13th minute.Spain controlled possession with surgical precision.One-touch passes. Rotations. Angles. Movement.
Germany chased, waited, absorbed.
But then…
The moment came.
Yamal Strikes
It started on the left flank.
Cebrián to Martínez.Martínez to Yamal—in a tight pocket, under pressure.
Mateo moved to close him down.
But Yamal didn't panic.He glided.
First touch away from pressure.Second touch between two defenders.A sudden acceleration.
"Damn, he's fast."
Yamal surged into the box.Germany's right back closed in—too late.
The Spaniard cut inside and curled the ball low with his left.
The German keeper dove—
But the ball kissed the far post and bounced in.
GOAL – SPAIN 1, GERMANY 0Lamine Yamal (15')
The Spanish bench erupted.Fans screamed.Red flares flashed behind the goal.
Yamal ran to the corner flag and pointed to the sky,calm and focused, like he'd done it a thousand times.
But his eyes?They flicked directly toward Mateo.
Not mockery.Not arrogance.
Challenge.
"Your move."
Germany Regroups
Coach Schuster shouted orders from the sideline."Calm heads! Reset! Let's go!"
Mateo nodded at Jonas.At Ritter.
They formed a quick circle.No panic. No yelling.
Mateo spoke only four words:
"We answer with football."
Inside the System
[Germany Down 0–1]["Champion's Instinct" Ready]
System Suggestion: Use Flank Overload StrategyPlayer Focus: Lamine Yamal (Confidence Boost Active)
Mateo breathed in deeply.
"So this is what a final feels like."
Pain.Urgency.Fire.
But also…
Clarity.
Mateo's Mind
"He's good.""Better than ever.""But I didn't come here to admire him."
"I came here to face him."
The referee blew the whistle again.Germany restarted play.The final was no longer even.