The city of Barcelona pulsed with restless energy days before the final El Clasico of the season.
The victory in Milan had not dulled the hunger; rather, it had sharpened it.
And now, Real Madrid was coming to the Spotify Camp Nou, and the Catalan faithful had one goal: to bury their rivals beneath a thunderstorm of pride and vengeance; to rub their superiority this season on their faces.
And then, it was D-day.
11th May, 2026…
(La Liga:)
(Barcelona – Real Madrid)
On matchday, the streets swarmed with a sea of Blaugrana, drums echoing off the buildings, chants erupting from balconies, cafes, and alleyways.
Fireworks crackled as early as noon. The sun barely stood a chance against the smoke that curled into the sky from flares and fireworks, painting the air in warlike hues of red and blue.
As the Real Madrid team bus approached, it was met with the kind of welcome forged in centuries of rivalry and resentment.
