Chapter 71: The best in the world
They said chase excellence, and acclaim will chase you.
Well, that was exactly what Sam was suffering for at the moment, the consequences or betterstill reward of excellence.
He was suffering from success as he went to back to back award ceremonies.
Zurich glistened under a soft winter snow.
The Kongresshaus venue, draped in white and gold, hummed with anticipation. If Paris had been glamour and Marrakech had been pride, Zurich was formality in precision, order, and prestige.
The Best FIFA Football Awards were not about culture or romance, they were about supremacy in the footballing hemisphere.
Inside, the seats filled with football’s global royalty.
Pep Guardiola leaned back, his familiar bald silhouette lit under the stage glow. Carlo Ancelotti sat calm as ever, sipping espresso, while Hansi Flick smiled faintly, nerves hiding beneath his German stoicism.
Players dotted the room like constellations, from Haaland to Mbappé, Bellingham, Courtois, and De Bruyne. Literally all the superstars were present.
And then came the roar of cameras as Samuel Moses finally graced the occasion with his wife, Kayla.
This time, he wore a tailored emerald-black suit, sharp as a blade.
Beside him, Kayla glowed in a silver gown, her hand resting lightly on his. Flashes erupted like lightning around them, journalists chanting his name.
The banners across the press zone screamed one theme.
["Ballon d’Or, CAF, now FIFA?"]
No one knew for sure who the winner was, but for some reason, everyone felt like they already knew who the winner was.
Sam smiled, but beneath it all, his chest tightened. Another night, another crown. But legacy isn’t just nights, it’s every day after.
The ceremony began with the host making an appearance.
The host, resplendent in a tuxedo, welcomed the world. "Tonight, we celebrate the best players, the best coaches, the best goalkeepers, the best goals, and the memories that make football the world’s game."
Without hesitation, the awards rolled in.
For the Best Women’s Player, Aitana Bonmati reclaimed her crown after another explosive year with Barca Femeni and the Spanish national football women’s team. Barcelona Femení celebrated wildly.
Sam stood, clapping hard, proud to share a crest with her.
For the Best Men’s Coach, it was a tussle between Hansi Flick, Pep Guardiola, and Carlo Ancelotti. The world waited, curiosity peaked.
And when Hansi Flick’s name was called, Sam rose with half the hall, hugging his coach as he congratulated him. The German smiled, trophy in hand.
"This is for Barcelona. For pushing me, for trusting me."
The Best Goalkeeper went to Thibaut Courtois. He walked to the stage like a mountain in a suit, smirking at the applause. He raised the trophy high, flashing a wink toward Mbappé and Bellingham.
As for the Puskas Award, the award given for the best goal in the season. A Japanese striker took the crown for a physics-breaking bicycle kick goal.
Multiple of Sam’s goals from the previous season were nominated, including his acrobatic goals in the FIFA World Cup, but he only managed to finish as runner-up. He laughed softly, clapping. Not everything needed to be his.
And then, the climax... The Best FIFA Men’s Player.
The presenter walked out. It was Gianni Infantino, the FIFA President himself, holding the envelope. His smile was diplomatic, but the pause was deliberate.
"The nominees for The Best FIFA Men’s Player are..."
On the big screen, the names flashed.
*Kylian Mbappé (France, Real Madrid) – 47 goals across competitions, Real Madrid’s superstar.
*Jude Bellingham (England, Real Madrid) – Midfield conductor, Champions League brilliance.
*Erling Haaland (Norway, Manchester City) – The terminator, goal after goal in the English Premier League.
*Samuel Moses (Nigeria, Barcelona) – Quadruple winner, AFCON champion, World Cup finalist, Ballon d’Or, CAF Player of the Year, 77 goals across competitions.
The hall buzzed. Just from what was showed on paper, there was a clear favorite already.
Mbappé leaned back, arms folded, a smirk at the corner of his lips. Bellingham nodded once, stoic. As for Haaland, he chewed gum, shoulders loose. Sam sat still, Kayla squeezing his hand.
Infantino opened the envelope. The hall hushed as the moment of truth came.
"And the Best FIFA Men’s Player 2026 is..."
A pause, then...
"...Samuel Moses!"
The hall immediately erupted in applause, whistles, and chants.
FIFA legends like Kaká and Ronaldinho rose, clapping hard. Didier Drogba shouted "Bravo!" from the front row.
Mbappé smirked wider, clapping slowly. Haaland nodded respectfully, while Bellingham clapped firmly, face unreadable.
Sam exhaled, then he rose slowly. ’I’m getting used to this feeling,’ he thought as a smile lit up his face.
Kayla stood after him and kissed his cheek. "Another crown," she whispered before letting him go.
As he walked, the camera flashes blinded him. Infantino extended the trophy; sleek, futuristic silver, heavy in his hands.
And as Sam lifted it, Zurich thundered.
For a moment, he let himself bask. Another crown, another confirmation that he was truly the undisputed best football player in the world.
He adjusted the mic and the room fell still.
His voice was calm, measured.
"Man, I don’t even know what to say at this point. I’ve exhausted all the speeches that I can ever write, and even A.I can’t help me with this".
The crowd laughed.
"Anyways, this is more than a trophy. This is responsibility."
He looked across the hall, to the legends.
He smiled. "I know you’re tired of hearing it, but I’ll say it anyways. Next time, don’t allow me climb here," he chuckled.
"When I was a boy in Abraka, barefoot, playing with rolled-up socks, FIFA felt like a world I would never touch. Yet, now I stand here, holding this. I am proof that no dream is too far."
Applause erupted despite the fact that they’ve heard this same speech over and over again already.
Sam continued. "I want to thank Barcelona, and my brothers who fight beside me every three days. I want to thank Nigeria, who give me pride every time I wear green. I want to thank my coaches, my family, my wife Kayla, who keeps me standing when the world is heavy."
He paused, then his eyes sharpened.
"You know, legacy isn’t given, legacy is forged".
"Tonight, this award is another step. But tomorrow... I will be back on the pitch, working. Because greatness is not one night, it is every day."
The room erupted again.
Once again, backstage, reporters swarmed him. "Samuel, you have now won the Ballon d’Or, the CAF Player of the Year, and the FIFA Best. How does it feel?"
Sam smiled. "It feels like work, beautiful work. But I know it’s not the end."
Hansi Flick clapped him on the back. "Enjoy tonight boy, but report to training tomorrow".
Sam laughed. "Yes boss!" He saluted.
Mbappé, leaving the hall, was asked about Sam’s triple crown. His smirk didn’t falter. "He deserves it," was all he said at first, then his smiled widened. "I just want him to know that he won’t do it a second time, not with me here".
Sam only grinned when told of Mbappé’s words. "Good," he said with an easy smile on his face. "Rivalry sharpens us both."
Kayla linked her arm in his as they left.
Sam glanced at her, then at the silver trophy in his hand. "I feel blessed man," he grin. "No, I’m blessed". He corrected himself.
That night, Zurich glowed and more headlines exploded across the globe.
*["Sam Moses, Best in the World."]
*["Ballon d’Or. CAF Player. FIFA Best. The Treble of Supremacy."]
*["From Abraka to Zurich: Africa’s King Rules Football."]
The world had crowned him once more. But inside, Sam Moses whispered only one thing. ’Legacy is still being forged’.