After two hours of hard-fought battle, the world-renowned match drew an exclamation point as the whole of Barcelona stayed up all night, with loyal South Stand fans pouring countless beers on Las Ramblas, generous dad's charter and bubbling wine passing through every bar.

Since the 91-92 season, the La Liga giants, who have not made a breakthrough in the Champions League, have finally won the Champions League for the red and blue souls who are looking forward to them.

Lexage was at Hemingway's bar, with old friends, sipping cold beer and watching every frame of the TV.

When the referee finally declared Carlos' goal valid, they smashed all the bottles, and the amber liquid flowed all over the floor, and the rich aroma of wine lingered.

The entire screen showed the boy's handsome face, his blond hair shining brightly, and the Stadio Olimpico in Rome became the magnificent backdrop for his victory, as he ran in his home jersey and with celebratory moves, and the director who had witnessed La Masia's ups and downs burst into tears at that moment.

He grabbed his old friend beside him, his chest was rising and falling violently, and beer splashed down from the shaking of the large-caliber glass: "This is the player I discovered, this is the player I brought into the La Masia academy with my own hands, No. 23, it's him, it's him!" ”

The old friend patted him on the shoulder, Rexage directly threw the glass away, shook the old friend's hand and said: "This is an example of the success of La Masia's youth training, he is only seventeen years old, only seventeen years old, when he went to the first team, I also gave him a pair of sneakers!" ”

"Back then, I went to the orphanage in person and gave him an invitation, but I didn't expect that after so many years, he really won the Champions League for Barcelona!"

The old friend held Lexage's hand, and the skin of both of them was slowly ** in the years, from the maturity of fourteen years ago to today's old age, how many fourteen years of life can they have, and how many times can they witness the glory of their team to the top?

Barcelona has been giving fans the promise of winning the Champions League for 14 years, replacing several managers for this purpose, but as the year goes by, this promise is like an indefinite empty check, and the enthusiasm of the fans is running out little by little.

However, today, at the end of May, the live broadcast of the match told the fans who have always supported Barcelona that this team full of legends and talents deserves to continue to defend its glory, and that "more than one club" has always been engraved in their hearts.

Rexage crouched down and picked up the broken fragment of the glass that had just been discarded, his index finger slitted and red blood flowed from his fingertips.

The voice of the narrator resounded in the bar along with the cheers of the audience, and the memory seemed to go back to the afternoon many years ago, when the Chinese diplomatic corps visited Barcelona, and he was shocked by the words of a young girl, who swore to him that this was a rare pearl and that his talent was enough for everyone to notice.

He jokingly took the girl to the orphanage, the boy was still very short and thin, and his blonde hair was not soft enough, and at that time there was a faint sound of birds in the woods of the small playground, and he thought that the boy's hairstyle was like a bird's nest, a golden upgrade.

But to his surprise, the boy had an extraordinary level of skill, and he tried his best to bring the boy back to La Masia, and soon Carlos's results led the club to decide to focus on training.

The blood on his fingertips was bubbling, and when his old friend saw this, he hurriedly wiped it off with a tissue, and Lexage suddenly remembered what the Chinese girl had said to him back then, for so many years, he had never heard anyone say it again, but it would come to mind without any deviation.

"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi".

The girl told him in a fluent and soft voice, the meaning of this ancient Chinese saying is that the rise and fall of personnel is unpredictable.

yes, it's unpredictable.

Before that, who would have expected that the midfielder would have been replaced with a fracture, and who would have expected that the youngster, who had just passed his seventeenth birthday at the time, would be able to turn the tide.

Human memory is so magical, sometimes a small thing that you have forgotten in the black and white picture of the past can suddenly be clearly and terrifying at some point.

Lexage can still remember that the little girl was only up to his waist, obediently wearing a blue plaid skirt, and the silver headband lined her black hair as smooth as running water.

It's rare to see such beautiful brunette.

Seven years ago, the prophecy came true, and the blonde teenager wore the number 23 to win the Champions League for Barcelona.

La Masia's education and the efforts of the teenager himself have transformed him into a player full of charisma and strength, and his blonde hair is seen in the camera.

His success as a teenager will be etched into the history of La Masia and even Barcelona.

Lexage re-ordered the bartender to open a dozen beers, and the ice melted just right.

He sincerely wishes that this teenager will have a bright future, the love between the girl and him will no longer experience ups and downs, and every boy and girl who really puts in the effort and heart is worthy of the best gift of youth.

He wiped his face, held the bottle high and said, "Cheers!" For Barça! ”

"Cheers! For Barça! ”

Such voices are heard in many parts of Barcelona, but the little golden retriever in Rome bypasses all the media reporters.

He took a baseball cap to cover his blonde hair, lowered the brim, and changed into a plain red commemorative jersey, which looked no different from the fans who came from afar.

Su Qingjia sent a text message to him, and she was waiting for him at the intersection outside the gymnasium.

Carlos straightened his meter again in the mirror, crushed the lollipop in his mouth, and threw the stick in the trash.

Carrying his bag, he nimbly ran out of the gymnasium.

In the passage, he also saw Rijkaard, surrounded by a large wave of media, the coach had not had time to take a shower and change clothes, and the short sleeves he was wearing were wet from the rain, showing the powerful figure of the former football midfielder, his hair was much dryer, and his face looked approachable with joy.

The media seized the opportunity to ask him questions, and the manager answered them one by one, without the tension and anger of a few days ago.

At this time, the players also walked out, and a large wave of reporters went up to surround them, asking questions, and the microphone was about to poke into the captain's nostrils.

The players also replied to the post-match interview in a good mood, and the captain always wore a charming smile and wore a handsome cowboy, and he wanted to use this appearance to catch a girlfriend, end his window period, and then show off the little golden retriever in a couple outfit.

While answering the question, the captain wondered, should I choose a Spanish beauty or a French model? It seems that the Brazilian beauty has the roundest buttocks.

Journalists scoured the crowd for Carlos, the strongest dark horse of this year's Champions League season, and his two goals in the final made him shine unstoppably.

Not to mention his legendary background and handsome sword-like countenance.

Every media outlet wants to get an exclusive interview with him, and even if there is no interview, one sentence is enough for them to make headlines for a few days.

Twenty-three, however, lowered his hat and walked leisurely from the other side.

Before leaving, he did not forget to put the signed No. 23 jersey outside the vice-captain's cabinet and asked him to hand it over to the little black boy.

The northern city of Rome is still bustling, with green or verdant grape branches in front of the shops, reflecting a dazzling array of goods.

Italy is a country of wine, and many families make their own sweet wines, so the whole family can share the best of the best on special occasions.

In the past, some people would sell some of the wine they would sell when they had a surplus after making it at home, and they would hang grape branches on their doorstep, and passers-by would know about the wine when they saw it.

This custom continues to this day.

After Su Qingjia visited a few shops, Carlos came to him.

She was wearing a red sportswear today, a white tennis skirt underneath, her hair was combed together, her bangs were pulled up, revealing a particularly delicate little face, and the night breeze made the crimson on her face fade, revealing the delicacy of white jade.

Carlos bent down and quickly imprinted a kiss on her forehead, then put the bag she was carrying into his own backpack and finally took her hand.

Su Qingjia glanced at his shaking ears, then looked at the black baseball cap and said, "The coach doesn't stop you?" Just came out and wasn't blocked? ”

The little golden retriever was obviously not used to wearing a hat, so he moved the brim of his hat and moved it to the rear, and said, "Well, I promised him an interview later, and he let me go first, and when I came out, I picked a remote road, Bella, am I smart?" ”

Su Qingjia raised his head and smiled: "Yes, yes, yes, the smartest, you are the smartest, so smart that you make mistakes in filling in the blanks in literature every time." ”

The little golden retriever's bright smile froze, he blinked his blue-gray eyes several times, his eyelashes were almost unclear, and Su Qingjia saw the meaning from his eyes-people are difficult to dismantle.

"Okay, okay, don't laugh at you, thank you for coming out with me." Su Qingjia stood on tiptoe and wanted to touch his face, he did not enjoy the joy of victory brought by the spotlight, did not enjoy the popularity and cheers of everyone, but was willing to accompany her on this special night to walk on an ordinary street in Rome, like all couples, □□ the simplest thing in love.

Carlos took her petal-soft hand and pressed it to his cheek, he was very clean, his beard was shaved clean every day, and his naturally good skin couldn't even see the pores, "I don't want to talk to those media, I just want to talk to you." ”

He wanted to share all the joy and joy with her, his victory belonged to both of them, and the number 23 jersey was his best winning weapon.

Every time she cheered up, it was his best stimulant.

Su Qingjia fell into his arms and smiled sweetly for a while, the crisp voice like a silver bell made Carlos feel very ironed in his heart, the night in Rome began to be a little cool, he hugged the girl in his arms tightly, and wanted to pass on the heat to her.

Listening to the heartbeat of his left chest, Su Qingjia poked his tattoo and said coquettishly: "You are so tall, I don't know how much more you can grow, it is difficult for you to tell me to kiss you like this." ”

Carlos thought for a moment, and with a skillful effort of his arm lifted her up, making her face face opposite his.

Su Qingjia blinked her glass-like eyes, a little puzzled.

The young man slowly came up, his cheeks crimson and said, "Now, you can kiss it." ”