It was already a week since the 2026 FIFA World Cup.

A week since the football world trembled.

A week since Sam almost singlehandedly sank a nation at an epic FIFA World Cup final clash.

A week later, the football world still trembled.

Samuel Moses, the 20 year old Nigerian phenomenon, had carried his nation to an unprecedented World Cup final, scoring a hat trick in the ultimate battle and earning both the Golden Boot and Golden Ball awards. 

Though it ended in heartbreak, Sam’s name was etched into eternity as the greatest African player the world had ever seen… at just 20.

But this was no overnight miracle.

From the dusty streets of Abraka, Nigeria, where barefoot dreams chased deflated balls, to dazzling crowds at Enyimba FC, to shocking England, going on a generational run with Fulham FC. All of it was documented in history.

Then came FC Barcelona… where he became a legend in just his debut season. Alongside these club triumphs were his exploits for country.

Yet… this is just the beginning.

This is the sequel to Rise of a Football God.

It follows Sam as he returns home for the first time since becoming a global icon, wrestling with fame, destiny, and the colossal pressure of being called “the savior of African football”.

With every match, every record shattered, every rival silenced, he forges a path toward the pantheon of immortals.

But greatness demands sacrifice. 

Legends are not born, they are forged in fire. And for Samuel Moses, the journey to becoming the Football God had only just begun. 

[“It’s time to forge a legacy.”]

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[NOTE: For those that are curious, yes, the system still plays a role in his development, but it’s no longer as prominent as when it helped him build his foundation. Now, Sam is already established, so expect less system interaction.]

The first leg of Barcelona's war was over, and they came out victorious.


But Spanish fans didn't switch their focus yet, this was because just like for every other tournament this season, they knew that right behind Barcelona, another Spanish giant club was about to flex their muscles.


And they were right, right behind Barcelona was Real Madrid's semifinal draw against Sevilla.


On paper, compared to Barcelona's draw, Real Madrid had the advantage against a weaker side in Sevilla but sometimes, football doesn't follow scripts and data written on paper.


Football was unpredictable, even more so in cup competitions where a single moment of individual brilliance could mean the difference between victory or defeat between two teams.


A team may be superior, but sometimes, all it takes for them to lose is for just one man in the opposition team to hit the state of flow, and everything scatters.


Chapter 119 - Real Madrid's war; the nerves of the Pizjuan