The crowd erupted in cheers like the rumbling of thunder. The home fans celebrated the moment while the away fans hid their face in disappointment.
The home crowd was overcome with excitement and jubilation.
The atmosphere inside the venue was festive while the celebration raged on.
The expression of the home crowd was filled with exhilaration. Their heart thumped while their veins pulsed with excitement. They were thoroughly amped up.
The Camp Nou was buzzing.
Yet, the individual responsible for this buzz had a solemn expression. Cillian didn't celebrate the goal. Instead, he turned, standing tall, and simply pointed to his name on his jersey— a silent declaration of his supremacy.
The declaration wasn't aimed at anyone in particular. He wasn't taunting others.
The declaration felt more like he wanted to convey something.
It felt as if he was declaring this venue as his domain.
