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The whistle blew, the stadium roared and the match kicked off..
Barcha started with the ball, as Andreas Iniesta received the ball from Messi, he followed up by immediately giving the ball to Busquets and moving forward at an angle that still allowed him to receive the ball at any time.
Busquets as the designated ball carrier never once looked down at the ball. His years of experience guided him as his eyes flowed in constant motion analysing his teammates movements.
As well as the opposition who made their way to press him.
However, seemingly feeling no pressure from the situation, he almost casually played a simple pass in between the narrow gap left by muller and kimmich into Xavi.
At first it may have seemed like a normal pass, but due to the players being in motion they had no time to react, and with such a simple move they were now under threat from one of the greatest midfielders of this generation.
'Woah, that 1 simple pass took 2 players out of the game instantly' Ralph whispered to Oscar without taking his eyes off the field.
'Yeah, in this attack those two won't make it in time to actively support their defence anymore.
But there's no problem currently, they will just drop deep to act as an outlet for their players when the ball inevitably comes out.
After all, Bastard Munchen aren't so weak, and it seems this series of attacks is nothing more than a probe.' Oscar replied in a confident tone.
Just as he said that Bastian Schweinsteiger intercepted a pass sent for lavinho and played it to Muller to commence their own attack.
For the first couple minutes the game followed a similar pattern of attack, possession and defence.
20′
A subtle pattern began to emerge.
Thomas Müller, ever the architect, drifted wide, pulling defenders with him like gravity. Suddenly he burst back into the space he just vacated.
Beside him, Franck Ribéry danced in tight angles, shifting weight as though the ball were a compass he alone could read, before he passed to muller who just shook off his defender.
They began to conduct an interplay that was as precise as it was lethal. The ball was never motionless, always manipulated with purpose and the two were masterfully shifting defenders left and right never hinting at their next move.
Then just as Ribery spotted Noa's shifting position he unleashed a neatly threaded pass that whipped behind pique, right into Noa's path without him having to break stride.
It was a masterful pass that few in the crowd saw coming even from their bird's eye view.
Yet a ruthless foot blocked the path of the ball. There stood Busquets who, having read the pass, wasted a second to display a smirk at Ribery before clearing the ball towards Iniesta.
And just like that Bastard Munchen were now scrambling to get back to defend.
The ball reached Iniesta who was using his body to shield the incoming ball from his defender.
His first touch killed the ball's momentum as he cushioned it into a flick on pass to Xavi.
As he carried the ball down the field at a noticeable pace, he shifted his gaze abruptly towards Messi who began making his run.
The defenders seeing this all instinctively moved to the right side of the pitch to cover him. Taking advantage of this Xavi hit a daisy-cutter towards lavinho on the left, who now having space, exploded forward.
As Boateng came to put a stop to the attack he began to struggle to keep up with the ball.
Lavinho took so many touches in such small succession in every direction he didn't know what to do or where he was planning to go.
Just as he thought a mistake was made in the form of a heavy touch. Lavinho dragged the ball back and pushed it though his now open, overstretched legs with an elastico.
Alaba came to support but lavinho hit an audacious rainbow flick over his head.
Both Alaba and the crowd were shocked into silence as he maintained his run.
But now comes a problem.
Lahm.
One of the best defenders in the world stood in his way.
But lavinho was a free-spirited player. Things such as doubt had no room in his butterfly dance.
He executed a ball roll, into successive step overs, followed by a drop of the shoulder feint before exploding to the left side.
But Lahm read all his movements and clashed with such tenacity that Lavinho could hardly find any space to maneuver into.
Seeing it was temporarily futile he once again cut back before leisurely rolling the ball back.
Lahm thought he delayed the attack and forced Lavinho to retreat, allowing his teammates to get back and defend.
Seeing Lavinho wasn't in a position to shoot, he chose to back off ever so slightly, a mistake Lavinho intended to punish.
At the peripheral of his vision he saw movement, it wasn't loud, but such a move almost demanded the ball off him, and so with his natural flair, he performed an elegant rabona pass that lofted into the air, almost gliding right towards the most dangerous player on the pitch.
Messi appeared from behind Boateng and met the ball on the volley.
Before Lahm could even process what happened, the ball curved with grace that defied logic into the top left corner of his goal.
Neuer, who only saw the ball disappear behind his own player, simply couldn't react in time to make the save.
The home crowd at FC Barcha's Camp Nou erupted in a roar that shook the very spine of the stadium, a tidal wave of sound crashing down as scarves whipped through the air and strangers clutched each other in delirium.
They had witnessed art, defiance, and inevitability.
When Sergio Busquets cut out that pass with a smirk, belief sparked.
when lavinho started his symphony of movements, hope flared.
But when Lionel Messi ghosted in behind Jérôme Boateng and bent that impossible volley beyond Manuel Neuer, belief became truth.
Raphael was finally able to let go of the breath he was holding, as Lavinho eagerly retrieved the ball in a hurry to restart. Such an intense sequence had him on the edge of his seat from start to finish.
Oscar simply watched his reactions at each sequence with amusement.
He was glad he took him to this game, to gaze upon the very best.
The level he himself couldn't reach and the level his son declared he would one day surpass.
Realising the game was about to restart and he was too deep in thought, Oscar shook his head and instead chose to enjoy the moment with his son.
Barcha 1-0 Bastard Muchen 22'
Barcha 1 – 1 Bastard Muchen (agg score)
37′
The German flank shifted, Lahm carried the ball down the wing, before smashing it towards Robben.
The pass seemed to scream at him to touch it down the flank on the turn, doing so allowed him to skip past Xavi who was haunting his previous position.
Arjen Robben was finally close enough for his iconic move, it's said everyone knows what he'd do, but no one could stop it.
Because he practised this move endlessly, he could confidently say he'd mastered it.
Reminiscent of that quote from Bruce lee stating 'he feared not the man who practised 10,000 kicks one time, but 1 kick 10,000 times.'
The same principle was in effect.
Just as he cut the ball inside onto his left foot, seemingly to shoot.
He noticed the Barcha players all shifting over to cut off his shot path, however in doing so they allowed space on the right side which he mercilessly exploited by threading a Revy (reverse pass) into said space.
Just as the Barcha players realised their mistake Noel Noa received the pass in the area previously vacated, used his arm to shield the ball from incoming defenders, and proceeded to launch a thunderous shot into the roof of the net leaving no room for error.
His celebration wasn't excessive as he calmly returned to his starting position as if nothing had just happened.
Simply him completing his task in the most efficient way, no more no less.
Rapheal noticed the crowd's mood dampen briefly as he quickly ignored them in favour of returning his gaze to Noa.
Expecting to see joy or any other emotion after his goal, only to be completely surprised. 'I seriously can't believe someone could look so bored after scoring a goal like that. What is he a robot?' He muttered, disbelief clear in his eyes.
Barcha 1-1 Bastard Muchen 39'
Barcha 1 – 2 Bastard Muchen (agg score)
44′
Barcha wasn't done.
Xavi and Lavinho wove forward with the sort of telepathic connection that makes defences tremble. It was not force it was poetry in motion.
One touch, another, a give-and-go that split the left side open like curtains in a storm.
Just as Lavinho shifted the ball past a player, he saw a gap to the goal, so he let the shot fly.
blocked.
Before the ball could travel any meaningful distance, Lahm's boot spat it up into the air into a random direction.
And then,
As if the heavens were smiling upon Barcha today, the ball arced towards him…
Messi.
He caressed it down by his feet, and in a single touch the ball was silenced.
Tamed.
The ball lingered, as if glued beneath his foot like a secret.
A hush fell over tens of thousands of hearts.
The Bastard München defenders tensed, breaths caught in chests, awaiting what's to come with a false bravado.
crowd phones aloft, in anticipation. For the one known for miracles to create something, anything out of nothing.
Time seemed to dilate as he began to take his first strides.
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