[Matchday]
The air outside the Santiago Bernabéu shimmered under the glow of floodlights, even though the sun had only just begun to sink.
Fans poured into the surrounding streets in thick, restless streams, their scarves whipping in the early evening breeze.
Every step toward the stadium seemed to carry more than anticipation—it carried an edge.
They were going there for nothing less than a win.
The broadcast feed cut to a sweeping aerial shot of the stadium, its sleek curves glistening under the twilight.
Then came the voice of the host, steady yet carrying a subtle charge.
"Welcome to Madrid, and welcome to the New Santiago Bernabéu—tonight, sealed under its fully closed roof for the first time in a match of this magnitude. No open skies. No wind to bleed away the sound. Everything that happens here will be trapped inside these walls… and tonight, every roar, every whistle, every heartbeat will echo."
