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... e Santiago Bernabéu was a storm.
White flags swirled in a sea of noise, drums thudded from the upper tiers, and chants cascaded like thunderclaps. Every tackle, every touch, and every sprint carried the weight of history.
El Clásico was alive.
Madrid roared first. Right from kickoff, receiving the ball, Vinícius Jnr. darted at Jules Koundé with the hunger of a man who lived for this stage. He dropped his shoulder once, twice, and burst into the box like an assassin.
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