Carlos was wearing a red and blue striped jersey with a Barcelona badge on his chest. The willful midfielder printed his name on the number three jersey.
Pelle was lecturing him seriously. Even though he was two points behind, he still had great hope. He hoped that before he handed over the position of manager, he could bring a little bit of success to Barcelona.
More than one club's logo was still engraved on the stands opposite the podium. The fans were old or gone, but the glory was always there.
At 7:30, the competition officially began.
The whistle blew, and the tens of thousands of spectators all focused their attention on a small black and white ball.
Su Qingjia's heart was as tense as all the fans.
However, less than 15 minutes into the game, Real Madrid scored first and Carlos was tackled to the ground.
The goalkeeper looked at the ball rolling in the net in disbelief and hammered the turf hard.
The faces of the fans in the south stands turned pale from their initial excitement. They could not believe that the team they had always loved had conceded their first goal so carelessly in the final game.
The Real Madrid fans who came from afar were overjoyed and gave their hero the warmest applause and cheers.
Carlos looked up at Su Qingjia, who was sitting in the far seat. He supported himself with one hand and jumped up from the ground.
He made a few gestures to his teammates and continued to run.
The offensive stance changed to the loose camp. The two sides were in a stalemate. At the end of the first half, the score remained at 0:1.
In the second half, Barcelona replaced the striker who had run too much and injured his knee. Real Madrid also changed players.
The whistle blew again, and his teammate passed the ball to Carlos, who was unfortunately intercepted midway.
Carlos took the opportunity to intercept the ball first and then rushed into Real Madrid's half with his weightless ball control skills.
In the midst of a siege, Carlos passed three players in a row and shot the last shot. He scored Barcelona's first goal in the 56th minute.
The applause was thunderous.
The players ran up to surround Carlos like crazy, then opened their arms and hugged the stands.
The score finally evened.
Barca, whose morale had soared, resumed attacking and began to take the initiative to attack, not limited to defensive operations.
Real Madrid also noticed the decisive number three and began to surround him.
This time, Carlos was still firmly attached to the football. After shaking off the winger, Carlos stepped on the ball with his right foot and pushed it out. Then he took advantage of the situation and stepped forward with his left foot.
He made a shot.
At this time, he was still a long way from Real Madrid's goal. Such a long-distance shot had been made in football history, but those were all superstars with first-class skills.
At this time, the audience on the sidelines stood up, and Pellet could no longer sit still in the technical area.
What was this golden-haired youth trying to do?
Did he want to become famous with one goal and score a goal from a long distance?
Carlos responded to everyone with the movement of his feet.
Before the Real Madrid striker rushed up, he kicked the ball out with lightning speed.
The goalkeeper was ready to receive the ball.
However, when the football slid across Real Madrid's defensive midfielder in a beautiful arc and then slid down rapidly, everyone reacted.
This was not a shot, but a long pass.
Everyone was shocked by Carlos's wonderful performance of dribbling the ball and quickly scoring a goal. When he made a shot, everyone subconsciously thought that he was really going to shoot.
However, the midfielder keenly swiped his back and passed the ball to the striker not far from the penalty area.
It was still a simple and neat play. This player with a graceful style of playing was not sloppy in his handling of the ball. He was talented.
However, the moment the striker received the ball, the Real Madrid defenders began to defend. They stretched the defensive line and the striker dribbled the ball to seek a breakthrough point.
The Barcelona striker's speed and physical strength were very good, and he was a rare presence in the youth team. If it were not for his injury in the early stages, he would not have been in the starting lineup. But at this moment, he had to work hard to rush forward even with his injury.
He dribbled the ball to the right, and in the entanglement between the two sides, he single-handedly passed through and shot from the penalty area!
The fans 'hearts were in their throats. Just when everyone thought that the ball would definitely go in, the goalkeeper jumped up and the ball smashed into his face, but he actually blocked the ball back.
But suddenly, a red and blue figure rushed forward like lightning and shot a header.
The whistle blew, and Barcelona's goal was valid!
To everyone's surprise, the moment the ball was about to fly out of the sidelines, Carlos, who was originally far away, flew forward and saved the ball at the fastest speed, directly breaking the goal.
Pelle's hands were red from the slapping.
The striker rushed forward and knelt on one knee, letting Carlos put the ball on his knee and made a shoe-cleaning gesture for Carlos.
The media seized the opportunity to take photos from different angles.
He had even thought of the title. He was just waiting for the competition to end before returning to the newspaper office to rush the manuscript.
The score on the field was now two to one, and Barcelona had taken the lead by one point. The commentators were extremely excited. The camera always swept over the blond and cold Carlos, saying that this genius midfielder would rise and become a shining star on the field.
Of course, Pelle's red face also appeared on the screen. He was smiling like a flower. His wrinkles were piled up, and his eyes were narrowed.
There were only eight minutes left in the game. As long as Barcelona did not make any major mistakes in the last eight minutes, the title battle would be won.
But the game was always unknown.
There were even people who could turn defeat into victory in the last minute. Real Madrid's eight-minute counterattack was not impossible.
Pelle was both happy and nervous. Fortunately, he was strong and ate well, so he was able to hold on.
The competition on the field became more and more intense, and both sides were given yellow cards.
Carlos and his teammates had to stay calm so that the situation on the field would not become passive.
In the last three minutes, Real Madrid dribbled the ball and stormed into Barcelona's half.
Su Qingjia's heart was in her throat, and her voice was hoarse from shouting.
Real Madrid's offense was fierce, but it was stopped by the defensive midfielder in the end to block the pass.
In the last minute of the game, the defensive midfielder passed the ball to the winger. Carlos made a gesture and successfully received the pass.
In the last 30 seconds, Carlos dribbled the ball into the penalty area again. He was too fast. This time, the audience finally saw his true strength.
Fast, too fast. It was as if a ray of light had passed through his eyes, carrying the speed of a meteor and the power of destruction.
By the time the defenders were ready to defend, Carlos had already shot.
The goalkeeper, who had a nosebleed from the previous ball, was not smashed this time.
Carlos scored. In the last 30 seconds, he scored another effective goal. Throughout the game, he scored three goals in a row and scored a hat-trick.
This was the first time in the entire season that someone had scored a hat-trick.
The whistle blew. Three to one, Barcelona won the precious three points and overtook Real Madrid with a one point advantage to win the Spanish Youth League title this season!
The fans shouted the name " Carlos " crazily. This was the first time they shouted the name of this talented player, but it would definitely not be the last time.
Su Qingjia also shouted along. Her throat was a little dry, but it did not stop her from cheering.
Although the commentator accidentally cursed during the commentary, he calmed down in the end and reviewed the game in detail.
Carlos spread his arms and ran around the stands. Finally, he reached the stands where Su Qingjia was. He stopped and made a high gesture of three.
The media started to take photos again. The flashes were brighter and more dazzling than the lights on the pitch.
Now, it was time for a new headline. The reporters threw away the draft they had prepared and began to look for bigger news.
Su Qingjia didn't say anything. He just looked at Carlos with a smile, his eyes sparkling.
Carlos was obviously in a good mood. He cooperated with his teammates and posed for a photo. When asked questions, he would respond with a few grunts.
Pelle was naturally overjoyed. At least the military order had been fulfilled, and he could continue to sit firmly as the champion of the championship team.
The flashes made Su Qingjia feel a little uncomfortable. The bright stadium did not look like night, but like daytime.
When they walked to the players 'passage, Carlos looked back at her several times. Su Qingjia mouthed to him that she was waiting for him at the La Masia small playground. Carlos nodded and reluctantly walked into the passage with the players.
The media was still surrounding them outside and had not dispersed. Compared to the fanfare here, Real Madrid's side was a little cold and silent. Although there were also many media reporters surrounding them, the taste of being a loser was really not good. The sharp questions made their hearts turn cold.
The treatment of both sides was completely different. Su Qingjia looked a little dazed.
She gradually woke up from the excitement of watching the game. The eye-catching media lights reminded her of the story she had seen in her previous life.
The memories that had been buried in her memories had never been so clear. The web news that she had casually flipped through, the notifications from her friends, the newspapers and magazines, and a series of related memories had all awakened, extinguishing the flames that had just burned.
After being reborn, she would feel proud to see this hardworking young man getting better and better. Sometimes, she would think narcissistically about what this young man would have become without her.
In all the superstar reports that followed, Carlos did not exist. There was only another player with the same name. He did not have Carlos's blond hair, nor did he have Carlos's handsomeness.
Su Qingjia did not know what kind of path this boy had taken in his previous life. Did he play football? Was he just like everyone else? Had he never shown his brilliance?
Su Qingjia denied all of his guesses.
As time passed, things became more complicated, and she never thought about it again.
But today, after this intense match, Su Qingjia suddenly thought of something when he saw Carlos surrounded by the media.
In his previous life, when he was reporting on Messi, Su Qingjia had read a lot of information about his youth.
The superstar with dwarfism was born in La Masia, where he was nurtured and the philosophy of football began to take shape little by little.
There was once a report from the Spanish media. Because it was written in Spanish and did not have much value, it was not widely circulated in the country. Almost no one read this news.
The protagonist of this report was called Carlos.
Carlos Ruvio.
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