The press room at the Allianz Arena was packed.
Every reporter wanted a soundbite.Every headline was already half-written.
After all, Mateo González had returned from injury and scored two match-winning goals.
But the man at the podium wasn't smiling.
Ricardo Ferrera adjusted his suit, cleared his throat, and leaned into the microphone.
The Coach's Words
"Yes, we won. And yes, González scored."
A few pens paused mid-note.
"But had we followed the tactical plan — had everyone played their role —we could've controlled the game and won 3–0 or 4–0. Comfortably.His improvisations nearly cost us the match."
Murmurs rippled through the room.
"Football is a team sport.And no player is above the system."
Mateo Hears It All
Inside the locker room, players were watching the live feed.The moment Ferrera's final words echoed through the screen, silence fell.
Mateo stood.
He didn't say anything.
He just walked out — boots still in hand, jaw tight.
Kimmich called after him.He didn't answer.
Outside, the Fire Spreads
The media exploded.
📰 "González: Hero or Headache?"📰 "Storm in Munich: Ferrera vs González Brewing?"📰 "Mateo Silenced: From Savior to Shadow in One Night"
Clips of Ferrera's press conference trended.Clips of Mateo walking out played in loops.
Fans online rallied behind him:
"#WeStandWithMateo""#LetTheStormPlay"
But inside Säbener Straße, the mood was different.
The Punishment
Days passed.
Matchday came.
Mateo checked the squad list.
His name wasn't on it. Not even on the bench.
The next match? Same result.
The third? Still no call-up.
The locker room whispered.His teammates looked uncomfortable.
No explanations were given.Just silence.
And Mateo?
He trained harder than ever.
But every night, the fire burned deeper.
The System Reacts
⚠ Branch Deepening: "The Rebel Spark"
Tactical Trust Level: ⚠ LOW
Coach-Player Relationship Status: STRAINED
Internal Popularity (Players): HIGHFan Sentiment: VERY HIGH
Suggested Action: Remain prepared. Major turning point ahead.
Mateo stood alone by the training pitch after hours, staring at the empty field.
The ball at his feet.
His reflection on the glass of the gym wall.
He whispered to himself—
"You can bench me.You can silence me.But you can't stop me."