The Champions League anthem faded, its majestic notes still echoing in the vast expanse of the Santiago Bernabéu. Leon stood on the hallowed green pitch, the blinding floodlights making the white jerseys of Real Madrid shimmer like ghosts.
The referee blew his whistle, and the match began.
From the very first minute, Real Madrid imposed an astonishing pace.
It was unlike anything Leon had ever experienced.
The ball moved with a dizzying speed, a white blur zipping between players.
Luka Modrić (Current: 89), despite his age, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, his passes cutting through Inter's lines with surgical precision.
Leon's 'Vision' (95), his unique gift, was immediately overwhelmed.
It wasn't that it stopped working; it was that the sheer volume of data, the speed at which the shimmering icons appeared and disappeared, was too much to process.
