The Stadio Artemio Franchi was vibrating. It wasn't just the scoreline; it was the manner in which Fiorentina was dismantling Parma. This wasn't a tactical grind—it was a symphony of purple violence.
Thousands of miles away, despite the 2:45 AM start time, Japanese social media was melting down. The "Renzo Effect" had turned a standard Serie A Sunday into a national event. Working professionals and students alike were huddled over glowing screens, waiting for the "Maestro" to do something impossible.
They didn't have to wait long.
The moment of the match arrived from an error. Milan "The Bull" Badelj lunged into a trademark interception, winning the ball back with ferocity. But as he tried to spark the counter-attack, his balance wavered.
The pass was a disaster—a "hospital ball" sent waist-high and spinning awkwardly toward Renzo. Usually, this kills a counter-attack. The receiver has to chest it down, settle it, and wait—giving the defense five crucial seconds to reset.
Renzo Uzumaki didn't wait.
With his 86 Ball Control and 99 Vision, he calculated the trajectory in a heartbeat. He planted his left foot, leaned his entire body toward the grass, and swung his right leg in a devastating Scorpion Kick flick. He didn't even touch the ball with his laces; he used the side of his heel to redirect the spin.
The ball didn't just move; it accelerated, slicing through the air and landing perfectly into the stride of Mario Gómez.
"Mamma Mia!" the Italian commentator screamed. "That's not a pass, that's a miracle! Renzo Uzumaki is playing FIFA in real life!"
Gómez didn't waste the gift. He didn't even look at the keeper. He unleashed a "cannonball" shot into the top corner. 3-0.
By halftime, Parma was a broken shell. They had come for a game; they had found an execution.
Vincenzo Montella, ever the pragmatist, looked at the schedule. The Europa League knockout round was looming on Thursday. There was no need to grind his jewels into the dust.
In the 60th minute, the board went up.
OFF: #10 Renzo, #33 Gómez, #10 Aquilani.
ON: Gilardino, Pizarro, Joaquín.
As Renzo walked off, the Franchi rose as one. The "Renzo!" chants were so loud they could likely be heard in the Uffizi Gallery. He had played only an hour, but he had dictated every second of it.
Even with the "Big Three" resting, the momentum didn't stop. Juan Cuadrado and Mohamed Salah, smelling blood and wanting to join the party, refused to let up. They tore into the exhausted Parma wings, adding two more goals to the tally.
FINAL SCORE: Fiorentina 5 - 0 Parma.
As the final whistle echoed, the statistics flashed on the screen:
Renzo Uzumaki: 60 mins, 2 assists, 98% pass accuracy.
Fiorentina: 74% possession.
The Record: Biggest winning margin for the club in 5 years.
Renzo sat on the bench, a purple jacket over his shoulders, watching the fans celebrate. He looked calm, almost detached. While the city was celebrating the "Massacre of Parma," Renzo's mind was already three days ahead.
The Gialloblu were gone. Thursday was the Europa League. And after that... the giants of Inter Milan. The symphony was just getting started.
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