Chapter 79 – End of a Crazy Half
The red sea surged in the stands. Flags waved. The weight of the night settled on every shoulder in red. The scent of wet grass, fresh boots, and adrenaline filled the air.
Rúben Amorim stood just outside the technical area, jacket flapping in the gust, his mouth already moving—
"SHIFT EARLY! WATCH THE WIDE SWITCH!"
On the other bench, Carlo Ancelotti barely blinked. Arms crossed. Calm. His gaze sweeping across the pitch with quiet calculation. He gave a nod—just one—and Real Madrid began their press.
Casemiro collected near the center circle. Quick check of the shoulder—tap. To Bruno.
Bruno turned.
Nathan dropped in.
Pass incoming.
But—CRACK!
Camavinga exploded into the lane, intercepting with ruthless timing. Ball gone. Advantage Madrid.
Tch…!
Nathan turned on his heel, bolting back.
Minute 3.
Vinícius.
Left wing.
Trouble.
He'd barely touched the ball yet—then he exploded. A blur of white and speed.
Wan-Bissaka backed off.
