In the commentator's box, the commentator sat in front of his mic as the camera zoomed in on, a new player entering the field.
"And here we are at the stadium, my friends! An exciting moment as Barcelona makes a substitution! Fati exits and Bobby Storm enters! It's Storm's debut today, what excitement in this high-level match! The tension is in the air, and we all wonder how this teenager will handle the pace and level of play!"
Most people were confused, especially those in the audience. No one had a single clue who Bobby Storm was. Never had anybody heard his name before. Not in any academy or college leagues.
A complete anomaly.
People stared at their screens, confused but the people in the audience cheered and their cheers were loud enough to reach Bobby's ears.
The game begun.
The ball was in play and Busquet passed it to Gavi who took it forward. As one of the Madrid defenders came close, he quickly passed it to Pedri.
Pedri took it forward and as Militao came close to the ball, he passed it back to Gavi. The boy received it well, he was close to the goal but there were too many defenders closing in.
In the corner of his vision, he saw a blur of red and blue moving swiftly toward the goal. His eyes widened as a small smile crept onto his face.
'Don't disappoint me. No… don't disappoint us.'
Then he made a bit of a risky decision and chipped the ball in mid air.
The defenders looked at the ball in midair, confused. It was too high in the air. What was Gavi attempting?
Then what they saw next made their eyes widen and their blood went cold.
A fast blur could be seen jumping toward the ball in air, it was staggering to watch. The boy was almost flying.
With immense power, Storm kicked the ball and the sound of a loud impact sounded as it waltzed right into the upper corner of the goal that Courtois was keeping.
*BHAMMMMMMM!!!!*
The entire stadium held its breath.
2-1
The entire stadium erupted in cheers.
"OH MY GOD!! Oh my lord! Barca has scored a goal!! It's 2-1!! The score is 2-1!! STORM SCORED THE GOAL!! The young debut's first goal in his first game!!"
Courtois stared at the corner where the ball was still rolling against the net before falling on the ground.
He wasn't alone.
All the defenders stared at the boy who was simply standing on the spot staring at the point where he just scored.
"STORMMMMMMMMM!!!!"
Gavi jumped onto his back and Pedri and everyone else surrounded the young chap. Storm swayed a little, shocked himself as he was getting patted from every side.
Before falling on his knees and erupting into a war cry.
"WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!"
The stadium's cheers grew louder.
The commentator chuckled.
"Oh this boy is the storm alright. He won't be going home alone tonight."
The game resumed. Modric passed it to Benzema. The Muslim hulk prayed to Allah as the divine grace of his all father embodied his body.
He moved like a gladiator and just as he was about to score. He was taken aback by a storm.
The boy was precise. The boy was swift. The boy was lightning but he was a storm. He dived right below, taking the hulk by surprise.
The ball rolled toward Modric but Arajauo was already ready. He blocked the Czech forward as the talented player passed it to Kroos but before he could get it, the ball was already intercepted by Storm.
With the ball in the foot of Storm, the stadium held its breath once again. Kroos tried to intercept the ball but he dribbled pass him with shocking speed.
Moving past the half line, he passed the ball to Lewandowski that was ahead. The forward smirked as he received the perfect pass.
Dribbling it ahead, he stared into Courtois ready eyes and as he went for a shoot, Courtois almost jumped but… Lewandowki actually back passed it through Alaba's feet.
There… behind Alaba was standing…
Storm.
Already there.
*BHAMMMMMMMMMM!!!*
And Storm kicked it.
The ball flew in the air with fury, Courtois stared at it as he almost received it with his palms… missing it by a few inches.
*Swish…*
The sound of the net sounded.
2-2.
"WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAQ!!!!"
"BARCAAAAA VISCA EL BARCAAAA!!!!!"
"STORM! STORM! STORM! STORM!!!"
The stadium screamed at the top of their lungs.
This was the second goal that Storm had made in a matter of minutes.
The second goal and now the El Classico was at a draw.
The commentator spoke in his mic.
"And this is the second goal by Storm! Oh my oh my! This boy is already showing his promise!"
The boy in question laughed as he ran along the boundaries. Taking in the cheers of the stadium, his arms stretched like a bird's.
The game resumed.
Benzema huffed. Staring at the boy with his divine anger.
Modric passed it to the hulk. The hulk took the ball, waltzing his way through the defenders… staggering them… he approached the goal and kicked the ball.
The ball flew in the air toward the corner of the goal… fortunately it was saved by the goalkeeper.
It was still 2-2.
The game resumed. The goalkeeper passed the ball to Garcia who played with the ball a little before passing it to Arajuao.
The dark skinned defender showed his ability with the ball.. running it past one of the Madrid forwards… ultimately passing it to Busquets.
As the ball came to Busquets, he glanced at Bobby in the corner. The boy was already being cornered by two defenders ready to intercept if the ball was passed to him.
Smirking, he passed it to Gavi. The young Spanish baller dribbled it past Cajraval and as he was going to get intercepted by him again.
Gavi passed.
The ball curved midair.
In the clouds, thunder suddenly struck.
Storm had arrived.
His speed comparable to lightning as he moved passed the defenders guarding him. He jumped in the air like a hawk, twirling around as he tornado kicked the ball.
A loud shrill blast from the referee's whistle sounded. Twice in rapid succession.
The match was over.
2-3.
Hattrick.