(Live Commentary – Lens vs Toulouse, Ligue 1 — Year 2225)
Stadium: Stade Bollaert-Delelis
Score: 2–1 | Second Half
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Walker: "And we're back, folks. The first half ended really badly for Toulouse, way too many mistakes on their backline, and Lens took full advantage of it."
Ron: "Yeah, Walker. I mean… they looked shaky out there. Their possession wasn't that bad, but the decisions they made in the final third? Nowhere close to being good enough."
Walker: "That's true. But Toulouse still has time to turn this around. It's the start of the second half now, and we've just seen a substitution on the sideline."
The camera moves to show the bench.
A young player jogs along the touchline. His jersey is already sweaty under the lights. His number shows up briefly — #20 — MÉNDEZ.
Camilo took a breath in, his heart calming down as the assistant's board went up in the air.
(SUBSTITUTION – Toulouse)
OUT: Amedee (#10)
IN: Mendez (#20)
"Here we go again."
He jogged onto the pitch, every step matching the loud roaring hum of the fans. The cold air hit his lungs. The field smelled like grass, sweat, and pure adrenaline.
The system display blinked faintly at the edge, a soft, blue glow that only he could see.
[SYSTEM ACTIVE]
[Objective: Influence the game.]
[Performance metrics: Unlocked.]
He flexed his fingers, feeling that strange rush again, the way time seemed to move slower when he really focused.
"Let's do this."
Walker: "And it's Mendez coming in to replace Amedee. The young Brazilian kid hasn't had much playing time on the pitch this season, but this could be his chance to really shine."
Ron: "After that bad injury during his debut three weeks ago, we all thought that'd be the last we'd see of him this season. But he's back now, and he looks ready to prove what he can do."
Walker: "You're right, Ron. Toulouse are losing by one goal right now, and with fresh legs like Mendez's on the field, this could be exactly what they need. The whistle's about to blow, let's see what the kid's got in him."
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62nd Minute
Toulouse passed the ball around the midfield — Silva to Marek, then back to Silva. The rhythm was slow and careful. Lens pressed hard, closing down the passing lanes.
Mendez dropped back deeper, calling for the ball. "Silva! Over here!"
The right-midfielder flicked it toward him. A Lens midfielder rushed in, but he was too slow.
Camilo turned sharply, the ball stuck to his boot like glue. One touch, two touches then he exploded forward, slicing straight through the middle of the field.
[Dribble Success +5 XP]
[Momentum Building]
Walker: "There's Mendez! Look at that ball control, straight through the center!"
Ron: "He's got no fear, Walker! That's exactly what Toulouse's attack has been missing all game!"
Camilo slipped the ball forward to Mario up front and kept running, cutting inside behind Elias, Lens's tall and strong center-back.
Mario held the ball up, pulling a defender toward him. The return pass came low and fast but timed perfectly.
Camilo met it with one quick touch. The ball flew past the far post by just inches.
The crowd let out a loud gasp.
Walker: "Ohhh, so close! Mendez almost made an instant impact right there!"
Ron: "You can see exactly what he was trying to do, low shot, aiming for the far corner. If that's on target, we'd be looking at 2–2 right now."
Camilo let out a breath, rubbing his temple. The system's text flickered again in front of him.
[Attempt on Goal Registered]
[Precision improving… 12%.]
He gave a small smirk. "Better than nothing I guess."
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70th Minute
Lens tried to slow the game down. Their midfield passed the ball around safely, making the crowd's chanting get louder. Toulouse chased after them, until Camilo stepped in and intercepted a lazy backpass.
He stole it cleanly, spun around, and pushed forward fast. Elias came to meet him again, but Camilo didn't slow down at all.
A fake to the left. A push to the right. Then a quick step-over and a drop of his body. Elias went for it way too early and Camilo glided right past him, leaving the defender standing there looking lost.
[Skill Move Success +10 XP]
[Opponent: Elias – Status: Humiliated]
Walker: "He's beaten him again! Mendez just completely skinned Elias!"
Ron: "That's twice now in this game! This kid's got ice running through his veins, just look at that confidence!"
Camilo cut inside the penalty box, passed it square to Torres — one touch from Torres, one strike.
Goal.
Walker: "Goal!!! Toulouse equalize! It's 2–2 now!"
Ron: "What a perfect setup from Mendez! Perfect vision, perfect pass!"
Camilo didn't celebrate wildly like the others. He just pointed at Torres and jogged back toward his position, the corner of his mouth pulling into a small grin.
"One more to go."
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82nd Minute
The game was wide open now. Back and forth. Lens tried to score again, but Hugo — Toulouse's goalkeeper — made an amazing double save. The rebound ball was cleared away.
Camilo ran back to help defend, covering open spaces, shouting out directions to his teammates. His lungs were burning, but his mind felt totally calm.
Every pass, every open space, every movement, it was like the pitch had slowed down just for him.
[Stamina – Stable]
[Focus – 95%]
[Assist bonus chain active.]
A long pass came from Marek. Camilo trapped it in mid-air with the outside of his boot, spun his body, and took off upfield.
Elias came at him again, looking determined this time. Camilo lifted the ball up slightly and flicked it over his outstretched boot.
He got past Elias and ran fast down the left side of the field, the crowd roaring louder with each step he took.
Walker: "He's unstoppable tonight! Mendez is dancing all over that field out there!"
Ron: "Lens can't even touch him! He's carving them apart like he's been playing this game his whole life!"
Camilo reached the penalty box. Mario was open and free again. Another low cross, sharp and quick. Mario met it with one touch — bottom corner of the net.
GOAL.
Walker: "And there it is!!! Toulouse take the lead! 3–2!"
Ron: "Would you believe it, Walker?! They were down and finished at halftime, and now they're winning, all thanks to that young man right there!"
The Toulouse bench jumped off their seats completely. Players threw their arms up in the air, sprinting toward the corner flag where Mario had already dropped to his knees, shouting up at the sky.
Silva got there first, jumping onto his back. Marek followed right after, yelling something in Polish that no one understood but everyone could feel the emotion.
Then, slowly, everyone's attention shifted. Mario pointed back toward the edge of the box, toward Mendez.
The young Brazilian just stood there, breathing, his eyes wide like he couldn't believe what had happened.
Mario smiled big, waving him over. "Come here, kid!"
Camilo jogged forward, smiling and before he even knew he was doing it, the rest of the team rushed over and surrounded him, slapping his back, messing up his hair.
"You saw that pass?" Silva laughed, pushing his shoulder. "Man, that was filthy!"
Camilo could only laugh, his heart racing, still halfway in disbelief. The roar of the away fans filled the air, echoing through the Lens stadium like thunder.
Somewhere in all the noise, the faint blue display flickered briefly at the corner of his vision.
[Assist: +1]
[Skill Progress: +0.07% — Vision]
Camilo smiled to himself.
For the first time in a really long while, he wasn't afraid of what came next.
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90' + 6'.
Walker: "We're into the final minutes now, Toulouse holding on really tight after that incredible comeback!"
Ron: "Lens are pushing hard, Walker. You can feel how desperate they are, every man is pushing forward, even their full-backs!"
Walker: "Yeah, but Toulouse have gotten tighter at the back. They've dropped deep, keeping a compact shape. Marek's tracking back really well, Silva's covering the wings, and Mendez... oh, look at that interception!"
Ron: "He's everywhere on that field! Breaking up their play, slowing down the tempo, wasting just enough time. That's smart football from the youngster."
Walker: "Lens trying again, Elias plays it long! But Hugo's there! Easy catch for the keeper, no problem at all."
Ron: "That might just be their last real chance, Walker. Toulouse are reading every single move now. Lens can't even get a clean shot off anymore!"
Walker: "You're absolutely right, Ron, Toulouse have completely shut the door on them. Lens look out of ideas, out of time, and..."
The referee's whistle blows.
Walker: "...and there it is! Full time!"
The Toulouse bench jumped up and rushed onto the pitch. Players were shouting, laughing, grabbing Mendez in a half-hug, half-tackle.
He stood still for a second as the noise around seemed to fade.
Only the quiet hum of the system stayed.
[Match Complete]
[Performance Summary: 2 Assists | 1 Pre-Assist | 5 Key Dribbles]
[Rating: 8.9 — Man of the Match]
[Reward Unlocked: "Visionary Playmaker (Tier 1)"]
Camilo's chest moved up and down as he breathed.
He looked up at the stadium lights, the bright blinding, golden lights, and for just a split second, he remembered that other stadium. The shadowy figures. The legends standing there. He could almost feel it, like the GOATs were watching from somewhere beyond this world.
Maybe this was what they meant all along.
Walker: "Exactly, Ron. Especially the young Brazilian, two assists tonight to grab his first ever Man of the Match award. He must be having the day of his life right now."
Ron: "I'd say it's the start of something big. Let's see if he can keep playing like this."
Walker: "We'll definitely be watching. But for now, the game ends here at the Stade Bollaert-Delelis — Lens 2, Toulouse 3."
Camilo walked toward the tunnel, his boots covered in mud, his heart feeling light.
The glow of the system flickered faintly in the corner of his vision, then got bigger for a moment.
[New Objective: Maintain Form for Next Match]
He stopped walking, staring at it, then let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.
"I guess there's no rest for someone trying to be the GOAT," he said under his breath.
The screen faded away, and he smiled a little as the locker room door closed behind him.
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To be continued...