Rise of a Football God-Chapter 418: UEFA Champions League Quarterfinal; Man City vs Barcelona [2]

FWEEEE!

The whistle cut through the stadium like a blade, and then, it started.

The war at the Etihad.

2 of the most in-form teams in the UEFA Champions League this season clashed in a highly-anticipated game, a game that promised excitement, action, and drama. A game where the star players took the stage as well as their coaches did.

Yes, tonight, it was not just a clash between the players of both teams, a lot of it was also focused on the 2 coaches.

The reason for the focus on Hansi Flick was self-explanatory. Last season, he led Barca's resurgence at the top of European football and this season, with the addition of Sam, the German coach was forging an all-time great season with the Catalan club.

As for Pep Guardiola? It was simple, the coach was Catalan.

He was born and bred in Barcelona.

Not just that, he was an FC Barcelona product. He once played for the club as a defensive midfielder having graduated from the academy; he had the Barca DNA soaked and ingrained in his bones.

Still, that was not all.

The true reason for the scrutiny and excitement is because in history, certain Barca squads are recognized among the best football squads of all time, and the all-conquering Barca squads coached by Pep Guardiola fall into this category.

Pep Guardiola is a Barca legend.

This was not just any game; it was a game of lost love, lingering love, complicated emotions, and pure Catalan football.

The game started, and Hansi Flick's Barca let loose.

The 2 clubs' philosophies under their different coaches could not have been more different, and it added to the excitement of the game.

Hansi Flick's Barca held on to the crisp passing style DNA of the club, but with a twist, the Hansi Flick twist.

Instead of just passing, passing till you score, Hansi Flick's Barca is high octane. It utilizes lots of precise passing, yes. But it also utilizes electric wingers in Raphinha and Lamine Yamal, adding a direct element to Barca's style of play.

And most importantly, he played a very highline, a system that most clubs across Europe were yet to fully grasp even in the coach's 2nd season in charge.

As for Pep Guardiola?

He was Barca through and through.

Even with Manchester City, he stayed true to his Catalan heritage, drilling a Man City team that excelled in patiently passing their opponent to death.

This game was as much a clash of footballing philosophies as it was a clash of players; which philosophy would win?

BOOM!

The Etihad was loud.

The Manchester City fans created an atmosphere of noise that buoyed their team on like a mantle of power, infusing them with relentless energy and for the first few minutes of the game, they dominated.

Barca was forced to defend.

Bam! Bam!

Crisp, short passes tore the Barca formation open again and again.

In the middle of the park, the midfield quadruple of Rodri, Phil Foden, Ikay Gundogan, and Kevin De Bruyne dominated the game, overwhelming Barca's midfield for a time as they passed circles around their opponents.

And whenever the ball got to Kevin, the Belgian maestro, the Barca defense shuddered in trepidation with lingering fear of the Belgian's passing ability.

Kevin De Bruyne already released 2 of those killer passes that cut the Barca defense open, his teammates just failing to capitate on the chances that he reacted.

Also, the Barca defense was playing at an elite level.

Not just Barca, Man City's defense was a rock this game.

Even with the fearsome attacking trio of Sam, Lamine Yamal, and Raphinha, Man City's drilled defense this season held their own against the onslaught of highly talented forwards.

It was an exciting game of end-to-end football.

Barcelona was more on the backfoot, but more often than not, it was even and there were exciting matchups all over the pitch.

Phil Foden vs Pedri in the middle of the park.

Erling Haaland and Omar Marmoush vs Inigo Martinez and Pau Cubarsi.

Kevin de Bruyne vs the whole Barca defense.

Lamine Yamal vs Josko Gvardiol.

Raphinha vs Manuel Ajanji.

Rodri vs every Barca player that tried to run through his side of the pitch with the ball. This game, the towering Spaniard was perfect in his tackling and interception. He limited the ball being fed to Barca's lethal striker.

The game was tough, end to end, and extremely exciting, but then just a few minutes after 10 minutes, a player struck…

…SAM!

Sam struck first.

For the first 10 minutes of this game, he was starved of chances as the towering Ruben Dias shadowed him, monitoring his every move.

For the first 10 minutes of this game, Sam had just 2 touches of the ball, 2 touches! That was how hopeless his situation was this game.

But then, the single instance when he finally abandoned his spot as the mine striker, dropping deep, that was when everything changed.

Ruben Dias knew that Sam won't stay in one place all game, his fellow defenders knew. Afterall, even their coach already discussed that point for them.

They've watched countless games and seen how Sam do it, but still, when the time came, reality was vastly different from a highlight reel.

Bam!

Pedri played a long ground pass towards Sam.

Ruben Dias quickly closed him down, slightly pushing against his back but resting his body backward on the defender, Sam managed to absolve the pressure, holding his ground as the ball rolled towards him.

With his back towards goal and Ruben Dias, one moment, it seemed as if he was about to trap the ball and then in the last second, he inclined his leg, flicking the ball with his heel instead to the right.

Whoosh!

The ball rose high into the air to the right, Ruben Dias quickly following it with his eyes but before the defender could react, the more agile Sam already did.

Spinning in one place, Sam evaded Ruben Dias' press.

He chased the ball, then…

Bam!

He hit the ball with his chest, pushing it further forward into the Man City 18-yard box.

John Stones quickly reacted, closing him down.

After hitting the ball with his chest, Sam controlled it some more with his lap, keeping his eyes on John Stones. And then… what he waited for came.

Ruben Dias rapidly recovered, closing the distance.

Hearing the sound of boots hitting the ground, Sam's eyes gleamed, and then…

Tap!

A delicate tap of the ball, so delicate it almost didn't make a sound.

With that silky touch of the ball, flicking his leg at the last moment, the ball moved backwards slightly and to the right since Sam was now facing the goal.

The ball flew through the air, and Ruben Dias flew past it with speed.

The Portuguese defender realized his mistake too late.

John Stones who didn't have to fight against the force of inertia reacted faster, charging forward and jumping, blocking with his leg and body. But it was too late.

Immediately after flicking the ball, Sam turned after it and then…

BAM!

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A volleyed shot with his right foot, so powerful it sounded like a gunshot.

It's speed? It was that of a missile.

Ederson was rooted to one spot.

The net shook…

"GOALLLLLLLL…!!!"

Etihad roared to life.