"The EFL Cup! The Premier League! The FA Cup! And now, the Europa League!" Martin Tyler's voice echoed through the broadcast feed, thick with emotion.
"Aston Villa have completed an impossible quadruple!"
"A team that was fighting in the Championship just twelve months ago has conquered Europe!" Gary Neville added. "We have witnessed the birth of a dynasty, Martin."
"A dynasty that, sadly, will lose its king tomorrow," Tyler noted somberly. "Theodore Bjorn, the architect of this miracle, is bound for the Bernabéu. But what a parting gift he has delivered tonight. He leaves them as Kings of Europe."
The moment the referee blew the final whistle, the entire Aston Villa bench sprinted onto the pitch.
Jack Grealish didn't even stop running.
He launched himself through the air, piggybacking onto Theodore, screaming in pure, unadulterated joy.
The claret and blue half of the RheinEnergieStadion was shaking.
The fans linked arms, belting out "Hi Ho Aston Villa" with tears streaming down their faces.
It was the first Europa league trophy in the club's history!
On Twitter, the global football community reacted to the historic quadruple.
@EPL_Scout: "The greatest single season from a teenager in football history. Completed."
@VillaFanTV: "I am weeping. I have no voice left! Thank you, Theodore. You are immortallize!"
@Madridista_X: "Bring him to Madrid already will ya!"
But beneath the euphoria, a heavy, bittersweet melancholy hung over the Villa faithful.
They knew they were watching their superstar for the last time.
As the celebrations died down, the chants of "THEO! THEO! THEO!" began to ring out, a desperate, final serenade.
Theodore gently detached himself from his celebrating teammates.
He jogged over to the Inter Milan bench, shaking hands with a devastated Antonio Conte and the technical staff.
He found Lautaro Martínez sitting on the turf, staring blankly ahead.
Theodore offered a hand, pulling the Argentine striker to his feet, and they swapped jerseys in a quiet moment of mutual respect.
A massive podium was rapidly assembled in the center circle.
The Inter Milan players went up first to receive their runners-up medals.
The Aston Villa squad, showing immaculate class, formed a guard of honor, applauding the Italians as they walked past.
"And now, the moment Aston Villa fans have dreamed of," Tyler announced.
The Aston Villa squad bounded up the steps.
They were used to this by now—this was their fourth trophy lift of the season—but the smiles were wider than ever.
Theodore hung back, intending to let Jack Grealish, the club captain, lift the cup.
But as Grealish received his medal, he bypassed the trophy entirely.
He walked straight up to Theodore.
"Theo, you're lifting this," Grealish said firmly, his eyes shining. "Don't even try to argue. You carried us here. You saved us. This is yours."
The rest of the squad instantly agreed, pounding Theodore on the back and pushing him toward the pedestal.
Theodore smiled, deeply touched by the gesture.
He stepped forward.
The UEFA President handed him the massive, silver trophy.
Theodore grabbed it by the handles, hoisted it high above his head, and roared.
Confetti rained from the rafters. Golden sparks erupted from the podium.
The stadium exploded in sound.
After the official photos, the team carried the trophy over to the Villa ultras.
Theodore took out his phone and snapped a selfie with the massive cup, the delirious claret and blue sea serving as the perfect backdrop.
He posted it instantly on his social media.
...
In the post-match press conference, Antonio Conte was gracious in defeat.
"We lost to a phenomenal team," the Italian manager admitted. "They are the strongest side in Europe right now. We played well, we had the lead, but Theodore Bjorn... he is from another planet entirely, he dismantled us. He is going to break the dominance of Messi and Ronaldo! The 'Bjorn Era' starts today."
Dean Smith followed Conte to the podium.
Naturally, the press ignored the historic quadruple and peppered him with questions about Real Madrid.
Smith handled it gracefully. "I cannot speak on transfer matters. But I will say this: Theodore is a generational talent. Coaching him this season has been the privilege of my life."
...
Back in the dressing room, the champagne was flowing.
Jack Grealish was currently attempting to breakdance on the massage table.
Theodore sat by his locker, wiping sweat from his face, checking his phone.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for helping Aston Villa win the Europa League!]
[Task completed. Reward: Gennaro Gattuso Peak Tackling & Interception Card!]
"Two attributes at once?" Theodore thought, surprised.
He opened his mental interface to check his stats.
[Tackling: 75 → 97]
[Interception: 65 → 92]
Theodore grinned.
Gennaro Gattuso. "The Rhino." The most terrifying, relentless midfield destroyer in AC Milan and Italian history.
With that card, Theodore wasn't just an elite playmaker anymore; he was a defensive nightmare.
His overall rating had climbed to an elite 93.
As he reviewed his stats, Dean Smith and Sporting Director Jesús García Pitarch walked into the dressing room.
The music was killed.
"Lads. You have made history tonight," Pitarch began, his voice echoing in the sudden silence. "The first European trophy for this club, and an impossible quadruple. The board is incredibly proud."
Pitarch cleared his throat. The mood shifted.
"As you all know, Theodore will be leaving us for Real Madrid."
Every eye in the room locked onto the teenager.
"Thank you, Theo," Pitarch said softly. "You will forever be a legend here."
Pitarch gestured for him to speak.
Theodore stood up.
He looked around the room at the men who had become his brothers over the past twelve months.
"Thank you to the club, the gaffer, and all of you," Theodore said, keeping his voice steady and devoid of sadness.
Tonight was for celebrating.
"We did the impossible together. I'm leaving, but I'll be watching. Keep winning!"
The dressing room erupted in a massive, deafening round of applause.
...
Late that night, back in his Birmingham villa, Theodore checked an email from Jonathan.
It contained the final, staggering details of his Real Madrid contract.
Salary: €100 million per year.
Signing Bonus: €20 million.
Contract Length: 5 Years.
Release Clause: €1 Billion.
Image Rights: 90% retained by Theodore, 10% to Real Madrid.
The image rights detail was staggering.
Real Madrid notoriously demanded 50% of image rights from their Galácticos.
Conceding 90% proved just how desperate Florentino Pérez was to secure him.
Theodore forwarded the email to Jonathan with a single word reply: Approved.
The next morning, Theodore Bjorn boarded a private jet bound for Madrid.
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Was a 100 million salary a bit too much? he is already almost at the level of messi peak salary at 18 hmm