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The press room at Valdebebas was buzzing. Real Madrid had just lost the Clásico, and the vultures were circling. Sixty journalists sat with loaded questions about tactics, about the veteran squad, about the ghost of the Champions League.

He didn't look angry. He looked serene. He placed his hands on the wooden podium, leaned into the microphones, and spoke in that low, hypnotic tone that made everyone lean forward. zidane avisa estais avisados

The warning had been for everyone else.

“I told you,” he said.

1-0.

Zidane stopped. He smiled—a rare, mysterious smile that showed nothing and everything. The press room at Valdebebas was buzzing

The room froze.