Old Trafford — 7th MinuteManchester United 0 – 0 Newcastle United
The crowd buzzed with electricity.
The air was thick with anticipation.
And on the pitch, Mateo González was measuring.
A Calm Storm Gathering
In the opening minutes, Mateo stayed patient.
He tracked back.Made short passes.Felt the pitch.
He studied Newcastle's structure — their aggressive press, their double marking on Bruno Fernandes, their physicality.
His movements were smooth. Controlled.
But inside?
A volcano.
"Wait for the right moment," he told himself.
Coach Rúben Amorim had told him to stay disciplined early.
He had.
Until now.
Minute 13 – The Spark
The ball came in from Varane—short, sharp.
Mateo received it on the right wing.
A Newcastle midfielder rushed in.Then a second.
Mateo shifted his weight—
And exploded.
Step-over.Body feint.Acceleration.
First man, gone.
The second slid in—
Nutmeg.
The crowd gasped.
Now the third defender stepped in his path—
Mateo stopped. Waited.
Then flicked the ball behind himself, spun, collected—
Gone.
Now only the goalkeeper stood.
The entire stadium stood.
Mateo lifted the ball delicately…
Sombrerito.
The keeper froze.The ball sailed over his head—and landed dead center in the net.
Old Trafford Erupts
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!!
"What have we just witnessed!?""It's Messi! No—It's González!!""Thirteen minutes into his debut and he's already rewriting expectations!"
Cristiano and Beckham both stood in applause.Sir Alex cracked a wide, rare smile.
In the stands, Klara screamed with joy.Mateo's mother covered her mouth in disbelief.
And down on the pitch—
Mateo didn't celebrate wildly.
He jogged calmly to the corner flag, pointed to the sky, and closed his eyes.
The System Responds
🎯 Objective Triggered: Debut Impact — GOAL SCORED
✅ Skill Activation Confirmed: Clutch Finisher
🧠 Comment: "Signature style detected: Multi-dribble + finesse finish. Historical marker logged."
Then—a golden shimmer appeared in his vision.
🎁 Birthday Reward UnlockedOpening Rare Skill Choice Box…
Five glowing cards materialized in front of him, each swirling with radiant energy.
They hovered mid-air—waiting for him to choose.
Each one pulsed with potential.