The air at the Valdebebas training complex was different. It wasn't just the manicured perfection of the pitches or the state-of-the-art facilities; it was the sheer intensity of the atmosphere. The Castilla players trained to get better. The first team trained to win.As Chinglensana stepped onto the hallowed ground for his first session, he felt a mix of awe and trepidation. He was surrounded by legends. There was Cristiano Ronaldo, a sculpted god of athleticism, his every movement a testament to relentless perfection. Sergio Ramos barked orders with the authority of a general. And Gareth Bale flew down the wing, his pace a blur of white.
Achievement Unlocked: "Train with Legends." +500 Points
The system's notification was a quiet comfort. It was a reminder that this was all just a game, and he had the cheat codes. He kept his head down, absorbing everything. He watched Ronaldo's free-kick technique, the specific rotation of the ball. He observed how Ramos read an attacker's movement before they even made it. He saw the intricate passing triangles of Luka Modrić and Xabi Alonso.
During a small-sided game, he found himself on a team with Ronaldo and Bale. He received a pass from Modrić, the ball arriving with a gentle spin that was pure poetry. A defender closed in, but Chinglensana had already mentally mapped the positions of everyone on the pitch. He didn't see Ronaldo to his right; he saw the space Ronaldo was about to occupy. With a delicate touch, he sent a weighted pass into that exact spot. Ronaldo didn't even have to break stride, collecting the ball and firing it into the top corner.Ronaldo clapped, a brief nod of approval. "Good ball, kid," he said.Chinglensana just nodded back, a small smile on his face. The pressure was immense, but his quiet cleverness, honed through his regression and amplified by his system, allowed him to thrive.
April 2, 2014. Champions League Quarter-finals, 1st Leg. The Santiago Bernabéu was a cauldron of noise, a sea of white scarves waving under the floodlights. The opponent: Borussia Dortmund. The stadium vibrated with a desperate hunger for La Decima, the tenth European title. On the bench, Chinglensana watched the match unfold. The first half was a tense, scoreless affair. The Dortmund defense was organized and relentless, neutralizing every Real Madrid attack. As the second half began, the pressure mounted. The score remained 0-0. Manager Carlo Ancelotti, looking for a spark, turned to the bench. His eyes scanned the familiar faces, then settled on the quiet Indian kid. "Singh," Ancelotti said, his voice cutting through the noise. "Get ready."Chinglensana felt the adrenaline flood his veins. He stripped off his tracksuit top, a cold, focused calm washing over him.
As he ran onto the pitch, replacing a tired Karim Benzema, he heard the murmur from the crowd. Who was this new guy? He was a complete unknown.The first ten minutes were a whirlwind. He touched the ball sparingly, using his system to analyze the flow of the game.
Analyze Opponent: Borussia Dortmund (DEF)
Weakness: Center-backs prone to stepping up. Exploit space behind the defensive line.
He saw his chance. Marcelo, the left-back, had the ball and was looking for an option. Chinglensana made a subtle, curving run, not sprinting but gliding, positioning himself in a pocket of space between two defenders. The ball from Marcelo was a good one, but slightly too high. Instead of controlling it with his foot, Chinglensana took a risk. With a deft, flicking header, he guided it over the onrushing goalkeeper. The ball looped into the net.The Bernabéu erupted. The commentators screamed his name, trying to place it.
"GOOOAL! Real Madrid have a breakthrough! And who is that?! Who is that young player with the finish?! It's Chinglensana Singh, a player from the Castilla academy! What a moment for the young man! You simply cannot write a better script!"
—Goal! +150 Points—
Ten minutes later, he had another chance. This time, as the ball was cleared from the box, it bounced directly to him, about twenty-five yards from the goal. The Dortmund defense, reeling from the first goal, was out of position. Chinglensana didn't hesitate. He took one look at the goal and unleashed a venomous shot. It was a missile, a blur of white that swerved through the air and nestled into the top left corner, leaving the keeper rooted to the spot.
"UNBELIEVABLE! A second goal for Chinglensana Singh! A spectacular long-range shot! This is not an ordinary debut, this is a statement! A legend is being born right before our eyes, folks, a new galactico rising from the academy!"
Goal! +150 Points
Achievement Unlocked: "Long-Range Marksman"
A brace! The stadium was in a frenzy. He was an instant hero.But he wasn't done yet. In the 85th minute, with Real Madrid now leading 2-0, the ball fell to his feet on the edge of the box. He could have shot, but his system showed him a better option. Ronaldo was making a run on the far side, but he was marked. Chinglensana didn't pass to where Ronaldo was; he passed to where he was going to be, a perfectly weighted through ball that bisected two defenders. Ronaldo met it in stride and, with a clinical finish, made it 3-0.
"Singh to Ronaldo! What a pass! That's a goal for the legend, but the vision from the young Indian is simply sublime! The man doesn't just score, he creates! A complete footballer, and he's just getting started! An absolute masterclass on his debut!"
Assist! +50 Points
The match ended with a commanding 3-0 victory. The stadium was in a euphoric state, and the name on everyone's lips was Chinglensana Singh. The quiet architect had arrived.