"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Ramón Sánchez-Pizjuán Stadium, where we are about to witness today's highly anticipated fixture."
"Yes, indeed! What a match we have on our hands this evening — second-place Barcelona taking on fourth-place Sevilla, who are playing on their home turf tonight."
"Both teams have been in excellent form recently. Although Barcelona had a scare in their last match, they currently boast an impressive six-game winning streak. Sevilla, on the other hand, remain unbeaten in their last seven matches, including holding both Madrid teams — Real Madrid and Atlético Madrid — to draws. With such momentum on both sides, this is shaping up to be a real doozy."
"Speaking of Madrid, both Barcelona and Sevilla have plenty to fight for today. Real Madrid drew again yesterday against Real Sociedad, who scored a dramatic last-minute equalizer to snatch a point at the end of the game."
"This means Barcelona needs to secure a win today. That way, even after Real Madrid plays their one game in hand and potentially wins it, Barcelona will still remain level on points. For Sevilla, if they can come out victorious today and then win their remaining two games in hand, we might witness a fascinating new title race. Just imagine Atlético and Sevilla competing for the league crown — that would truly be something special."
"Indeed, it's a dream scenario for many fans. And with Messi out for the next four games, Sevilla's chances suddenly look more promising — perhaps even achievable."
"But Barcelona is far from defenseless. Griezmann has been cleared to play and is back in the starting lineup. Dembélé returns to his familiar position on the right wing, and then there's the most talked-about figure right now — the hero from their last match, Mateo Pierce, whom the coach has confidently included in the starting eleven. So, how do you feel about that selection?"
"To be honest, I don't have strong feelings either way. There really weren't many options available — Coutinho is injured, Fati is out as well, so the coach had to do what he thought was best. And the kid isn't bad, we saw that in the last game."
"True, but last time he played against a fatigued relegation-threatened side. Now, he faces the team with the second-best defense in the league. Come on! And as for 'no other options' — last game, the coach played a two-man attack of Messi and Dembélé. He could have done the same today with Griezmann and Dembélé and just added an extra midfielder. After seeing those three goals, I feel the coach has perhaps gone a bit overboard, forgetting that the kid is still just 17 years old. I believe Sevilla's defense will prove too strong for him today."
"Hmm, well…The commentator paused thoughtfully for a moment before smoothly steering the conversation back on track. Whatever happens on the pitch today, one thing is certain — this match promises to be an exhilarating spectacle for every football fan watching be it Any of the two fans or rivals and commentators we are in for a treat.""
As the commentators continued their lively discussion, the stadium outside was already buzzing with energy. Thousands of fans filled the stands, their voices rising in unison as chants echoed throughout the Ramón Sánchez-Pizjuán Stadium. The air was thick with excitement and anticipation — no one could wait for another magical night watching their favorite teams battle it out on the pitch. Meanwhile, inside the away team's locker room, the atmosphere was a stark contrast: electric in its own way, but more focused and intimate. The shouts and chants from the stands faded behind closed doors, replaced by the determined voice of the coach commanding attention.
Ronald Koeman stood in front of his players, delivering a passionate and fiery speech. His voice carried conviction as he laid out the game plan, his words sharp and urgent. "We have to do this," he declared, eyes blazing with intensity. "We must attack relentlessly, press hard, and show them we want this win. No holding back. Every pass, every tackle — give it your all! This is our moment. We fight as one, for Barcelona, for our pride!" The room vibrated with energy as he ended with a roar, "Visca Barça!"
The players erupted in response, their voices joining together in a powerful chant, a unified battle cry echoing through the locker room.
"Visca Catalunya!" they shouted back.
Amid the chorus, Mateo's response was noticeably softer, less enthusiastic than the rest. Not because he wasn't hyped — far from it. This was his first official start for Barcelona, a dream come true, and of course, he was thrilled. But something had captured his attention more deeply than the moment's adrenaline: a new feature of the system he had just discovered. His focus shifted inward, as the world around him faded away.
In his mind's eye, he saw it all — his stats, perfectly arranged, flickering and glowing before him. His potential laid out clearly, like a blueprint of what he was capable of achieving.
[Host: Mateo
Attack power: 83 (91)
Possession: 80 (85)
Dribbles: 85 (90)
Speed: 90 (99)
Shots: 86 (90)
Passing: 70 (75)
Headers: 70 (75)
Explosive Power: 80 (85)
Strength: 75 (80)
Confrontation: 80 (90)
Stamina: 70 (75)
Defensive Abilities: 40 (50)
Steals: 50 (60)]
Looking over these attributes, Mateo allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. These numbers weren't just good — they belonged to players who were already above average in La Liga, some even edging toward superstardom. Particularly his speed — that one had already reached insane levels, nearing near-superhuman thresholds. Seeing that gave him hope. "Guess my physical fitness hasn't quite reached the level to fully unlock my top speed yet," he thought, knowing there was still a long road ahead in training despite the advantage the system gave him.
But even more pressing than the excitement about his speed was a creeping worry about his stamina. Sure, there were other weaknesses — his passing, headers, strength — but those felt manageable. It was his stamina that truly concerned him, a limiting factor he knew could decide the outcome on a grueling match.
He had 70 stamina, and just by seeing that number, Mateo knew the truth — there was no way he'd be able to last the full 90 minutes on the pitch. Not in a high-pressure game like this. Sprinting down the flanks, tracking back to help defend, constantly pressing opponents, making off-the-ball runs, dribbling past defenders, chasing through balls — the game demanded constant movement, explosive bursts, and mental sharpness. And with his current stamina level, by the time the second half rolled around — somewhere past the 70th minute — he could already picture himself gasping for air, legs heavy, vision blurry, completely burned out.
"I need to solve this stamina issue," he thought with a clenched jaw. "If not, I'll never last as a starter. I'll just get turned into one of those flashy super subs who come on for the last twenty minutes — and that's not the kind of player I want to be."
No coach would hand over a starting position to someone who could barely play a little over half a match. That wasn't how elite football worked. Thinking about that, Mateo shook his head, brushing away the creeping doubt.
"If I can't finish the game," he told himself, "then it's simple — I'll just have to kill the game before it reaches that point."
The fire ignited in his chest again, burning away his uncertainty. His eyes flicked back to his stats, locking in on his speed and attack power. He believed in those numbers. With that kind of explosiveness and offensive ability, he could make the difference early on. He could decide the game before his body gave out.
"Let's roll out, boys — game's starting!" came the familiar voice of Sergio Busquets, the team captain, sharp and calm as ever.
Hearing that, Mateo rose to his feet, heart thumping louder than ever. As he walked with the rest of the team out of the locker room and into the tunnel, the roar of the crowd hit him like a wave — deafening, wild, alive. It seeped into his skin, made his blood rush faster. Every footstep toward the pitch added to the buildup — the lights, the chants, the energy — it was all fueling him.
A grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he thought to himself, Maybe… maybe I can even get something today to fix my stamina.
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