sluggishness, and the arc of the ball is no longer graceful-

He was scared.

Just when Su Qingjia took out his mobile phone and was about to interrogate Shen Ke, the TV suddenly played the picture of Carlos falling.

Su Qingjia panicked, there was a smell of rust in her mouth, she squeezed her phone tightly, and called the airline instead.

There was always a sense of foreboding that something important had happened when she didn't know it.

Carlos got up from the ground, his arm was scratched by the turf and washed by the muddy rain, and immediately turned red, and his eyes seemed to turn gray in the rain. In this way, he seems to have become the thin boy who did not want to interact with people before, and there were many people on the court, but he was separated from him.

He is like this, which makes her feel so distressed.

She doesn't care about film scoring or composition at all, she just wants to rush to his side and face the heavy rain in Barcelona with him.

Carlos didn't have time to care about the pain on his body, his heart was very messy now, a lot of noisy voices drilled into his ears, he felt that everyone's eyes were full of malicious mockery, the girl he loved was not on the sidelines, his trusted partner was not on the sidelines, and he was the only one left alone in this world.

The player's tunnel was very deep, and he wanted to run in and not come out, but the captain kept telling him to pass the ball and shoot.

"Carlos just fell again, I don't know what he has in mind this time, he has been a little absent-minded, last minute due to Carlos's mistake, Real Madrid regained the ball, Barcelona is now counterattacking, but obviously not effective. Oh, the Real Madrid coach seems to have instructed something, and now the whole team is aiming for Carlos! They are looking for a breakthrough from a midfielder who has never been defeated! The narrator yelled in horror.

In the 37th minute, Real Madrid scored again, and Carlos failed to tackle again and fell to the ground.

"Now the score is starting to clear, Real Madrid is absolutely leading by 2-0, and now, as long as Real Madrid can hold the penalty area, even if there is no gain in the second half, it can be regarded as achieving the goal. I don't know how Barcelona will respond. The narrator sighed, the camera turned to the spectators on the sidelines, and many people stood up and roared, "Oh, Barcelona fans are asking the coach to replace Carlos on the field, oh my God, although I personally admire Carlos's skills, but judging from his current situation, I support the fans' choice." ”

Rijkaard is now anxious, he can no longer calm down, he has been scolding "**", with eight minutes left in the first half, the coach poured a sip of water and signaled no substitution.

There were boos and voices of support on the field, but none of them were heard by Carlos.

He's conceding all the time, conceding, conceding goals. He could no longer tell the direction of the ball, and his vaunted field of view became narrow, and his eyes seemed to be stained with blood.

Carlos fell many times, the muddy water from his hair washed away and wrapped up again, his blonde hair messed up into a wet mess of straw. When the halftime whistle blew, he fell to his knees, the tattoo on his chest hurting like a knife.

The coach had already silently persuaded himself many times, but the reality made him have to replace Carlos. He admires the generals he has cultivated, but the game is not something he can admire. The players had long been unhappy with Carlos' two heavy mistakes, and if it wasn't for the captain's stop, a few players would have been able to kick Carlos a few times.

"In the second half, you should rest on the sidelines." Rijkaard was silent for a while, then handed the veil to Carlos, who didn't say a word, "I know you don't want to say it, but I just want to go back and adjust my feelings." There's also the Champions League next week. ”

After that, the coach called the substitute to warm up, and the person who was called out obviously couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, every mistake of the main force is an excellent opportunity to create a zào for the substitute, and now - he has to seize this opportunity.

Carlos back then, wasn't he just a substitute? Because of the injury of the main midfielder, he became famous.

'The Barcelona coach was determined to replace Carlos and we saw that the substitutes were already warming up on the sidelines. Carlos visibly had a bad face. The commentary pointed out, "This is also a very interesting phenomenon, Carlos was substituted at the Camp Nou, with the prestige of winning the championship in the first Champions League to squeeze out the midfield, become the main force of Barcelona, and now, I wonder if this substitute has the strength to become the next lucky one?" ”

The words of the explanation pierced the heart, Su Qingjia wiped the tears on his face indiscriminately, packed the passport and money, and went out to take a taxi to the airport.

She lives a little far from the airport, and Charles de Gaulle Airlines told her that there was a passenger plane to Barcelona in an hour and a half, and she held her mobile phone and thanked her repeatedly.

For fans, the game is seen as a battle between two teams; But for her, the only thing she needs to watch the game is her lover. Carlos' show is over, and the game is pointless.

"Shen Ke, you sue me, what's wrong with Carlos? What's wrong with his form today? Now the game is still going on, as a player, Carlos has to wait for the end to leave, she can't get through to his phone, she can only ask Shen Ke again.

Shen Ke also knew about Carlos's accident, he drove the car to park outside the stadium, the rain hit the roof of the car, and he comforted again and again: "Bella, don't worry, I just arrived at the stadium now, and I don't know what happened." Don't worry, I'll be in right away. ”

The airport was announcing the boarding prompt, Su Qingjia sighed and said: "I'll come back right now, if you see Carlos, you must let him stabilize his feelings, don't be impulsive, Shen Ke, you must help him." ”

"Well, I'll figure it out, don't worry." Shen Ke didn't care about the umbrella and rushed out directly.

Su Qingjia looked at the time and said, "I'm leaving, hang up first, I'll contact later, remember, let Carlos calm down." ”

Shen Ke agreed, but the situation changed too quickly, making him powerless to recover......