Chapter 40: The world reacts
For years, the UEFA Champions League had been a stage where only the elite thrived. And yet, what Samuel Moses did at the Stade Vélodrome was beyond elite. It was myth-making.
In the UEFA Champions League, the last time a player scored five goals in a single game was Erling Haaland’s 5-goal haul in Manchester City’s 7-0 thrashing of RB Leipzig in 2023.
The only other precedent to this crazy feat were two others in the UEFA Champions League, Luis Adraino, a Brazilian, and Lionel Messi.
Back in 2012, Lionel Messi lit up the world of football, scoring five goals against Bayern 04 Leverkusen in the round of 16 of the UEFA Champions League. That was when Messi was at the peak of his powers.
The impact of what Sam did was exactly the same.
Five goals. In one half. Away from home. Against a proud European side.
The world exploded.
Morning Headlines across Europe the next day covered the same thing, the UEFA Champions League, but they all focused on one name... Samuel Moses.
*MARCA (Spain): ["SAM MOSES DESTROYS MARSEILLE – FIVE GOALS IN 39 MINUTES!"]
*L’Équipe (France): ["Massacre at the Vélodrome – Barca’s Nigerian Star Tears Marseille Apart!"]
*The Guardian (UK): ["Five-Star Moses: The Night the Champions League Stood Still."]
*Gazzetta dello Sport (Italy):
["Sam, the New Emperor – A Performance for the Ages."]*Bild (Germany): ["Warning to Europe: Barcelona Are Coming."]
It wasn’t just news headlines.
In TV studios from Madrid to Manchester, the world of football was in a state of meltdown as the already iconic footage looped on repeat. Every goal was dissected from every angle possible.
Thierry Henry, speaking on CBS Sports, smiled like a proud mentor.
"You don’t score five in a Champions League game by accident. Look at the runs, the timing, the composure, the boy’s a monster! This is not a striker by trade, but right now... he’s the best striker in the world."
Rio Ferdinand leaned forward.
"It’s not just the goals. I mean, look at the footage from the 84th minute. Even that late in the game, he’s still pressing, still hungry, prowling like a predator. That’s what makes the difference between a good player and a great one."
Jamie Carragher, grinned. "We all talk about Haaland, Mbappé... but this lad, Sam Moses, he’s making his own category."
And of course, the reactions didn’t just come from neutral and supportive camps, the media attention also reached rival camp, the Real Madrid camp.
The microphones were out before training at Valdebebas.
In front of the media, Kylian Mbappé was himself, respectful but sharp.
"He had a great night. But the Champions League is a long road. Let’s see where we all are in May." He kept it simple and concise.
Vinícius Júnior, smirking, also faced the media.
"Five goals in one game is nice. But like I always say, let’s see if he can do that against us."
Jude Bellingham, keeping it measured, faced the media.
"He’s a top player, but we’re Madrid. We’ve got our own weapons. We’re not afraid of anyone".
Not just rival camps, legendary players also jumped into the hype train.
On Instagram, Lionel Messi quietly liked a clip of Sam’s volley for his third goal. No caption, just a like, but the football internet went into another meltdown.
The idea of Sam and Lionel Messi playing in a football game together were already circulating on social media.
Samuel Eto’o addressed media attention on Canal+.
"The boy’s good. He’s got that African killer instinct in front of goal, and he’s got the Barcelona DNA in his playmaking. That’s a dangerous combination."
And then, more prominently of all was the digital roar that followed that scintillating performance in France.
Twitter, or rather X was a flood.
@BlaugranaPulse: ["I just watched the birth of another all-time Barca Champions League night. What a time to be alive man. My grandkids will definitely hear about this."
@RMista17: ["Enjoy it, Barca fans. El Clásico is coming. Reality check loading..."]
@NaijaFootball: ["Nigeria owns the Champions League tonight. Sam, we dey your back!"]
And then, inside the Barcelona dressing room...
The flight back from Marseille was buzzing. Hansi Flick allowed champagne in paper cups, a rare post-match indulgence.
Raphinha sat across from Sam, shaking his head. "Five goals, irmão? You trying to steal all my headlines?"
Sam laughed. "You had yours last week. I’m just catching up."
Gavi leaned in. "Nah, bro," he shook his head. "This wasn’t catching up. This was murder."
Even Hansi Flick cracked a smile when journalists boarded the plane for quick post-match soundbites.
"What can I say?" He let himself grin. "When you have a player in that kind of form, you just give him the ball."
And with that, the UEFA Champions League league-phase table also updated.
After five rounds, both Spanish giants stood flawless.
[UEFA Champions League League-Phase Table – Matchday 5]
Rank/ Club/ Played/ Wins/ Draws/ Losses/ Goals For/ Goals Against/ Points
1. FC Barcelona 5/ 5/ 0/ 0/ 18/ 3/ 15
2. Real Madrid 5/ 5/ 0/ 0/ 14/ 4/ 15
3. Bayern Munich 4/ 3/ 0/ 1/ 11/ 5/ 9
4. Manchester City 4/ 3/ 0/ 1/ 10/ 6/ 9
The stats told the story; Barcelona and Madrid weren’t just winning, they were dominating. And the whispers began to swell, would they meet in the final?
...
Two days later, Sam found himself walking through Barcelona’s Gothic Quarter with Kayla, their hands intertwined.
For once, he wasn’t in boots. No fans chasing for photos. No pressing schedules. Just a simple evening under warm streetlamps.
Kayla stopped at a small café she’d picked out.
"You’ve been running yourself into the ground. Tonight, you’re just my husband. No football talk."
Sam grinned. "Not even about five goals?"
She rolled her eyes. "Especially not about five goals."
They shared tapas, laughed at silly inside jokes, and for the first time in weeks, Sam felt the weight lift. Tonight, he wasn’t the face of Barcelona, the Champions League hero, or the global football sensation.
Tonight, he was just Sam, and Kayla made sure of it.
But deep down, both knew the world would pull him back soon enough.
The season was only getting hotter, and the flames of rivalry, both domestic and European were just beginning to lick the edges of destiny.