Dude has legitimately played less than 20 games and people are already calling him the best player in the world??? Barca PR honestly needs to be studied because what is this? You guys said the exact same thing about every single youngster who plays semi-good for Barcelona. But hey, why argue with a Barca fan when you can just wait? And this wait will be legend—wait for it—DARY.
Mateo King was better than Ronaldo and Messi at 17 years old, and he's also better than them right now. Know this and know peace. No need to start arguing in the comments.
I've only watched one game where Mateo actually played as a full winger (minus when Dembélé came on and he moved). But even in those few minutes I'm saying it already: he's easily one of the top 5 wingers I've ever seen. Barcelona need to do the right thing and move him to the wing ASAP. Playing striker limits him badly.
Yeah… maybe right now. But not even top 1000 all time.
I have seen enough. Bald-head Mateo King > noodle-hair Ronaldo. Don't talk to me.
Mateo basically carried us today. I'm happy he's on my team, but after watching how we stalled Messi's career for years by not providing a competitive squad, I'm honestly afraid Mateo might eventually leave for another club—and I wouldn't even blame him.
#Laporta you need to start buying players. Minimum four defenders, two midfielders, and maybe one more attacker to help Messi and Mateo. Do that and I promise we would three-peat the UCL.
La Liga fans must be really delusional talking about some "El Clásico final" lol. They still think it's 2016. La Liga has fallen. The final is easily Chelsea vs Manchester City. The glory days of La Liga left with CR7. He was the one really carrying that league.
17 games.
32 goals.
13 assists. Who else could it be? He's the best player in the world. The real discussion right now should be about giving him the Ballon d'Or already. Right now. Right now.
Goal, you misspelled Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro. Let me fix this for you. "P.S. Quick question: Cristiano Ronaldo — the best player currently in the world?"
Eye test: check.
Stats: check. And I'm pretty sure when this season is done, trophies will also be check. FIFA, hand us that fucking Ballon d'Or.
I remember watching an interview once where Michael Owen said he was better than Mateo at this age. At the time I actually agreed with him. Now whenever I remember that moment, I feel like going back in time and giving both myself and Michael Owen a very big slap. Nobody—and I repeat, nobody—in the history of this sport has ever been this good at 17 years old. Just the fact that people are seriously debating whether he might already be the best player in the world… in an era where the sport is at the highest level it's ever been? Yeah, no.
Mateo is the greatest teenager we have ever seen. Barcelona's La Masia needs to be investigated at this point. First Messi, now this. If in the next few years they produce another one like them, just know witchcraft really does exist and La Masia has unlocked its secrets.
I'll admit it—right now he might be the best player in the world. But talent alone isn't enough if he doesn't learn respect. Look at the way he was trash-talking Kyle Walker during the match. Walker is a senior professional, someone who has been in the game for years. If Mateo doesn't learn humility and discipline, that kind of attitude can destroy a career. Talent opens the door, but discipline is what allows you to stay in the room. History is full of gifted players who burned bright and disappeared because they believed ability alone would carry them forever. If he doesn't mature, that same fate could eventually find him.
You all are arguing about stats and Ballon d'Or's. Me? I'm just praying we get Barcelona vs Liverpool next season. I need to see the destruction Mateo vs Trent would bring. If this is what he can do to Kyle Walker… yeah, that matchup would be chaos 😂
Am I seriously seeing people say Mateo should win the Ballon d'Or because of a match against City? A match he lost, by the way. Yeah… this world is cooked.
MATEO KING TAKE MY LIFE.WHAT WAS THAT PERFORMANCE???TAKE MY LIFE AHHHH.VISCA BARCA.
When I saw Mateo walking out with that little girl, I knew instantly this was going to be a generational game. It was the same feeling I used to get watching Messi back then. Then he sat on the ball and I wasn't disappointed at all.
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Damn… you watched that Messi match?? What's up unc 😂
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Yes, I'm an unc. And that's exactly why you should listen when I say this: what we're witnessing from someone like Mateo is unique. One of a kind.
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Obviously I'm not blind. It's just Vardrid fans and Premtards who don't want to admit Mateo is the best player in the world right now. It's too clear. Just wait until the comeback at City. Then he wins the Champions League and everyone will have to admit it.
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Actually, scratch that… they'll still find a way to hate. They always do. They just wont be able to deny it then.
Honestly… I'm just happy the world is finally starting to acknowledge him. For those of us who have been watching every minute of this run, this didn't just appear out of nowhere. It didn't start tonight, and it didn't even start with this match against City. It's been building, round after round, performance after performance. First there was that incredible comeback against PSG. The kind of night where you could almost feel the momentum shifting with every touch he took, every run he made, every moment where the stadium slowly began to realize something special was happening. Then came the insane two legs against Bayern—two matches where he didn't just participate, he dictated the rhythm of the entire tie like someone who had been doing this for a decade.
And now this.
Another stage. Another massive opponent. Another performance where, regardless of the final result, you could see the same pattern repeating itself.
Growth.
Round by round, game by game, the kid has just been getting better and better. The confidence, the creativity, the fearlessness with the ball—it's all evolving right in front of our eyes.
At some point it stops being hype.
At some point the world has to simply acknowledge what's happening.
The kid isn't just another promising youngster anymore.
He's the future face of the sport.
Mateo King the best player in the world?? In a game where he fucking lost???
Goal has always been a larper and this just confirms it. The same Mateo who missed that last-minute chance and hit the bar—letting his team down—is suddenly the best player in the world because he's statpadding in the Spanish league???You all are unreal.
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Instantly, under the Goal post, numerous comments began popping up beneath it.
At first it was just a few reactions—short replies, quick disagreements, a couple of people tagging friends and dropping laughing emojis. But within seconds the pace accelerated.
Then it exploded.
The post began spreading through the platform like wildfire. Notifications started stacking one after another as the algorithm pushed it further and further across timelines. People began quoting the tweet, reposting it with their own opinions, attaching screenshots of Mateo's stats, clips from the match, arguments, counterarguments—every possible reaction flooding in at once.
Supporters rushed in to defend the statement.
Rivals stormed the replies to tear it apart.
Neutral fans jumped into the chaos simply to watch the argument unfold.
Within minutes the numbers climbed rapidly. Hundreds of comments turned into thousands as the debate grew louder and louder. The discussion spilled out of the replies into quote posts, then into repost chains, each one carrying the same central question:
Is Mateo King really the best player in the world already?
Less than ten minutes after the original post went live, the comment section had already surpassed eight thousand replies, with new ones appearing every second as the frenzy continued to build.
And it wasn't just happening on one platform.
On TikTok, the fastest-growing social media platform in the world, the reaction had already begun taking shape in its own way.
Clips of Mateo's dribbles from the match were already circulating. Slow-motion edits. Tactical breakdowns. Highlight compilations. Reaction videos recorded seconds after the final whistle.
Major football pages, smaller fan accounts, clip channels, and commentary creators all rushed to capitalize on the moment. None of them were about to let an internet frenzy like this pass by without joining the conversation.
Videos began appearing one after another—each creator offering their own take on Mateo's performance, debating whether the hype was justified or completely exaggerated.
Among them was Anthony Machado, a Portuguese content creator well known in the FIFA and EA Sports FC community. For years he had built a strong reputation as both a YouTuber and a Twitch streamer, entertaining audiences with gameplay, pack openings, and football discussions.
Recognizing the explosive growth potential of TikTok, he had opened an account on the platform not long ago under the name @realaa9skillz. With his already sizable YouTube presence feeding traffic toward his new page, he had managed to carve out a respectable following there as well.
As a football content creator, Anthony had naturally been watching the semi-finals as well. Matches of that magnitude were practically mandatory viewing for someone in his position. Not only because he loved the sport, but because moments like these were often the very things that fueled the content cycle for days afterward.
And of course, he had seen Mateo's performance.
"Incredible" didn't even begin to cover it.
Even while watching the match earlier that night, Anthony had already caught himself thinking about potential video ideas. Certain clips had stood out in his mind immediately—the dribbles, the composure under pressure, that audacious moment when Mateo simply sat on the ball as if the Champions League semi-final was nothing more than a casual training session.
He had already decided. Tomorrow he would make a video about it.
But for now, he was tired. The match had ended late, and he had planned to head to sleep and deal with everything in the morning.
Still, like many people who lived half their lives on the internet, habit was a powerful thing. Before turning off the lights, he grabbed his phone and opened social media for one last quick scroll.
He expected the usual.
News about the match.
Clips from the game.
Reaction posts.
Hot takes from pundits.
As a football creator, his algorithm had long since been trained to flood his timeline with football-related content. And with a Champions League semi-final just having finished—especially one involving Barcelona and Manchester City—he knew the internet would already be buzzing.
Part of him was even hoping to stumble across a few interesting angles or discussions that he could incorporate into tomorrow's video.
But what he saw instead…
…was on a completely different level.
It didn't just feel like post-match discussion.
It felt like the entire internet had detonated.
Everywhere he looked there were clips, reactions, edits, debates, arguments—an endless flood of content all centered around one name.
Mateo King.
The scale of it was staggering. Posts were racking up hundreds of thousands of views within minutes. Comment sections were exploding. Creators were uploading reaction videos at a pace that felt almost frantic, as if everyone understood they needed to be part of the moment before it passed.
Anthony paused for a moment, scrolling slowly as he tried to take it all in.
The last time he remembered the internet feeling like this…
…was 2019.
Liverpool's legendary comeback against Barcelona.
Back then the entire football world had been thrown into chaos overnight. Memes, analysis videos, reaction streams—it had been absolute madness.
And right now?
This felt eerily similar.
Maybe even bigger.
Anthony might not have been one of the biggest creators on the planet, but after years of doing this he had developed instincts—skills that went beyond just editing videos or understanding football tactics.
He understood the rhythm of the internet.
He knew when something was just trending… and when something was becoming a moment.
And right now, every one of those instincts was screaming at him.
His senses were practically tingling.
This wasn't just another match performance people would talk about for a few hours before moving on.
This was the kind of moment that could dominate the football conversation for days.
Maybe weeks.
And if he moved quickly…
He could ride the wave while it was still building.
Anthony didn't hesitate.
Throwing the blanket aside, he got up from his bed immediately, the earlier fatigue already forgotten. He moved quickly through his apartment, heading straight toward the small recording room he had set up specifically for moments like this.
Within minutes the familiar routine began.
Camera positioned.
Lights switched on.
Microphone checked.
Monitor pulled up with clips and posts already open.
The glow of the recording setup filled the room as Anthony took his seat in front of the camera, quickly adjusting the frame before leaning slightly forward.
Then, without wasting another second—
he hit record.
The video began instantly.
"I believe this kid is going to be the best in the world. I believe this kid is going to win Ballon d'Ors."
Those were the very first words heard. Anthony's face filled the screen as the clip played, the lighting from his setup casting a soft glow across the room behind him, his familiar recording background visible to anyone who had watched his content before. He leaned slightly toward the microphone as he spoke in the clip, his voice confident, almost certain, as if the statement he had made wasn't something outrageous at all but something completely obvious.
It was a clip of himself, a piece of an older video he had posted before. The footage continued for a few seconds before suddenly freezing. The paused clip shrank smoothly, sliding toward the left side of the screen, becoming a smaller window while the rest of the frame shifted back to the present recording.
Anthony appeared again on the main screen. He was sitting in his chair, eyes turned slightly upward toward the left side of the frame as if watching the very clip he had just shown. His head tilted slightly, lips pressed together for a moment as the room remained quiet except for the faint audio still echoing from the paused video.
Then he turned his head and faced the camera directly.
"19 days."
He nodded his head slowly. Once. Twice. Then he shook it slightly, almost in disbelief.
"19 days."
He leaned closer to the microphone again. "I posted that video 19 days ago saying how Mateo King would be the best player in the world and he would win Ballon d'Or. And now what—19 days later—you all are telling me you agree? You actually think this 17-year-old kid is the best player in the world?"
His eyebrows lifted as his voice began to rise, his tone shifting from disbelief into something closer to incredulous excitement.
"You all really think a 17-year-old kid should win the Ballon d'Or?"
For a moment he simply stared into the camera. Then his voice suddenly dropped, quieter now.
"You know what…"
He paused, glancing around the room briefly as if gathering his thoughts, the faint sounds from the paused clip still lingering in the background. Then he looked back into the camera and gave a small nod.
"You are all right."
His hands immediately came up in front of him as if preparing for the reaction he knew was coming.
"I know, I know. I know some of you are gonna start shouting—'Skillsz are you serious?' 'Glaze!' and all that."
He leaned forward again, his tone becoming more serious.
"But I assure you all… if you truly love this sport, you can't lie to yourself. What he is doing has already passed the youngster comparisons."
He shook his head firmly.
"What—you want me to start comparing him to who? Jude Bellingham? Foden? Fati? Vinicius? Sancho?"
He shook his head again.
"No. No. No."
"That's honestly a disrespect," he continued, pointing toward the camera. "I'm disrespecting him, the stats, the sport itself if I do that. You might dread it, run from it, but you can't deny it."
He leaned closer to the microphone.
"Mateo King is the best player in the world. That's a fact."
Anthony leaned back slightly in his chair, rubbing the side of his head before continuing.
"If you see the goal he scored… I mean it's just…" He stopped mid-sentence, his mouth opening slightly as if he was trying to find the words. "It's just— it's just completely…"
He shook his head slowly.
"He completely embarrassed the defender. Made him stand there like a fool as the ball flew past him. And mind you all—that's Kyle Walker."
He leaned forward again, his voice firm.
"Who I would put as not just the best right back but the best full back on the planet right now. And he destroyed him."
He shook his head again.
"Again—it's not glazing. Just watch the goal."
Anthony raised his hand again slightly.
"Do I think he should win the Ballon d'Or?"
He paused, then leaned closer to the mic.
"See… if he wins the UCL and… and the league…"
His expression shifted slightly as uncertainty crept in.
"Wait."
He quickly grabbed his phone, his eyes scanning the screen.
"How can they still win the league again?"
He scrolled for a moment before nodding slightly.
"Seems Barca are still three points behind Atletico."
He dropped the phone back onto the desk and looked up again.
"If they win the UCL and La Liga, I honestly feel and believe he should get the Ballon d'Or. Whether they can win it or not—that's another matter."
Anthony leaned back again.
"So do I believe he should win the Ballon d'Or? Yes. One hundred percent. He is the reason Barca are even here."
He tilted his head slightly.
"Do I think he is going to get it? That's another thing I'm not sure of."
He leaned forward again.
"Because honestly… since 2018 I haven't really been sure how the Ballon d'Or has been operating. Ronaldo should have won it in 2018. Then 2019 should have been Van Dijk for sure. Then the whole cancelling of 2020…"
He waved his hand dismissively.
"The Ballon d'Or has been a shit show recently. Now with the Euros, the Copa, also this season… I really can't say who would win what."
He leaned slightly closer to the camera.
"But 100% I agree."
"Mateo King is the best player on the planet right now."
And it wasn't just him. LUCA, Box to Box, Lee Gunner, Mark Goldbridge, Zimpoms—whoever was whoever—they were all making videos in their own styles, but they all had the same topic: Mateo and his ridiculous performance against Manchester City. Clips, reactions, hot takes, breakdowns—they were everywhere. Yet the one that blew up the most, the one that dominated every trending page, was the reaction of the AFTV crew.
As one of the biggest footballing channels in the world, AFTV were in their prime. In their studio room, four men sat ready, the cameras rolling, mics catching every nuance of their voices. Robbie Lyle, Ty, DT, and the fourth—a man who stood out immediately, not just in demeanor but in appearance—Expressions Oozing. His real name wasn't known publicly; fans only knew him by that moniker.
Despite their teams not playing that night, the three regulars wore their Arsenal colors proudly, red flying across the studio, scarves draped casually, shirts crisp and bold under the studio lights. Expressions Oozing, on the other hand, wore his own colors—Spurs navy and white, the logo clear, the allegiance undeniable. The contrast was striking, almost symbolic: three men representing the same side of London, and one quietly staking his claim on the other.
The four of them leaned forward, eyes fixed on the clips of Mateo King, mouths half-open in disbelief, hands gesturing wildly as the footage played. It was as if the studio itself had been caught in the same vortex of chaos the internet had erupted in. Every dribble, every feint, every explosive acceleration—Mateo's brilliance didn't just show up on screens. It filled the room, radiating off the walls, infecting anyone who watched.
Expressions Oozing sat back slightly, a smirk playing at the edge of his lips, shaking his head slowly. "You've got to see this," he muttered, voice calm but charged, a quiet energy that cut through the boisterous excitement of the others. He didn't need to raise his voice. Just the way he watched the clip, leaned toward the camera, tracing the movement of the ball with his finger—it said everything.
Robbie leaned in, shouting over the hum of excitement. "Mateo King! Did you see that?! I've never seen anything like that in my life!"
Ty slapped the desk, laughing. "This kid's ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!"
DT leaned forward, voice cracking slightly with emotion. "How is he only seventeen?! How is this even legal in football?"
And through it all, Expressions Oozing just shook his head, still smirking, still calm. Spurs colors stark against the red and gold of the others, his presence a quiet anchor amid the chaos. But even he couldn't hide the astonishment that flickered across his face.
This wasn't just another match for the fans. For the AFTV crew, for the millions watching online, it was a moment that would be replayed, dissected, celebrated—and above all, remembered. Mateo King had done something that night that transcended normal expectations, and everyone in that studio, regardless of allegiance, was forced to acknowledge it.
"Look at this one."
Robbie's voice dropped slightly as he held his phone in front of him, eyes scanning the screen. He leaned forward in his chair, almost hunched, the glow from the phone casting shadows across his face. He read aloud, his tone a mixture of disbelief and excitement.
"'Mateo King is the best player in the world right now… and that's a fact.'"
The words hung in the air.
Ty and DT groaned instantly, shaking their heads, voices rising.
"Aw fam, are you serious? That's proper madness!" Ty said, slamming a hand on the desk, accent thick, eyes wide.
"Oi, come off it, Robbie! That's peak chatting, innit? Peak!" DT shouted, leaning back, throwing his arms wide as he gestured like the words themselves were insulting him.
Meanwhile, Expressions Oozing, sitting back with his Spurs colors crisp against the studio lighting, simply nodded his head slowly. "Valid. Valid," he said, calm but firm, eyes never leaving the screen.
Robbie's voice grew louder as he continued, reading on. "I can assure you, Barcelona, due to him, are gonna come back against City. And then, enter the finals. And thanks to him again, they are gonna win the UCL. That's the amount of impact he has—on the pitch, the team, the competition, the whole sport. We have never… yes, we have never seen anything like this before!"
The studio erupted.
Ty slammed both hands down on the desk, leaning toward Robbie. "Oi, fam, that's bullshit! You serious right now?" His voice cracked, thick London accent bleeding into every word. "He ain't that level, man!"
DT laughed, shaking his head violently. "Mate, stop it! I've seen better talent in me sleep!" He waved his hands, leaning back, muttering under his breath, accent rolling. "This hype, I swear, fam… it's mental."
Expressions Oozing raised a single hand slowly, shaking his head. "Nah nah nah… valid, blud. Hear me out." He gestured toward Ty and DT, voice calm but cutting through the chaos. "You lot can argue all you want, but don't act like mans don't see what's right in front of him. Facts."
Robbie, ignoring the chaos around him, pressed on. "Look, don't get me wrong, the kid's phenomenal."
"You better stop there," Expressions Oozing muttered under his breath, leaning forward, tone sharp.
Robbie just ignored him, continuing. "But the hype around the kid… it's just too much."
Ty immediately nodded, voice raising with relief. "Finally! Thank you, Robbie. About time someone said it."
DT chimed in, waving a hand. "Yeah, bruv, cheers fam, bless you for saying that."
Expressions Oozing threw his hands on the desk with a sharp exhale. "And he went and said it," he muttered, almost to himself, shaking his head, eyes wide.
Robbie leaned forward, voice picking up again. "Maybe the others are too young to remember, but I've watched Rooney, Owen, Ronaldinho… Ronaldo—yeah, the Brazilian one, no need to go far back—even Neymar!" His voice rose, each name punctuated with intensity. "I've watched all those players, beasts from the moment they touched the ball! So why are we acting like this is anything new? Why are we acting like this is some kind of miracle?"
Ty leaned forward, voice dripping exasperation, accent thick. "Yeah man… yeah, fam… these new-gen fans, they haven't watched shit. Couple of goals, couple of nutmegs, couple of bits… and they're already hyping him for Ballon d'Or. Makes me sick, blud. Proper sick."
DT jumped in next, waving a finger. "Talent? Yeah, sure, he's talented. But best player right now? Are you serious? I don't even reckon he's the best talent in football right now, fam."
Expressions Oozing, who had been sitting there with his mouth open, eyes wide, finally snapped. He jumped up, chair scraping against the floor, and started pacing slightly.
"No no no no no no… no! No!"
His hands waved frantically in the air, head shaking violently. "I've heard a lot of idiotic things from you lot on the line already!" He paused, breathing heavy, eyes locking onto Ty and DT. "But do you really think I'm gonna sit here, blud? Do you really think mans gonna sit here and let the stupid tanks of AFTV… just chatting shit… like we don't know what we're talking about, blud?"
Expressions Oozing leaned forward abruptly, his eyes wild, voice sharp as a knife. He pointed toward DT, cutting through the chaos of the room.
"Would you allow this pussio Eric Rowen looking blud from the Wyatt family continue chatting and chatting hella rubbish to man? You know I'm not with that, fam!"
Ty and DT lost it immediately, shouting over each other, voices raw with disbelief.
"What are you saying?!" Ty bellowed, flailing his hands.
"You're only getting this agitated 'cause you know I'm saying the truth!" DT fired back, leaning forward aggressively, accent thick and clipped.
"Truth? Truth?" Expressions Oozing shouted, voice rising, head shaking violently. "You lot call that truth? Blud, that's chat, pure chat!"
Robbie held up a hand, voice calm but firm, trying to anchor the storm. "Alright, alright, chill, Let's calm it down, yeah? One at a time, breathe. Nobody's gonna get anywhere shouting over each other."
Ty and DT grumbled, muttering under their breath, but they leaned back slightly as Robbie continued, voice soothing, almost coaxing.
Robbie looked at Expressions Oozing with a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Let him finish what he was about to say, yeah?"
Expressions Oozing shook his head slowly, lips pressed tight.
"And can you please sit down already?" Robbie added, tone patient but firm.
Expressions just shook his head harder, almost violently this time. "Sit? I can't sit. This place got me feeling a certain kind, fam. Heard too much rubbish already, man. Can't even function right!"
The others ignored him, focusing on their screens. Robbie turned to DT, exhaling softly. "Carry on."
DT straightened, giving a slight nod. "Thanks." He paused, rolling his shoulders. "Like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted…"
Expressions scoffed audibly, tilting his head.
DT shot him a glare but kept talking. "…like I said, I don't even think Mateo is the best talent in world football right now."
Expressions jumped again, cutting him off, hands waving. "Then who is better than him, who?!"
DT leaned back slightly, smirking, trying to stay calm. "While it's not much, we have talents right here in the league better than him."
Expressions leaned forward sharply, voice incredulous. "Who? Who?"
DT shrugged casually. "We do have…"
Expressions leaned even closer, eyes piercing, voice dropping dangerously low. "Say the name. I know you wanna. Why you afraid? Say it, fam."
DT blinked, caught off guard. "Say what?"
Expressions slammed his hands down on the desk, leaning close, eyes wide. "We all know who you're trying to say! Don't be a pussio, man The fuck up and say the name, fam!"
DT hesitated, hands raised defensively. "…What, you want me to say Saka?"
"Ah ha! He said it!" Expressions shouted, slapping the desk, nodding furiously.
DT leaned back, defensive, voice rising. "Yeah, yes, Saka's one of the people I put ahead of Mateo in the talent department, alright?"
Robbie's eyes widened slightly, a quiet "ooh" escaping him.
Ty leaned forward, voice quick and excitable. "Yes, if you deep it, I get what he's saying. Saka played mostly last season as a left back, and now just changing to the right wing position is solidifying his spot. His position there is already one of the best winger spots in the league."
DT snapped, voice harsh, accent cutting. "Thank you! And it's the Premier League again, mind you—way harder than La Liga!"
Robbie leaned back slightly, rubbing his chin. "Hmm… I think I see your point."
Expressions Oozing's reaction was instantaneous. He threw his hands up, voice dripping panic and disbelief. "Ooh no! It's a disease!"
Everyone turned to look at him, faces a mix of shock and amusement.
Ty and DT shouted over each other now, arguing back. "Are they lying? Isn't Saka one of the best youngsters and wingers in the league? He changed position, yes, but he's still unreal!"
Robbie sighed, glancing at Expressions. "You have to admit… they do make a certain point."
Expressions Oozing went mad.
He jumped up from his chair after sitting on it just to have the effect of jumping off his seat again, hands flailing, voice cutting through the room like a storm. His accent thick, unmistakably London, every syllable sharp and explosive.
"You all must be out your goddamn mind!" he shouted, pacing rapidly, knocking papers and mugs with his arms as he moved. "I mean, you have to have a couple screws loose to support a team like Arsenal, fam, but this… this is too much!"
He stopped suddenly, pointing a finger toward DT and Ty, eyes blazing. "What the hell are we even talking about?! We are talking about a guy who has what—over 40 fucking goal contributions in way lesser games! I'm pretty sure with just the games he has played Mateo has more goals than Saka has G/A by the way"
Ty opened his mouth to speak. "Yeah, but Saka just moved to an attacker—"
Expressions whipped around, voice shrieking, cutting him off. "Moved to an attacker? Moved? Are you man serious?! Did you take something? Did Troopz give you a couple of drugs before you all came here? 'Cause what is this, fam? What the fuck are we doing?!"
He jabbed toward the TV, where highlights still played, coincidentally Mateo's goal against Walker frozen in replay. His voice cracked with venom.
"We are talking about that!" he shouted, voice rising higher. "And you all are mentioning Saka? BUKAYO Saka, fam! Are you all serious right now?!"
He waved his hands, knocking over a few notebooks, gesturing wildly as if the room itself was conspiring against him. "Nah, fam, I'm not doing this!" he yelled, grabbing his things, stuffing them into a bag with rapid, almost frantic movements.
Robbie's voice went calm but alarmed. "Are you actually going?"
Ty and DT shrugged, shouting over each other. "Let him go! Let him pack up! He just can't argue it!"
Expressions Oozing kept moving, bag slung over his shoulder, still pacing. "I can feel my IQ dropping by the second, fam! Dropping!" he muttered under his breath as he started heading toward the door, voice tight with frustration.
Robbie called out one last time, voice slightly rising, "Expressions—"
He turned sharply, hands waving like the world was too dumb to follow him. "You know what!" he shouted, voice cracking, eyes wide. "This is the reason why everyone clowns you guys, fam! Why they say how delusional you all are!"
Without another word, he spun back around and stormed out.
Robbie's voice carried after him, calling his name once more. "Expressions!"
But he didn't look back.
"You all are sick! It's over! It's over! It's fucking over! Yours, Brian, is cooked!" he shouted, slamming the door behind him, leaving a stunned silence in the studio.
A/N:
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