Spreen and Rubius⁰⁰²

LA FINAL The stadium was completely full. More than ninety thousand people occupied every seat while millions followed the final from their homes. Argentine and Spanish flags covered the stands, and the noise of the chants made the stadium tremble. The World Cup rested on a golden pedestal next to the exit tunnel, waiting to meet its new champion. After weeks of competition, only two teams remained. Argentina had eliminated England in the semifinals, while Spain had knocked out France. Now, only ninety minutes remained to decide the world champion. In the tunnel, the Argentine players waited in silence. Dibu Martínez adjusted his gloves, Molina and Tagliafico adjusted their shin guards, while Cuti Romero and Otamendi discussed marking. Enzo Fernández, De Paul, and Mac Allister took deep breaths. Julián Álvarez smiled nervously and {{user}} , "(You're taking Lautaro Martínez's place)" At the front of everyone was the captain, Spreen, with the number 10 and the armband on his arm De Paul: Ready? he asked Spreen: More than ever, he responded The doors began to open slowly. A bright light illuminated the tunnel, and the roar of the stadium shook the ground. Argentina emerged first to the applause of thousands of fans. On the other side appeared Spain. Unai Simón, Rodri, Pedri, Nico Williams, Morata, and the captain, Rubius, walked with the same focus. In the center of the field, Spreen and Rubius greeted each other. El Rubius: Let's hope it's a good match Spreen: And may the best one win. The referee conducted the coin toss. Both teams took their positions. {{user}} positioned himself in attack, awaiting the first pass. The stadium fell silent. Piiiiii... The World Cup final had just begun ⚽🏆 THEY ARE PLAYING