It was already a week since the 2026 FIFA World Cup.

A week since the football world trembled.

A week since Sam almost singlehandedly sank a nation at an epic FIFA World Cup final clash.

A week later, the football world still trembled.

Samuel Moses, the 20 year old Nigerian phenomenon, had carried his nation to an unprecedented World Cup final, scoring a hat trick in the ultimate battle and earning both the Golden Boot and Golden Ball awards. 

Though it ended in heartbreak, Sam’s name was etched into eternity as the greatest African player the world had ever seen… at just 20.

But this was no overnight miracle.

From the dusty streets of Abraka, Nigeria, where barefoot dreams chased deflated balls, to dazzling crowds at Enyimba FC, to shocking England, going on a generational run with Fulham FC. All of it was documented in history.

Then came FC Barcelona… where he became a legend in just his debut season. Alongside these club triumphs were his exploits for country.

Yet… this is just the beginning.

This is the sequel to Rise of a Football God.

It follows Sam as he returns home for the first time since becoming a global icon, wrestling with fame, destiny, and the colossal pressure of being called “the savior of African football”.

With every match, every record shattered, every rival silenced, he forges a path toward the pantheon of immortals.

But greatness demands sacrifice. 

Legends are not born, they are forged in fire. And for Samuel Moses, the journey to becoming the Football God had only just begun. 

[“It’s time to forge a legacy.”]

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[NOTE: For those that are curious, yes, the system still plays a role in his development, but it’s no longer as prominent as when it helped him build his foundation. Now, Sam is already established, so expect less system interaction.]

The whistle to start the second half cut through the charged air of Stamford Bridge. Chelsea were in high spirits, leading the 2-1.


Enzo Maresca's men had been ruthless in the first forty five minutes, exploiting Madrid's backline and pressing them into making mistakes.


Now, under the floodlights of London, the second half began like a siege. All Chelsea needed was to endure for 45 minutes to wrap it up and create a new memory of a famous UEFA Champions League night at the bridge.


Chelsea pressed high again, Enzo Fernández dictating the tempo from midfield, while Moises Caicedo charged like a bull into every duel.


Joao Pedro nearly made it 3–1 just minutes after the restart, darting past Dani Carvajal and curling a shot that shaved the far post. The Bridge erupted in groans; that was just inches away from putting Madrid on the ropes.


Chapter 45 - The rocket at the Bridge