Holding an umbrella, Su Qingjia jogged all the way to the locker room. Garcia and the other teammates came out of the locker room with dejected looks on their faces.=
Seeing the anxious Su Qingjia, Garcia greeted her,""Bella, you're here."
Su Qingjia pulled Garcia back and asked,""Garcia, where's Carlos? Why didn't he come out? Is he alright?"
Garcia and his teammates looked at each other and then lowered their heads. This once arrogant youth had no choice but to face the huge blow that reality had given them."Carlos, he... You should go in and see him yourself. He's in the locker room.”
Su Qingjia thanked them, then turned around and ran into the locker room.
These young U15 players needed to rest and recuperate. They also needed space to lick the wounds that the battle had just brought them.
The poorly decorated changing room was a little empty, and the rain outside was still beating against the windows.
Carlos sat on the ground with his legs curled up. His clothes were wet, and his blond hair was in a rare mess. Su Qingjia saw that his long curly eyelashes were still wet, and his blue-gray eyes were staring blankly at his shoes.
As Carlos fell down again and again, Su Qingjia knew that she had overlooked something. The young Carlos, who had skipped a grade, did not have the time to learn so much experience. Coupled with the financial burden, he did not have the tools and awareness to fight in the rain.
Carlos had three pairs of sneakers-
Crushed nails, rubber nails, and steel nails.
These three pairs of shoes allowed Carlos to deal with different fields and playstyles. It allowed him to ride on La Masia's green field with the brilliance of a genius.
However, he didn't have spikes. Yes, Carlos didn't have spikes to deal with rain battles.
The pair of blue and white sneakers were soaked in the rain, and the mud made the sneakers no longer glamorous. Carlos's lower body was already wet. The rain kept flowing down his body, and the injury on his forehead was a little serious.
He didn't move and just stared blankly at his sneakers.
On July 4th, 1954, in Bern's Wandokoff Stadium, 60,000 spectators witnessed the birth of a miracle in the history of football. It was the World Cup final that year. The Golden Team, hungarians, suffered a crushing defeat to the West German team. They did not make it to the hall and lost the World Cup!
It was the first game that the arrogant hungarians had lost since 1950, while west Germany became the first unseeded team to win the world cup. This was as surprising as the Chinese team finally breaking through to the finals.
At that time, hungarians used their national strength to develop football and built an invincible fleet. However, in the end, hungarians lost to a heavy rain!
Yes, a heavy rain.
It was still a sunny day on the day of the competition, but before the competition, it miraculously rained heavily. The proud Golden Team slipped on the field again and again, making mistakes in passing the ball, while West Germany put on spikes and turned defeat into victory in the muddy Wandokoff Stadium, re-establishing the confidence of the country and the nation.
Now, the blond teenager who had repeatedly fallen on the field had also made the same mistake as the hungarian team. It was more difficult to run on the crude artificial turf under the heavy rain. The players had to rely on long spikes to increase the friction of the grip to ensure that they did not fall.
This young 13-year-old boy had yet to understand the difficulties of a rainy battle. He still wore steel spikes to play football. But when he kept falling and sent the ball out of the sidelines several times, he realized that he was still far from his dream.
Whether it was football or Bella!
Carlos felt that he was like an adventurer trying to climb the top of the Pyrenees. Above the vast tree line, the falling snow covered every inch of land. He had no compass, no equipment, no partner. He could only work hard alone to find the scenery on the top of the snow.
In the process of climbing, the whiteness in his eyes made him suffer from snow blindness, and he began to lose his eyes...
The umbrella slipped from Su Qingjia's hand. She squatted beside Carlos, the water making the floor a little slippery.
"Are you alright? Carlos?" Su Qingjia tried her best to adjust her voice to the gentlest state. She touched the boy's hand that was wrapped around her like a block of ice.
Carlos finally came back to his senses. He stared at the girl in front of him, who he had been longing for day and night. His eyes focused, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly."Bella?"
Su Qingjia took out a handkerchief and handed it to him.""Yes, it's me. Hurry up and wipe it.”
The moment he took the handkerchief, Carlos felt the warmth and softness of Su Qingjia's hand. He did not dare to stay too long and picked up the handkerchief to wipe.
The cotton material was soon filled with water. Carlos's hair was still wet, but at least his face could be seen. Carlos deliberately slowed down when he was wiping.
He carefully sniffed the fragrance on the handkerchief. It was so faint, but it also seemed so thick, lingering around the tip of his nose.
The anxiety in his heart seemed to have disappeared in that instant.
Carlos chose to play this match today. He hoped that he could perform well in the game and use all his efforts to score every goal, pass every ball well, and play every assist well.
He wanted to give this match to this beautiful and pure girl, to his Eastern Angel.
Every time I score, it's all for you.
However, the smell of rain on the artificial turf made him taste defeat. He was so embarrassed at the reunion after many days!
When he was helped off the field by his teammates, he really wanted to shake off everyone and find a safe shell to hide in. There was no rain, no failure, and no disappointment from Bella.
However, he had no more strength. He really had no more strength.
Garcia sent him to the locker room and asked him to take off his shoes. Alex comforted everyone, and the old coach, who was also called Garcia, said,""I admire your courage to challenge the U16. Although the results may not be ideal, this is an extremely precious success.”
Then he squatted down and picked up Carlos's muddy blue and white sneakers. Carlos saw regret and frustration in his eyes."Carlos, do you know that players have to prepare spikes?”
Carlos heard his suppressed voice and said," Coach, I know."
"Sigh, Carlos, forget it. Just treat it as a lesson. It's okay. There's still a chance. Next year you will be U16, you will learn more and become stronger.”Alex sighed. He knew why Carlos hadn't changed into his spikes.
For this blond youth who had no parents, a pair of standard long spike shoes was really expensive. Moreover, teenagers were still developing, and it wouldn't be long before they couldn't wear shoes anymore. Not to mention, for the sake of the children's health, the youth training camp never allowed them to train in the rain. As time passed, Carlos gave up on the idea of preparing spikes.
A strong body was really precious to athletes. La Masia didn't want the geniuses to die in the mud before they could shine. The high annual training fees made them not have the confidence to gamble.
Alex comforted them again and told them to go to the dormitory to take a shower and change their clothes. The canteen would prepare medicine for them to prevent them from catching a cold.
However, Carlos did not leave. He knew that the reason why they lost this game was entirely because of him. A team without a midfield was like a headless fly without a goal, running around aimlessly.
The skills and speed that he was so proud of were nothing but a joke in front of a pair of spikes.
Ha, what a joke.
So he was just a joke. Carlos did not dare to walk out of the locker room. He was afraid to see the artificial turf that was still soaked in the rain. He was afraid to see the score board on the sidelines. He was afraid to see the football in the goal that was stained with mud.
However, when Bella handed him a handkerchief, he suddenly felt that there was nothing to be afraid of.
Carlos saw the Barcelona sun shining in her amber eyes.
It was enough to warm his cold body.
Seeing that he was wiping slowly, Su Qingjia took out another handkerchief and wiped his messy blonde hair.
When Su Qingjia stood up, Carlos's head was at the height of her chest. A fragrance that was richer and sweeter than the handkerchief surrounded him. He felt his entire body heat up, and his face turned red.
"Alright, I'm almost done." Carlos's golden hair became fluffy. Su Qingjia looked at her work." Finally, it's not a Labrador that fell into the water." It's a half-dried Labrador now."
Carlos understood what she meant. He bit his lip and looked up."Bella, did I do badly today?”
Su Qingjia shook his head and smiled sweetly."No, you did very well. You fell down so many times but still tried your best to stand up. You're very brave. If it were me, I would definitely give up.”
She looked at the boy seriously and said,""Carlos, to be honest, it's already worth everyone's joy that you were able to fight until the last moment. You have a strong heart." She liked this strong and brave youth very much. It was as if he did not know fatigue. He was always running and fighting. She had learned a lot from him.
Carlos felt a little dizzy. He suddenly felt as if he had come to heaven from hell. It was warm and sweet here. He asked in a low voice," So, will you be happy for me?"”
Su Qingjia was a little stunned. The rice-colored card appeared in her mind again. She didn't know how to answer.
"Just treat it as my best friend. Will you be happy for me?”Carlos added. He could see her dilemma.
His blue-gray eyes were filled with anticipation, and a broken light flashed across his eyes. Su Qingjia nodded and said,"Just treat it as a best friend. I'm really happy for you, Carlos. You're a little hero.”
Carlos's hanging heart finally relaxed. He felt that he was dizzy even more. He thought that it might be because he was too excited." Vela, one day, I will tell everyone that you are a great scout and that you have discovered a great player.”
Your name will appear in every newspaper with mine, he added in his heart.
He looked expectantly at Su Qingjia's delicate and fair face, just like Snow White in a fairy tale. Then, the princess raised her hand and placed it on his cheek. He closed his eyes in a daze...
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