Rise of a Football God

"GOALLLLLL…!!!" The commentators screamed.

"Raphinha with the thunderbolt!"

"What a hit!"

"Courtois definitely didn't see that coming!"

After his somersault, jumping back to his feet, Raphinha was already charging towards the corner flag to celebrate even as Sam and the rest of his teammates charged after him, celebrating excitedly.

Arriving at the corner flag, the Brazilian jumped high, pumping a fist in celebration even as the stunned Real Madrid fans watched them spitefully.

Sam jumped on Raphinha's back, celebrating the goal with him.

When Yamal arrived, he led the way, starting the Brazilian samba dance.

As soon as Raphinha realized what the young Spaniard was doing, with a big smile on his face, he joined. Sam was awful at dancing but eager to join in on the fun, he also joined in on the dance even as Balde also danced with them.

"What a comeback from FC Barcelona!"

"And just like that, they're in front!"

"But this boy, Samuel Moses, can we just talk about his quality?"

"Can we talk about the quality in that assist?"

"I mean, come on, that's his 2nd assist this game! The Madrid defense is doing a good job at marking him not to take a good sight of goal, but still, his playmaking skills are tearing Madrid apart".

"That pass to set up Gavi was crazy, but this was even crazier!"

"What a pass!"

"He is the model false 9!"

"But what a change. Earlier in the season, the football world was set ablaze as FC Barcelona unveiled their newly signed attacking midfielder".

"To think that this midfielder would be such a lethal striker now".

"Barcelona truly are blessed to have him".

That goal… only left more nerves dangling in this game.

The tension in this game didn't decrease, rather it increased, Real Madrid suddenly feeling the heat.

Having lost all 3 games against the Catalan giants during the previous season, Real Madrid were desperate to make their comeback and get a win.

They were under a lot of pressure to perform at the El Clasico, Kylian Mbappe especially who was yet to taste a victory at the El Clasico.

They were not even satisfied with ending this game in a stalemate.

And to think now, they were not even drawing, but were rather losing…

…to hell with courtesy!

FWEEE!

As soon as the referee's whistle sounded in the 74th minute of this game after Raphinha's goal, the signal for the game to continue, Jose Mourinho's Real Madrid suddenly seemed to have reincarnated in this current crop of players donning the white of the Spanish Capital club.

Real Madrid lost it completely.

After playing fair, curbing their desire to incite violence amid high tension since, to still be losing after all that?
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It was demoralizing, and so Madrid decided to switch it up!

They decided to turn the game on its head!

Thud! Thud!

The Madrid players no longer just chased the ball, they sought murder!

But the fact that they sought murder didn't mean Barca would roll over on their belly for them though. Rather, it was the sudden change that took over the Catalan's game that incited their desire for violence even more.

After Raphinha's goal, suddenly infused with more confidence as they were now leading in this game, FC Barcelona truly awakened, rearing its head.

The Catalans started their football heritage.

Pressed to quickly win the ball back and score again to make it a deadlock once again, the Real Madrid players chased the ball everywhere, including the forwards like Mbappe and Vinicius and yet that was where Barca shone.

Tiki! Taka!

Prime FC Barcelona seemed to have reincarnated.

Sam seemed to turn into a prime Lionel Messi, Yamal turning into a prime Neymar as with their one-two passes and silky dribbling skills, they began cutting the Real Madrid defense open again and again like a hot knife through butter.

Bzzz!

Every touch, every body movement, it was done with lethal intent, turning the players facing them inside out and forcing them to embrace the dark side.

In midfield, Pedri and Gavi seemed to turn into reincarnations of Xavi and Iniesta as they dictated the play in the middle of the park.

Bam! Bam!

They passed the ball in consistent and dizzying triangular patterns, dancing circles around the pursuing Real Madrid players.

Raphinha remained a bubble of energy, a constant source of strength.

And then supporting him on the left was an Alejandro Balde who also seemed to transmogrify in this game, turning into a prime Jordi Alba.

The young Spaniard bombed up and down the left-hand side of the pitch like a tireless machine whose sole purpose was sinking Madrid to defeat.

On the right, Jules Kounde was no Dani Alves but the right back did his defending to a tee, frustrating the suddenly tame Madrid attack.

With every play, every touch of the ball, every minute that passed, Madrid players became more frustrated and the frustration began spilling.

'Kill him!' The Jose Mourinho spirit whispered.

Whoosh!

Ferland Mendy was the first to lose his head, taking Yamal down in an extremely dangerous tackle as the Spaniard continued teasing him.

The referee's whistle sounded immediately as the left back got a yellow card.

And yet Barca didn't stop due to that.

Barcelona continued tormenting them and in reply, they played ugly. Rudiger led the charge, seemingly transforming into a prime and ruthless Sergio Ramos.

Real Madrid were being toyed with at the Bernabeu!

This was not just any performance from FC Barcelona, this was a masterpiece!

A game of heavyweights where the Catalans taught their bitter rivals an unforgettable lesson in football.

In the 83rd minute of the game, it finally happened.

FWEEEE!

The referee blew his whistle again, this time brandishing a straight red card to Carvajal who took down Raphinha after another marauding attack.

The veteran Spanish right back muttered some curses before trudging off the field angrily, nerves were at their highest in this game.

Sam stood over the ball to take the freekick as he was greeted by an ocean of boos from the Real Madrid players.

After a short run, Sam took an accurate freekick, sending it towards the top right corner but Courtois pulled off an incredible save, tipping the ball over for a corner.

When the corner was cleared, Rudiger almost took out Araujo in the process of clearing the ball.

The game was truly heated.

But then just 2 more minutes later, Barca did it again, they scored.

And this time, Sam did it.

He got his name on the scoresheet finally.