Striker of The Gods

he gets out and meets someone in the hall.

“Você é o melhor jogador, menino,” Figo said, his Portuguese accent rich with pride, his eyes twinkling. “You’ve got that fire, Caos. Keep burning, and they’ll never forget you.” The words were more than praise; they were a passing of the torch, a nod to the legacy Caos was building at Real Madrid.

Caos’s lips curved into a half-smile, his Birmingham grit meeting Figo’s warmth. “Coming from you, that means something,” he replied, his voice low but steady. “They still throw pig heads at you in Barcelona, don’t they?”

Figo laughed, a deep, rolling sound. “Let ‘em throw. You’ll learn, menino—hate means you’re winning.” He clapped Caos on the shoulder, then vanished into the crowd, leaving a spark of camaraderie in his wake.

As Caos moved through the theater’s grand hallway, its marble floors gleaming under soft sconces, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows. Luis Figo, the Portuguese legend whose defection from Barcelona to Real Madrid had once set the football world ablaze, approached with a grin that held both warmth and mischief. The air shifted, charged with the weight of shared history—Figo, like Caos, knew the cost of crossing the divide between rival clubs.

He makes his way back to his place and enter his mansion. The silence and emptiness welcomes him back home as you walk through the door and the maids greet him.

The maids give him a warm smile as he walks in and one of them walks up to you

 ”Welcome home sir. How was your meeting?” says the maid.

It went smoothly

The maid nods and gives you a smile

”That’s good to hear. Is there anything we can get for you before you retire for the night?” says Michela, in a tender maid suit with blue roses, going back to doing chores.

Not at all. I gotta hit the sack.

The maid nods and smiles

”Alright sir, let us know if you need anything. Have a good night sleep.” Says the Michela along with one of her Keyla, in her maid outfit with a miniskirt that could reach her long red hair.

He sleeps and then I get up to go to the Benabeu to meet my team with Mbappe.

To be continued…