What followed belonged entirely to Theodore Bjorn.
His lightning speed was unleashed in full.
Whoosh!
In only a few seconds, Theodore had charged all the way to the edge of Barcelona's penalty area.
On the touchline, Koeman immediately roared, "Foul him! What are you waiting for? Foul him!"
The Barcelona head coach knew exactly how terrifying Theodore could be once he broke into stride. He did not ask his players to win the ball cleanly.
He did not ask them to stand him up or delay him.
He told them to foul him!
Because at that moment, Koeman understood one thing very clearly.
Only a foul could stop Theodore's breakthrough now.
At the edge of the penalty area, Araújo stepped across and used his body to knock Theodore down.
"Beep!"
The referee blew his whistle immediately.
Then he reached into his pocket and showed the young Barcelona center-back a yellow card.
But that decision instantly infuriated the Madrid fans inside the Bernabéu.
📱 @MadridistaHQ ✔
Only a yellow? Theodore was about to enter the box. That is ridiculous.
| ↳ 📱 @BlancoPulse
| Reply: Araújo knew exactly what he was doing. If Theodore gets through there, it's a goal.
📱 @BernabeuVoice ✔
And what about Frenkie's tackle before that? He went straight for Theodore's ankle and got nothing.
| ↳ 📱 @LaLigaWatch
| Reply: Barcelona are completely losing control. They can't defend him, so now they're just kicking him.
📱 @MadridModeOn ✔
VAR? Red card? Anything? Or are we pretending Barça didn't just survive two obvious bookings in ten seconds?
Although the Madrid fans were furious, the referee did not change his decision.
Araújo stayed on the pitch.
Frenkie de Jong was not booked for the earlier challenge either.
But that no longer mattered.
Because Real Madrid had once again been given an excellent scoring chance.
A set piece.
A free kick right near the edge of the penalty area.
For Theodore, a master of dead-ball situations, this was almost as dangerous as a penalty.
"This is right in Theodore's range," Rob Palmer said, his voice lowering slightly as the Bernabéu began to hold its breath. "Barcelona may have stopped the run, but they've given him a free kick in a position he loves."
"That's the trade-off," Terry Gibson noted. "Araújo takes the foul because he doesn't want Theodore running into the box, but now he has to stand there and watch Theodore line up a free kick from the edge of the area. That is hardly a comfortable alternative."
Theodore stood over the ball.
The Bernabéu slowly fell into silence.
More than eighty thousand Madrid supporters fixed their eyes on him, waiting for the moment to arrive.
They knew.
The Barcelona players knew.
Ter Stegen knew.
This was Theodore's stage!
He began his slow run-up.
Then he struck the ball with his right foot.
But instead of lifting it over the wall, Theodore drove it low.
The ball skimmed along the grass, slipped beneath Barcelona's jumping wall, and flew straight toward goal.
Ter Stegen had not expected the low strike.
By the time the ball appeared in front of him, it was already too late.
Bang.
The ball flashed past his hand and entered the net.
4–1.
Real Madrid had extended their lead to three goals!
"Theodore scores! Under the wall and into the net!" Rob shouted. "The Bernabéu is shaking, and Real Madrid can almost touch the title now!"
"That is clever, cold, and perfectly executed," Terry said. "Everyone expects power over the wall, but Theodore reads the jump and goes underneath. Ter Stegen sees it late, and by then, he's beaten."
"Real Madrid four, Barcelona one," Rob continued. "And surely now, this is the night Madrid become champions."
The Bernabéu exploded.
"Theodore!"
"Theodore!"
"Theodore!"
More than eighty thousand Madrid fans rose together, shouting his name with overwhelming emotion.
As for Theodore, he remained calm after scoring.
He stood in place, slowly spread his arms, and listened to the storm of noise crashing down from the stands.
At that moment, he was the king of the Bernabéu.
That goal had basically ended all suspense in this title-deciding match.
On the Madrid bench, Zidane finally lost control of his emotions. He even imitated Klopp's famous style, pumping his fists wildly toward the pitch.
A 4–1 scoreline was more than enough.
More than enough to beat Barcelona.
More than enough to claim the title.
After Theodore's low free kick pierced Ter Stegen's goal, Koeman walked straight back to the bench and sat down helplessly.
"Fuck."
After throwing out the curse, Koeman slowly closed his eyes.
The Barcelona head coach had completely lost confidence.
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📱 @MadridistaHQ ✔
THEODORE FREE KICK. 4–1. We are winning La Liga by stepping over Barcelona. This is perfect.
| ↳ 📱 @BlancoPulse
| Reply: Under the wall too. He's not just powerful, he's evil.
📱 @BarcaUniversal ✔
This is humiliation. There's no other word for it.
| ↳ 📱 @CulerHeart
| Reply: Losing the title is bad. Watching Madrid win it against us at the Bernabéu is unbearable.
📱 @LaLigaCentral ✔
Real Madrid are minutes away from winning La Liga eight rounds early. Theodore Bjorn has turned El Clásico into a coronation ceremony.
...
After the restart, Barcelona still had plenty of time.
But their players had lost their fighting spirit, just like their manager.
They did not dare attack Madrid's goal with any real conviction. Instead, they passed the ball meaninglessly around the back, moving it from side to side without purpose, without courage, and without belief.
Even Messi, Barcelona's attacking core, stopped pushing forward.
For most of the remaining match, he lowered his head and drifted around in Madrid's half, barely touching the rhythm of the game.
It was as if the result had already detached itself from him.
Messi's attitude immediately sparked dissatisfaction among Barcelona fans.
In the away section, thousands of Barça supporters wearing red and blue began shouting toward the pitch.
📱 @CulerHeart ✔
Leo, run. Please. We're losing El Clásico and Madrid are about to win the league in front of us.
| ↳ 📱 @BarcaPain
| Reply: He looks completely gone mentally. This is painful.
📱 @BarcaUniversal ✔
Messi has to get involved. Drop deep, demand the ball, do something. Walking around right now is not enough.
| ↳ 📱 @CatalanVoice
| Reply: The whole team looks broken, not just Messi. Madrid have destroyed their confidence.
📱 @BlaugranaTalk ✔
This is the worst possible way to lose a title race. No fight, no pride, no response.
The final twenty-plus minutes became a cruel torment for Barcelona's players.
They could not see even the slightest hope of scoring.
For the eleven Barcelona players on the pitch, the only thing left to do was wait for the match to end.
It was a slow death.
The Bernabéu, meanwhile, was already preparing for a celebration.
Every pass from Madrid was cheered.
Every touch from Theodore brought another wave of noise.
Every Barcelona mistake drew whistles, laughter, and applause from the home crowd.
The clock moved slowly toward history.
"Beep!"
"Beep!"
"Beeep!"
In the 93rd minute, after three minutes of stoppage time had ended, the referee blew the final whistle.
This El Clásico in the 30th round of La Liga was officially over.
Real Madrid 4.
Barcelona 1.
At home, Real Madrid had defeated their greatest rivals and won the league in the most ruthless way possible.
By stepping over Barcelona.
After this match, Madrid's points total reached ninety, while second-placed Barcelona remained on sixty-five.
The gap between the two teams had grown to twenty-five points.
With only eight rounds left in the league, Barcelona had already lost every mathematical chance of catching them.
Even if Madrid lost all eight of their remaining matches and Barcelona won all of theirs, Barça could only gain twenty-four points.
So after this match ended, Real Madrid had officially won La Liga eight rounds early.
The moment the final whistle sounded, brilliant fireworks exploded above the Bernabéu.
Every Real Madrid player rushed toward Theodore.
Ramos was the wildest of them all. He charged over, tripped Theodore to the ground, and threw himself on top of him. A second later, the rest of the Madrid players piled in, turning the celebration into a laughing, shouting human pyramid.
In the stands, Madrid fans pulled off their shirts, raised their arms, hugged strangers, and screamed until their voices cracked.
Some die-hard supporters even jumped down from the stands and rushed onto the pitch, desperate to celebrate the title with the players.
Security tried to stop them, but the emotion of the night had already broken loose.
This was not just a title.
This was not just another win.
This was La Liga won in April.
La Liga won eight rounds early.
La Liga won by crushing Barcelona at the Bernabéu.
📰 MARCA: Coronation at the Bernabéu! Real Madrid Win La Liga by Crushing Barcelona 4–1!
📰 AS: Eight Rounds Early! Theodore Leads Madrid to the Title by Stepping Over Barça!
📰 Madrid Sports: From Anfield Carnage to Clásico Glory — Theodore Bjorn Delivers Madrid's Early Crown!
📰 Mundo Deportivo: Nightmare at the Bernabéu! Barcelona Watch Real Madrid Celebrate the Title in El Clásico!
📰 Sport: Barça Collapse Again! Koeman's Side Humiliated as Madrid Seal La Liga Against Their Eternal Rivals!
📰 La Liga Central: Real Madrid Crowned Champions After 30 Straight League Wins — Theodore Dominates Another Historic Night!
On social media, the reaction exploded instantly.
📱 @RealMadrid ✔
La Liga champions. Eight rounds early. At the Bernabéu. Against Barcelona.
Hala Madrid! ⚪🏆
| ↳ 📱 @MadridistaHQ
| Reply: This is the greatest league campaign I've ever seen. Thirty wins from thirty. Unreal.
| ↳ 📱 @BlancoPulse
| Reply: Winning the title against Barça makes it ten times sweeter.
📱 @TheodoreBjorn_Official ✔
Incredible night with this team. Winning La Liga at the Bernabéu, in front of our fans, is something I'll never forget. We keep working. More to fight for. Hala Madrid. ⚪🏆
| ↳ 📱 @UCLMadridista
| Reply: Two assists, one goal, one title. Best player in the world.
| ↳ 📱 @VillaParkFaithful
| Reply: From Villa miracle to Madrid champion. What a journey.
📱 @BarcaUniversal ✔
Losing 4–1 at the Bernabéu and watching Madrid win La Liga in front of us. This is one of the darkest nights in recent Barça history.
| ↳ 📱 @CulerHeart
| Reply: No identity, no fight, no answer to Theodore. Painful.
Compared with the Madrid players enjoying their championship celebration, Barcelona's players lowered their heads one after another.
They slowly walked past the celebrating Madrid players and returned to the tunnel in low spirits.
Behind them, fireworks lit up the Madrid sky.
The Bernabéu sang.
And Real Madrid, unstoppable from the first round to the thirtieth, stood proudly at the top of Spain.
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