26th April, 2026…
Saturday. 21:00.
After a day filled with restless energy and anticipation, the sun finally set in Seville, but the city was already burning with anticipation.
It's Copa del Rey final night at the Estadio La Cartuja, and the air is thick with history, hostility, and raw passion.
This isn't just a football match, it's Barcelona vs Real Madrid. El Clasico in its purest, most explosive form.
It was the moment of truth.
On the evening, the streets leading to the stadium were flanked by seas of color; Blaugrana on one side, Los Blancos on the other, split like the rivalry itself.
Flares ignite, drums thunder, and chants pierce the evening air long before the buses arrive.
Then comes the first roar, a signal.
Through a tunnel of smoke and security, the Real Madrid bus crept forward. Immediately, white jerseys swarmed the vehicle, chanting loudly.
"Hala Madrid!"
"Hala Madrid!" They chanted with already hoarse throats.
