30th, April…
2026.
The city of Barcelona pulsed with a raw, feverish energy.
It was a rainy night in Barcelona.
Rain drizzled steadily from a bruised sky, turning the streets into slick rivers of light reflected from the flares, headlights, and electric screens. But not even the rain could douse the inferno the Barcelona faithful had prepared.
Hours before kickoff, the roads leading to the Spotify Camp Nou were clogged with a seething mass of supporters.
They wore ponchos or simply let the rain soak them to the bone, their faces painted in blood-red and deep blue, their banners held high and defiant.
Flares hissed and spat smoke into the wet air, casting an eerie glow through the mist. Thunderous drums pounded out a primal rhythm, and chants soared like war cries through the storm.
"Barca!" "Barca!" "Barca!"
"Inter, cabrones, saludad a los campeones!"
