The match was brutal.
Tackles, pushes, shoves —the tension hung thick in the air.
But Mateo?
Mateo was cold as ice.
Focused.
Deadly.
17th Minute
Germany built patiently from the back.Short passes.Triangle movements.Drawing Argentina's furious press higher and higher up the field.
And then, Ritter found Mateo with a sharp diagonal pass near midfield.
The moment he touched the ball,three Argentinians sprinted toward him.
But he didn't panic.
One touch.Turn.Release — a perfect give-and-go with Jonas.
Mateo sprinted down the right wing,the ball returning to his feet in stride.
The crowd rose as one — sensing the danger.
A defender lunged at him near the sideline.
Mateo smiled.
With a flick of his ankle,he pulled off a perfect Elástico —the ball snapped right, then left —and he slipped past the defender like a ghost.
Gasps echoed through the stadium.
Another defender charged.
Mateo didn't slow down.
As he approached, he nutmegged him clean —a ruthless, humiliating caño.
The German bench exploded in cheers.The Argentine crowd howled in fury.
Now inside the box,Mateo didn't hesitate.
He adjusted his body slightly —and with his Precision Long Shot ability activated,he hammered a curling shot toward the far post.
The goalkeeper stretched desperately —but the ball sailed just beyond his fingertips,nestling into the top corner.
GOOOOOOOOAL!!!!
The stadium erupted.
German fans screamed.
Even neutral Chilean fans stood up and applauded.
On the German bench, players roared Mateo's name.Kompany and the assistants hugged each other.
Commentators shouted into microphones:
"¡GONZÁLEZ!¡GENIO!¡MAGIA PURA!"
Inside the System:
[Goal Scored.][Emotional Anchor Activated — Mental Stability +10%][Quest Progress: Legendary Moments Against Former Nation — 25%]
Mateo sprinted toward the corner flag,pointing to the German badge on his chest.
Not to taunt.But to declare:
This is who I am now.
Argentine Fury
Back in Argentina's half, the storm was brewing.
Nico Rivas, red-faced with rage,gathered two other players close.
They spoke in low, sharp voices.
Glances were thrown toward Mateo.
And then —
Cruel smiles.
Malicious nods.
They had a plan.
Not to win.
Not to fight fair.
But to destroy.
Mateo didn't notice yet.
He was busy celebrating with his team,drowning in a wave of happiness.
But something dark slithered on the other side of the field.
Waiting.
Watching.
Planning.