These were no mere men
They were Titans !
Transcended from mortality into that which could no longer be quantified
Yes . . .
These were Gods!
The greatest ever to grace the beautiful game
As they stepped into the Arena . . . .the crowds roared in delightful anticipation of what was to come
There would be no mercy . . no Quarter given . . nor would any be asked
Ororo stood tall leading out his team of gladiators . . . .proud and Elegant with a tint of arrogance . . . and y not ? was he not the greatest of them ?
Behind him were men he could trust . . .the great Welsh Trojan Bale . . .and the French maestro . .a
Across him stood the Catalans . . . a fierce force with a style of engagement like non ever witnessed
Schooled in the arts of possession in the halls of the famous la masia !
They were formidable . . .frightening
And why not?
For within their ranks was . . .The TRINITY!
Suarez the Vampire . . . .at present none was more true with his aim
Neymar the . . .the wizard . . . the new phenomenom
And then… the greatest of them . . perhaps the greatest to ever walk these fields
The little Magician . . .the dwarf ……La Pulga himself. . .
The walked up to the mad crowd . . .the passionate Catalans. . .We who are about to play salute you
Ororo stood still . . focused . . .his insignia CR7 shining on his apparel . . .his gaze locked on Messi . . ..after all he knew . . .this was his greatest challenge . . his arch nemesis . . .his one stumbling block to fully laying claim to being the Greatest ever to grace the Arena stood before him . . . .and he knew he must be greater than he has ever been if he is to best him
The refreeticus raised his hands …..a roar emanated from the stands again . . . .he put hallowed horn of power to his lips and blew . . .let the games begin !
The 51st Elclassico had begun !