The Stadio Olimpico was witnessing something statistically impossible. Lazio's midfield was built to destroy. Lucas Biglia, a man who led the Serie A tackling charts and specialized in "ending" the careers of flashy playmakers, was currently chasing a ghost.
"Biglia! Stick to him! Don't let him breathe!" Stefano Pioli was screaming from the technical area, his face a shade of frantic purple.
Biglia was trying. He was a veteran of the Argentinian national team; he knew every trick in the book—the shirt tugs, the clips on the heels, the heavy-shouldered bumps. But as the first half wore on, Biglia's face turned from aggressive to green with frustration.
Every time Biglia launched a "bone-crunching" press, the ball was already gone. Renzo wasn't just passing; he was Anti-Pressing. It was as if Renzo had a 360-degree radar that told him exactly when Biglia's studs were six inches from his ankles.
Zip. One-touch pass to Aquilani.
Flick. A no-look lay-off to Salah.
"I'm a tackling expert!" Biglia snarled at the referee after another lunging tackle met only air. "How am I supposed to tackle a kid who won't touch the ball twice?!"
On the pitch, Renzo felt a strange, almost divine serenity. After a week of recovery, his 99 Vision wasn't just a stat—it was a superpower.
He didn't have to look for the runners anymore. He could feel the "heat" of the players around him. He knew exactly where Biglia was charging from behind without turning his head. It was a state of Proprioception so advanced it felt like the pitch was an extension of his own body.
When Biglia tried to "blindside" him from the right, Renzo simply shifted his weight and played a first-time ball into the space Biglia had just vacated. It wasn't just a pass; it was a humiliation. He was using Biglia's own aggression to tear Lazio's midfield structure apart.
Behind the midfield, Stefan de Vrij—the highly touted "Prodigy of the Netherlands"—was suffering an existential crisis. He had spent his career relying on his elite "Anticipation." But how do you anticipate a pass that is delivered before the passer even looks at the target?
"It's an automatic tracking radar," De Vrij muttered, watching another Renzo-to-Gómez connection nearly result in a third goal.
The domestic fans in the live stream were losing their minds.
User_Regista: "Biglia is one of the top 5 tacklers in Italy, and Renzo is making him look like a puppy chasing a laser pointer."
Tactical_Jun: "This isn't football. It's bullying. Renzo has literally deleted Lazio's defensive midfield from the game."
As the whistle blew for half-time, the scoreboard read Lazio 0-2 Fiorentina.
Renzo walked toward the tunnel, once again adjusting his socks with a calm, stoic expression. Biglia stood ten yards away, hands on his hips, staring at the back of the 16-year-old's jersey with a mixture of hatred and awe.
In the locker room, Montella looked at the stats. Renzo had a 98% Pass Completion Rate. In the Stadio Olimpico. Against the #4 team in the league.
"Ren," Montella said, his voice hushed. "I told you to be a genius. I didn't tell you to become a God."
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