FWEEE!
The whistle cut through the night like a blade.
The Santiago Bernabéu was a storm.
White flags swirled in a sea of noise, drums thudded from the upper tiers, and chants cascaded like thunderclaps. Every tackle, every touch, and every sprint carried the weight of history.
El Clásico was alive.
Madrid roared first. Right from kickoff, receiving the ball, Vinícius Jnr. darted at Jules Koundé with the hunger of a man who lived for this stage. He dropped his shoulder once, twice, and burst into the box like an assassin.
BAM!
Vinicius unleashed the first shot of the game in the 1st minute.
Koundé scrambled, and Jose García reacted, going on a full stretch dive. For a few seconds, time seemed to freeze, and then… BAM… the shot stung Garcia's palms as he parried wide.
The Bernabéu erupted as though it had already gone in.
"Así se juega!" Fans screamed. (This is how you play!)
