Rise of a Football God

[FC Barcelona]

[Samuel Moses]

[Statistics for 2025/2026 Season:]

[Goals: 44]

[Assists: 28]

[Games: 30]

In his room in Barcelona, framed on a wall, Sam looked at his achievements so far for the 2025/2026 season with a big smile on his face.

He started a habit since his days in Fulham of framing his achievements on his wall in a football season once they started impressing him.

And this season? This was his third picture frame.

This was because of the impressive season he was having.

In terms of trophies, Sam was on course to having the best season of his professional football career but that was not the most impressive thing.

After Hansi Flick made the bold change on the wake of Robert Lewandowski's injury, pushing him to play as a striker, Sam's numbers skyrocketed, truly entering that level of monstrous performances.

Going to the AFCON tournament and returning to his attacking midfield role didn't change any of it, Sam's attacking instincts were now honed to a truly frightening level.

Afterall, he learned from one of the best of the best in Robert Lewandowski.

Not just that, he had a system too.

But both were not the true reason for his ridiculous numbers this season. The main reason was because of his hard work.

All the way from that Christmas game, then in the NPFL, then in the CAF Champions League, to the English Premier League, EFL Cup, English FA Cup, to the Spanish La Liga, UEFA Champions League, and the AFCON tournament.

Through all these different tournaments, from being an inexperienced 17-year-old with little to no experience in the professional stage, Sam had worked his way to this moment, the enigmatic maverick that he was.

The pride of Catalan, the new King of FC Barcelona.

The new King of the UEFA Champions League, and Nigeria's new superstar that led them to a first AFCON trophy in over 10 years.

He was having a truly monstrous season.

A combined figure of 72 goals and assists at this stage of the season in just 30 games was truly a monstrous return.

It meant Sam averaged 2 goal contributions every game!

This was crazy.

But Sam was not done yet. Looking at the picture frame, he only felt motivated by it, this was not the peak of human performance yet.

Thinking of a certain little genius, the previous King of Camp Nou, the Argentine Maestro, Lionel Mess, and thinking of what he did in that legendary 2012 season, Sam felt adrenaline coursing through him.

'This is not the limit of human performance'.

'Not yet'.

'I still have a long way to go'.

'The system said it could make me a Football God huh?' He grinned. 'But why wait till I'm 25 first?'

'Why wait till I'm 30?'

'Can't I become the Football God from the age of 20?'

After breaking so many records already, most FC Barcelona debut records with his legendary season already, now Sam set his sights higher, not just aiming for the Ballon d'Or anymore, but aiming to create an all-time great season.

A season so great that when others look at it, they look on in awe.

A season so great that it becomes synonymous with excellence.

A season so great that it becomes synonymous with the Ballon d'Or.

Sam grinned. "Yeah, we can make it happen". He muttered.

That night, after taking his bath, he had a call with his family, teasing his sister who was finally about to travel to England to stay with Ian.

After that call, he also called his girlfriend, speaking till it was late.

Only after that did Sam sleep.

He slept soundly.

The next day, he woke up like nothing happened but the blood coursing through his veins flowed with greater speed, burned with greater fervor.

Sam wanted to do more.

He knew he could do more, and he was determined to do more.

When he jogged with his friends that morning, he so out jogged them that they stared at him like he was a monster. Even during the last 50 meters sprint, Sam gave them a sizeable gap, making Gavi look at him with a frown.

"Bastardo!" The short Spaniard grunted. "You ate a Bull?"

Sam grinned. "As a matter of fact, yes, I did eat a Bull".

When they entered the gym, he worked out like a man on steroids, doing all the reps and workouts on record time, and doing even more than usual.

When the system notification sounded, informing him that he had completed his daily system quest, Sam did not feel satisfied at all.

He wanted more.

And later in the day when he reported for team training with his teammates, his mood spilled to the pitch.

By now, his teammates were used to him doing crazy things on the training ground. But today? Sam did not just do crazy things.

He did things that left them wondering if he was still human.

Sam played at an extraterrestrial level.

Watching him play, Hansi Flick had a smile on his face like a lovesick man looking at his wife with adoration and affection.

It was no debate, Sam was a shoe-in for FC Barcelona's next game in the Spanish La Liga against Alaves in a few days.

Sam was truly in the deep end now.

And in the blink of an eye, the days rolled and it was D-day.

FC Barcelona welcomed Alaves to the Spotify Camp Nou.

Like expected, the Catalan giants dominated the visitors throughout the first half but the deadlock was not broken till additional time of first half when Raphinha scored from a volley after a Pedri pass.

The first half came to an end 1-0 in Barca's favor.

But when second half started, it was painted blue and red and one player's name was heard throughout the stadium… SAMUEL MOSES.

In the 2nd half, Sam erupted.

He took the game by the scruff of the neck, becoming unplayable.

In the 53rd minute, he scored his first goal from a scissor kick after a Lamine Yamal pass. 4 minutes later, in the 57th minute, he led a counterattack, going on an incredible solo run all the way from his half.

He ran through 4 Alaves players before lobbing the goalkeeper to score his 3rd goal of the game and just before he was substituted in the 78th minute, he scored again in the 77th minute, making it a hattrick.

Another hattrick for the season!

This time, Sam leaped highest from a corner kick, powering in a header to effectively seal FC Barcelona's win.

He won the man of the match award; it was no contest.

Sam… was in the zone.