The tension in the stadium was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Every heartbeat seemed to echo louder than the last as Atlético supporters watched in horror, their eyes glued to Vinicius Jr., who surged forward with electrifying intent.
On the pitch, the Atlético players were scrambling in a flurry of movement, retreating in a desperate bid to regroup their defenses. Their panic was evident, like soldiers bracing against an impending storm.
From the backline, Jan Oblak was bellowing orders, his voice cutting through the cacophony as he directed his backline with ferocity.
In stark contrast, the Real Madrid supporters were on the edge of their seats, their faces radiant with ecstasy. Cheers erupted sporadically as their talisman danced past challenges with an ethereal grace that couldn't be comprehended with the naked eye.
