Rise of a Football God

BAM!

An iconic shot that would soon become entrenched in history.

The ball kissed the bottom right corner of the net and immediately, the Blaugrana end at the Estadio La Cartuja de Sevilla went ballistic.

Fans threw limbs, strangers hugged like brothers, tears welled up in eyes painted red and blue as smoke bombs turned the sky crimson and violet.

Pandemonium.

Madness.

Delirium.

The commentator lost all restraint.

"OH MY WORD!"

"SAMUEL MOSES, TAKE THE BOW, YOU ABSOLUTE MONSTER!"

"A STRIKE FROM HEAVEN!"

"FROM THE DEPTHS OF HIS SOUL!"

"HE HAS PARTED THE SEA AND WALKED ON WATER IN SEVILLE!"

"BARCA LEAD! BARCA LEAD!"

Fans collapsed to their knees, fists in the sky, screaming to the heavens. Some were crying, others shaking. In the Madrid end, pure silence.

A thousand white shirts frozen in disbelief, like statues witnessing a miracle they could not stop.

They knew. It was over.

Screaming at the top of his lungs, Sam allowed his body, mind, and soul to bask in the moment as he charged towards the corner flag, spreading his arms wide to embrace the energy of the stadium before sliding on his knees in celebration.

"Sam!" "Sam!" "Sam!"

The Sam chants started at the Estadio La Cartuja de Sevilla.

His teammates finally arrived, most sliding on the field after him in celebration, others jumping in joy, punching their fists out of sheer passion for the game and for their club.

Raphinha hugged Sam excitedly, kissing his forehead without restraint as he lost himself in the celebrations already.

When Sam rose back up to his feet, Lamine Yamal jumped on his back, pumping a fist in excitement as the fans roared with his movements.

It was pure pandemonium, but there was joy in the chaos.

FWEEE!

The referee's whistle soon sounded again, the signal to continue the game but at this point, there was very little that Real Madrid could do.

Carlo Ancelotti, the Real Madrid coach went all out, setting his team loose as they went all out attack, sending majority of the players up field to attack.

And yet, it was not bearing much fruit. Barcelona defended as a team.

4 minutes of additional time were added to the game.

Real Madrid kept on chasing the equalizer, but they never saw it. At the final minute, when Real Madrid got a corner, even Thibaut Courtois ran up field to join his players, desperate to help his team even the score line.

And yet, it was not enough.

The corner kick was played, and Real Madrid still failed to score.

That was the last kick of the game.

The final whistle blew.

Barcelona 2. Real Madrid 1.

As the players in white collapsed on the pitch in exhaustion, the players in red and blue still found the energy to run around the pitch in celebration, celebrating the victory excitedly in front of their fans.

The commentators chipped into the celebrations.

"And there it is!"

"It is done!"

"Barcelona are Kings of the Copa once more!"

"In a night that will be carved into the marble halls of footballing legend, they have defied the odds, silenced their doubters, and lifted the crown above their eternal rivals!"

"The mighty Real Madrid has been beaten!"

"This wasn't just victory, it was resurrection. It was rage turned to glory. It was Samuel Moses, the storm in human form, writing his name into the stars of Seville!"

"Tonight, in La Cartuja… Barca didn't just win the Copa del Rey".

"They conquered it!"

And as the Barcelona captain raised the trophy high, gold confetti rained, and fans sang at the top of their lungs.

"El Cant del Barca!"

They sang with tears streaming down their cheeks, with joy overflowing.

And as they sang, one thing was certain:

This night would never be forgotten.

…

That night, Sam was the star of the show.

With another MOTM award for his 2-goal haul in the final, singlehandedly winning the game for FC Barcelona, Sam solidified his position as the player primed to win the best player award of the Copa del Rey.

And he did scoop the award, adding it to his growing individual award cabinet and yet that was not all for the night.

With 2 more goals to his numbers this season, in the context of the Copa del Rey tournament, he also won the golden boot award for the tournament.

That night, Sam felt on top of the world.

That night, Barcelona was to celebrate all night, fans of the Catalan club savoring a well-deserved victory over their eternal rivals in one of the biggest stages of club football in the context of Spanish football.

Sam did not exclude himself from the celebrations though.

After such a grueling game both mentally and physically, even he wanted to relax and properly recover from the game.

To his surprise, by the time he arrived back to Barcelona to much fanfare with his teammates, his fiancée was already there at the Spotify Camp Nou waiting for him. Sam was surprised to meet Kayla, but he didn't say it.

He was excited to meet her.

Having driven to the stadium, Kayla scooped her fiancée away from the overzealous fans, driving him home.

On getting home, Sam was treated to a sumptuous African meal that Kayla already meticulously made for him with the most love and care.

That night, Sam didn't just enjoy that meal, he enjoyed another meal.

And another unforgettable night was added to the lore of romance between Sam and Kayla. That night, the fiancées let themselves loose in the throes of pleasure, basking in each other's warmth, presence, and affection.

Spending time alone with Kayla, Sam could not think of a better way to spend his night on the wake of such a legendary performance against Real Madrid in the final of the Copa del Rey.

'Ah… I'm living the life'.

Not just Sam, the other FC Barcelona players let themselves loose that night, savoring the moment and the incredible feeling of victory.

The streets of Barcelona were lit with the flames of passion that night.

It was an unforgettable night.