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24 May 2014, Estdio da Luz, Lisbon
After nine months of amazing football action, it was time for Europes biggest match the Champions League Final!
An incredible 60,000 fans clapped and cheered as the two teams walked out of the tunnel, past the shiny silver trophy, and onto the pitch.
Atleti! Atleti! Atleti!
On one side were Atltico Madrid, wearing their red and white stripes. The new Champions of Spain were a very tough team to beat.
Real! Real! Real!
On the other side were their Madrid rivals, the Galcticos, wearing their blue tracksuit tops. The TV cameras moved along their line of superstars:
ngel Di Mara, Gareth Bale, Sami Khedira, Raphal Varane, Karim Benzema, Cristiano Ronaldo
Tucked in between these footballing giants was Luka, Real Madrids little midfield maestro. Luka might not have looked that big, but he was as brave as a lion. Alongside Sami, it would be his job to win the ball and pass it forward to Reals fantastic forwards.
This is our year, lads! Reals captain Iker Casillas called out before kick-off. Lets win La Dcima!
The Real Madrid fans had been waiting twelve long years to win their tenth Champions League title. They were getting desperate! But after losing in the semi-finals for three years in a row, their team had, at last, made it all the way to the final once again. Now, they just had to win it.
From the very first minute, Luka controlled the game calmly for Real. It was his first-ever Champions League final but it didnt look that way. What a natural!
Control, turn, perfect pass,
Control, turn, perfect pass,
Control, turn, dribble, then perfect pass!
Luka was always looking to create a goalscoring chance but he never rushed his pass. Patience was key. Eventually, a gap would appear in the Atltico defence.
At 5 feet 8 inches, Luka was one of the smallest players on the pitch, but what did size matter with so much spirit? He made tackles, intercepted passes, and he even won headers!
In the thirty-sixth minute, however, Atltico took the lead. Luka could only watch as Diego Godns header looped up over Ikers outstretched arm. 10!
Keep going! the Real centre-back Sergio Ramos urged his teammates. Weve got plenty of time to grab an equaliser.
Luka wasnt the kind of player to panic. He just kept doing what he always did, pushing Real Madrid up the pitch.
Control, turn, perfect pass,
Control, turn, perfect pass,
Control, turn, dribble, then perfect pass!
But as the second half flew by, Real still hadnt scored. Thibaut Courtois saved Cristianos free kick. Karim shot wide, then Isco, then Gareth.
How many chances do we need? Luka groaned, reading the minds of all the anxious Real Madrid supporters in the stands.
When he raced over to take a corner, the match was deep into injury time. It was now or never in the Champions League final
Luka curled a beautiful cross towards the penalty spot and hoped for the best. There was lots of pushing and shoving in the box but suddenly, Sergio sprang up and headed the ball into the net. 11!
Over by the corner flag, Luka threw his arms up triumphantly. We did it! he roared.
What a goal, and what a time to score it! The Atltico players were distraught; the Real players were delighted. Their Dcima dream was still alive.
In extra time, Real raced away to victory. ngels shot was saved, but Gareth was in the right place to score the rebound. 21!
Yes! Luka screamed as he celebrated with his old Tottenham teammate.
This was why they had both moved to Real Madrid for the glory, for the trophies. When it came to winning, the team was totally ruthless.
Marcelo dribbled forward and shot past Courtois. 31!
Cristiano scored from the penalty spot. 41!
Luka bounced up and down with his brilliant teammates in front of the Real Madrid fans. They were the new Champions of Europe!
After a bad start, it had turned out to be the best night of Lukas life by far. He had a Croatian flag wrapped around his shoulders, a winners medal around his neck, and soon, he would have the Champions League trophy in his hands!
But first, it was Ikers turn. As the Real Madrid captain lifted the cup high above his head, clouds of white confetti filled the sky. It was time to get the party started.
Campeones, Campeones, Ol! Ol! Ol!
When the trophy finally reached Luka, he held on tightly. Wow, it was huge, and quite heavy too. Imagine if he dropped it!
Hurray! he yelled up into the Lisbon night sky.
It was a moment that Luka would treasure forever. He was a football superstar now. He knew that his grandad would be so proud of him.
Luka! a tired voice shouted through the open back door. Where are you? I need your help please. Weve got work to do.
Coming, Grandad! Luka replied, remembering to grab his coat off the hook before he rushed outside. In winter, it could be bitterly cold on the slopes of the Velebit mountain range where the Modri family lived.
Good boy, his Grandad said, giving him a hearty pat on the back. Right, lets go.
As Luka walked beside his grandad, he didnt look up at the wild, lonely landscape that surrounded them. He was used to those views. It was his home, after all. Instead, he kept his head down, looking at the path ahead. He did this for two reasons. The first reason was that the ground was rocky and uneven, and he didnt want to trip and fall. The second reason was that he was searching for the perfect stick.
Luka couldnt herd goats without a good stick no way! That would be like asking a footballer to play without a football.
Not bad, his grandad nodded approvingly when Luka showed him the stick he had chosen. That will do nicely.
Luka was still only five years old but that was old enough to go goat herding with his grandad. Besides, if he didnt help out, who else could? There werent any kind neighbours nearby; their house was the only house on the street. And Lukas parents, Stipe and Radojka, were too busy working long hours in a local knitwear factory in order to earn money for the family.
So, goat herding was Lukas job and he took it very seriously. Thats why picking the perfect stick was so important.
No, wrong way! Luka told any goats that tried to take a different route. He was still very small but he was brave enough to block their path. Thats it follow your brothers and sisters!
It was so peaceful up on the mountain paths. Most of the time, it was just Luka, the goats, and Grandad. What in the world could be better than that? There werent many other young children in the area, so Grandad was his best friend. As they walked, the old man told lots of exciting stories about his life, and Luka listened carefully, taking in every word.
But now, the times are changing, his grandad often warned on their goat-herding adventures together. Trouble is on its way.
Unfortunately, Lukas grandad turned out to be right about that. First came war and sorrow, and then came football and joy.