"BARCA HAS DONE IT!" The comntators roared.
"The Catalans have done it in Madrid!"
"That's the equalizer!"
"What a goal!"
"So many people involved, so many brilliant plays involved!"
"Balde's run, just beautiful! Sam's physicality against Alaba? Brilliant! And that pass? My God, that was straight out of sut Ozil's book!"
"And then that finishing touch?!"
"My oh my! Gavi, co on, this is the Bernabeu short man!"
While the comntators raved, waxing lyrical about the equalizer that suddenly silenced the Santiago Bernabeu, Gavi was already charging away towards the corner flag even as the away stands erupted in ecstasy.
Gavi didn't just run, as he ran, he pumped his fists excitedly, his pupils dilated in the tense energy of this ga.
As he pumped his fists, he bent his body, sliding in celebration even as he kept on pumping them fists excitedly.
"CO ON!!!" He roared in Spanish.
His teammates arrived, swarming him, celebrating the goal with him.
The reaction of the ho fans?
"BOOOOO…!!!"
That goal only made the atmosphere in this stadium even more hostile.
The Madrid fans went as far as throwing bottles and other things at the celebrating FC Barcelona players, truly making the atmosphere hit a fever pitch.
It took so intervention before the fans and players finally cald down.
Despite the disruption though, reality was reality.
In the 34th minute of this ga, it was now 1-1…
FC Barcelona was back in the ga.
Absolute cinema.
"And that is Sam's first El Clasico goal contribution! Does he have what it takes to do more in this ga?"
"Surely, this ga has more drama, right?"
Yes, there was more drama in this ga, the El Clasico kind.
After that goal, once again it was even between both teams, taking them back to square zero where they started but this ti, with more drama.
Mbappe already scored, Gavi equalized, and yet both teams wanted more.
FWEEE!
As soon as the referee's whistle sounded, the cinema continued.
And this ti, a certain Vinicius Jnr. truly beca unleashed.
Real Madrid and FC Barcelona have a roster of superstars, professional football players who were at the peak of the profession but when it cos to thriving in chaos and pressure, few thrived like the Brazilian, Vinicius Jnr.
Barcelona's equalizer didn't demoralize Vinicius at all, rather, it only made the Brazilian want to make his mark in the ga even more.
BZZZ!
Vinicius beca a monster!
Every single ti that he got the ball from the 34th minute onward, the Brazilian dazzled, turning Jules Kounde inside out.
And every single dribble after, he never failed to jump aggressively, pumping his hands to rile up the Madrid fans in white.
In the 38th minute, he went on another solo run, penetrating into the Barca defense and sneaking out a shot that forced Ter Stegen into an awkward save, pushing the ball into the bar for a rebound.
'A chance…!'
Vinicius erupted, chasing after the loose ball but soone went after him. The Uruguayan, Ronald Araujo.
Vinicius arrived at the ball first but imdiately after, Ronald Araujo clattered into him, shoving him off the ball with his shoulder in a display of power. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire
It was a goal kick but that action…, it beca a catalyst for violence.
"Bastard! What was that?!" Bellingham who was close by quickly closed the distance to Araujo, shoving him with his arms.
A hot-blooded Araujo reacted imdiately, turning towards the Englishman.
Bellingham didn't back down. "F*ck you!"
Of course, Bellingham reacted for a reason, it was a slightly hard tackle. And Vinicius who was at the end of it had no intention of staying quiet.
The Brazilian was known for his fiery personality.
As soon as Vinicius rose back to his feet, he pointed a finger at the Uruguayan, warning him but the Catalan players were having none of it.
Pak!
Pau Cubarsi slapped Vinicius Jnr.'s pointed finger aside!
"…!"
Emotions quickly flared!
FWEEEE!
The referee's whistle quickly sounded as he diated, trying to calm the situation even as the players of both clubs clashed.
Raphinha charged from where he was, trying to also diate the situation but he barely spoke when Vinicius shoved him aside with one hand.
"…!" The Brazilian was shocked, he could only laugh.
They were compatriots internationally but clearly, that didn't an much to Vinicius at this mont as club rivalry took precedence.
The ga turned chaotic and heated.
But this was El Clasico!
This was the energy of the great rivalry between the 2 top Spanish clubs.
Sam was at the side but witnessing his teammates clash against those of the Spanish Capital club, he could not stay idle as he also entered the fray, diating while using the opportunity to exchange a word or two with the opponents.
Since making his debut as a professional football player, this was by far the most heated ga that Sam had taken part in.
The energy, the tension, the near violence, everything was next level.
He was not used to it but Sam didn't succumb to it. Having lived through El Clasicos like this as a fan, he adapted properly as a player now.
When the players finally cald down, the referee finally started his onslaught, brandishing yellow cards like they were freebies.
Ronald Araujo and Vinicius Jnr. received a yellow card, Bellingham and Pau Cubarsi also received yellow cards.
The Real Madrid fans clamored for a penalty for Ronald Araujo clattering into Vinicius in such a manner but the referee was having none of it.
Standing his ground, after both sides accepted his decision, he blew the whistle again to continue this fiery ga.
FWEEE!
The ga continued.
After that altercation in the 38th minute, both sides were even more eager to sink the other and get the bragging rights at the end of the ga.
Vinicius continued dazzling, constantly setting Mbappe up against the stalwart Barca defense.
The Barca attackers were not idle either.
Led by Sam, Raphinha, and Lamine Yamal, they dazzled, going again and again as they threatened the Madrid defense.
Both sides created chances, keeping the fans on edge throughout but in the end, the first half ended in a draw.
Half-ti, 1-1.
Even as they walked down the tunnel, Vinicius continued exchanging words with Ronald Araujo, pointing fingers at the Uruguayan.
This was a fiery ga.
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