The roar of San Siro was a living, breathing beast, a sound that wrapped itself around Leon Fischer and vibrated through his bones.

He stepped off the team bus, his Inter Milan tracksuit, and took a deep breath.

This was it. The Derby della Madonnina.

Inside the locker room, the atmosphere was a controlled storm.

Coach Chivu moved with a quiet intensity, his eyes sharp as he delivered final instructions.

Roberto Mancini, his assistant, offered calm, reassuring words.

Leon looked around at his teammates.

Lautaro Martínez. Julián Álvarez. Nicolò Barella and Hakan Çalhanoğlu.

Leon found his spot, pulling on his iconic No. 10 jersey.

The fabric felt light, yet carried the weight of expectation.

He thought about Xavi Simons (Potential: 94, Current: 86) on the other side, the rival playmaker.

As they walked out for warm-ups, the noise hit him like a physical force.

The stadium was a kaleidoscope of black and blue, with splashes of red and black from the AC Milan fans.

Leon jogged onto the pitch, the perfectly manicured grass feeling springy under his boots.

He looked up, trying to take it all in – the towering stands, the sea of faces, the banners waving.

During the warm-up drills, something new happened.

As he watched Lautaro Martínez take a shot, a faint, shimmering image appeared above Lautaro's foot – a small, almost transparent icon of a *leg and a ball*.

Then, as Lautaro followed through, the ball rocketed towards the goal.

He watched Nicolò Barella make a pass, and this time, a *leg and a swirling arrow* appeared above his foot. The ball zipped perfectly to a teammate.

He saw Cole Palmer (Current: 85) winding up for a cross, and sure enough, a *leg and a curved line* appeared. The cross curled beautifully into the box.

A split-second glimpse into what a player was about to do. A shot, a pass, a dribble, a tackle.

It was like his 'Vision' (95) attribute wasn't just about seeing space on the field, but seeing *time* itself, a tiny fraction into the future of a player's intent.

"..."

The warm-up ended, and the teams retreated to the tunnels.

The tension was almost unbearable. Then, the whistle blew. It was time.

The teams walked out to a thunderous ovation. The San Siro was shaking.

The referee blew his whistle, and the Derby della Madonnina began!

Inter started strong, pressing high, trying to unsettle AC Milan. Leon, playing on the left wing, felt the ball at his feet early.

He looked up, scanning the field, and saw the familiar 'Current' ratings of his teammates and opponents.

He also saw the faint, shimmering icons now.

Above an AC Milan defender, a *leg and a block* appeared – a tackle was coming.

Leon shifted, a quick feint, and the defender lunged, missing him completely.

He was adapting, already using this new sight.

AC Milan, however, were not to be underestimated.

Their 4-2-3-1 formation was fluid, and Xavi Simons (Current: 86) was a whirlwind in the attacking midfield.

He drifted, he darted, always looking for space.

"Simons receives it!" the commentator's voice boomed through the stadium speakers.

"He's quick, he's agile! Barella is on him like a shadow!"

Leon watched as Simons received the ball.

Above Simons' foot, a *leg and a quick zigzag* appeared.

A dribble!

Simons twisted, leaving Barella (Current: 88) momentarily wrong-footed.

Then, a *leg and a through-ball arrow* flashed.

Simons threaded a pass through Inter's defense, finding their striker.

"Oh, a dangerous ball!" the commentator exclaimed.

"..!"

"But Handanović is out quickly to smother it! What a save!"

Inter's defense held firm, but Simons was a constant threat.

Coach Chivu's plan was to cut off his supply, but the young Dutchman was too clever, finding pockets of space where none seemed to exist.

Leon knew he had to make an impact. He needed to use his own unique abilities. He dropped deeper, looking for the ball, trying to draw out the AC Milan full-back.

Hakan Çalhanoğlu (Current: 86) received the ball in midfield, and above his foot, Leon saw a *leg and a long, diagonal pass*.

"Hakan to Leon!" the commentator's voice rose. "A beautiful cross-field ball!"

The pass was perfect, landing at Leon's feet on the left wing. He took a touch, controlling it instantly.

An AC Milan defender rushed towards him, and Leon saw the *leg and a lunge* icon appear.

He feinted inside, then exploded to the outside, leaving the defender sprawling.

He was in space!

He drove towards the box, the crowd roaring. Another defender, a midfielder this time, closed in.

Leon saw the *leg and a slide tackle* icon.

He chopped the ball back, the midfielder sliding past him harmlessly. He was inside the box!

The goal was in sight.

He looked up, and saw the goalkeeper's 'Current: 85' rating, but also a faint *diving save* icon appear above his hands.

He knew the keeper would anticipate a shot to the far post.

Leon decided to surprise him. He shifted his weight, faking a shot with his right foot.

The keeper leaned slightly.

Then, in a flash, Leon unleashed a powerful shot with his left foot, aiming for the near post, a place the keeper hadn't fully covered.

BOOM...! The ball rocketed off his boot, a blur of white. The keeper dived, but it was too late.

The ball whistled past his outstretched fingers.

GOOOAL!

The net rippled violently. The stadium erupted!

A deafening roar of black and blue joy.

Leon slid on his knees, arms outstretched, a wide grin splitting his face.

His teammates swarmed him, Julián Álvarez (Current: 87) and Lautaro Martínez (Current: 88) the first to embrace him.

"What a finish, Leon!" Lautaro yelled over the noise, clapping him on the back. "Magnifico!"

"Leon Fischer! The wonderkid opens the scoring in the Derby della Madonnina!" the commentator's voice was almost lost in the pandemonium.

"What a moment for the seventeen-year-old! A brilliant individual effort!"

It was the 25th minute, and Inter Milan were 1-0 up. Leon felt a surge of exhilaration, a deep satisfaction.

This was what he had dreamed of.

But the Derby was far from over. AC Milan pushed back with renewed vigor.

Simons, stung by the goal, seemed to elevate his game even further. He was everywhere, pulling strings, creating chances.

In the 35th minute, a quick counter-attack from AC Milan caught Inter slightly out of position. Simons received the ball on the edge of the box, and Leon saw the familiar *leg and a ball* icon, but this time, it was accompanied by a powerful, arcing trajectory line.

A shot was coming, and it looked dangerous.

"Simons! He's got space!" the commentator shouted. "He shoots!"

**WHISSSHH!** The ball flew, a curling effort aimed at the top corner.

Handanović (Current: 85) stretched, his fingers brushing the ball, but it wasn't enough.

GOOOAL!

The red and black section of the stadium exploded. AC Milan had equalized.

It was 1-1.

The game was a breathless, end-to-end affair. Both teams were attacking with ferocity, neither willing to give an inch.

Leon continued to use his new "vision," seeing the subtle hints of future actions, allowing him to anticipate passes, avoid tackles, and create space.

He saw a *leg and a powerful tackle* from an opponent, and he'd adjust his dribble.

He saw a *leg and a weak pass* from an AC Milan midfielder, and he'd instantly press to intercept.

The clock ticked towards half-time.

The intensity never wavered. Every tackle was fiercely contested, every pass weighted with precision. The score remained locked at 1-1 as the 40th minute approached.