Striker of The Gods

He gets in the BMW car with Vinicius, and Vini gives him a smile as he gets in the car.

”Ready to become a real Madrid player?” says Vini while riding at 90 kmph, which shocks some people on our way to El Bernabeu.

”I was born ready. From this very moment no one will ever look down on me, as I will be the best player in the world,” says Caos in his tyrannical demeanor, strongly remarking on his intentions to crush football history.

 ”We will see about that, dude,” says Vini while playing some Tuca Tuca on the radio, shaking the car like Nagasaki.

The moment they got there. Caos began his exploration of the whole stadium, running 40 miles around the stadium before meeting Xabi Alonso.

”Vini, morning. How is everything going with the new from La Fabrica? Wait! Hold on! Do not break my balls,” says Xabi Alonso.

”No kidding. Caos has been running and training since he got to the stadium. I do not get it, though,” says Vini, waving at Xabi to leave the field of gladiators.

Xabi tries to reach for him. However, his speed outpaces him, making him regret chasing after Caos.

Xabi shouts at Caos.

”Hey, get over here. AHH Jesus,” says Xabi Alonso while explaining to Caos what he wanted him to do.

”Coach. My dearly fantastic defender of Asturias,” Caos says while he puts words into his mind, ”This is my chance to make the coach get us in the IX lineups.”

”Yeah, whatever. I am trying to figure out what you were doing. How fast! What speed! I guess you train a lot, do you not?” Xabi says while gazing at Caos’s smile, rendering the situation tense.

”Absolutely, I was doing my beast training as usual. Let’s see how savage this can get from here till the end of my career,” Caos says while shaking his hand to do his thing.

They spend most of the time talking about Caos’s plans and how he settled down for Real Madrid.

”I will be the best titan of football. And also, I hope I get accepted into the selection of Colombia,” says Caos while looking at the moon after having talked to Xabi.

From the moment Daniel set foot with Vinicius in Valdebebas, people whispered. Not because he was the most technical nor the most physically imposing—but because his eyes told a story no scout report could. Hunger. Vision. Devastation. Nicknamed ”El Caos” by Spanish media for his unpredictable, calculated aggression, Daniel tore through La Liga like a storm no one saw coming.

This is the beginning of his story in Real Madrid, where he will beat the crap out of goalkeepers, defenders, and midfielders in the complexity of his tactics and precision, and what is more—he will change football history forever, making it look like a bad joke. A new story. Not just one player, but one phenomenon that will metamorphose the way footballers touch La Caprichosa.

To be continued..