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The cold London morning wrapped itself in soft fog as the sun shyly peered through the skyline. Inside the Oliveira household, however, warmth radiated in abundance — not just from the central heating, but from the indescribable joy that came with new life.

Tobi Oliveira sat silently by the window, a swaddle cradled in each arm. His son — were still sleeping, their tiny chests rising and falling with calm precision. Emilia, resting in the bedroom after an exhausting yet triumphant delivery, had finally gotten a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. In the bassinet beside him lay their daughters —— sleeping soundly.

Tobi stared at them, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. He'd dreamed of many things: winning the Champions League, breaking records, becoming the world's best — but this… this was different. This was purpose. This was home.

"I'm going to protect all of you," he whispered, brushing a kiss over Aiden's forehead. "No matter what."

Training Ground: London Colney

Later that day, Mikel Arteta stood beside Edu, watching Tobi run laps.

"He's different now," Edu said, hands in his pockets. "Calmer. He doesn't force things anymore."

Arteta nodded. "Becoming a father does that. But he's also hungrier. You can see it in the way he presses. Like he's chasing something greater."

Tobi sprinted down the line, the wind brushing his cheeks, thoughts only momentarily leaving the image of Emilia holding all four babies in her arms. He wanted to make them proud. All of them. He wasn't just a footballer anymore — he was a father of four, a fiancé, a pillar of a family legacy.

Match Day: Arsenal vs. Manchester City – Emirates Stadium

The Emirates was packed. Red and white flags waved in unison as chants of "Tobi! Tobi!" thundered around the ground. This wasn't just any game — it was the title decider.

Emilia, wearing a fitted black coat, sat in the VIP section, her eyes glued to the pitch. Next to her, Leonor held one of the babies while the others were with Tobi's mother and a hired nanny.

Kick-off.

Tobi's first touch sent electricity through the fans. A backheel flick to Saka on the right. A one-two with Ødegaard. A left-footed curler that clipped the post in the 4th minute.

In the 17th minute, a long ball from Declan Rice found Tobi sprinting into the box. He cut inside Dias, faked a shot, then slotted it calmly past Ederson.

1–0 Arsenal.

He ran straight to the sideline, kissed his fingers, and pointed up to the box.

"That's for you, my family."

Halftime: Dressing Room Tensions

Though Arsenal was leading, Arteta's tone was razor-sharp.

"We're not done! Keep the intensity! Tobi, don't drop deep — stay between Stones and Dias. We exploit that channel!"

Tobi nodded, towel around his shoulders, mind split between tactics and thoughts of Emilia smiling with their babies watching the screen at home.

"You've got this," Ødegaard whispered beside him. "Do it for them."

Full-Time: 3–1 Arsenal

Another goal. Another assist. Tobi was on fire.

As he stood in front of the Arsenal supporters after the match, arms wide, the stadium began chanting:

"FOUR FOR OLIVEIRA! DADDY'S ON FIRE!"

He laughed, heart swelling. A chant born from fatherhood. Legacy written into the fabric of the club.

Post-Match: Home Sweet Chaos

The living room was alive with movement. Emilia was rocking Sofia while Leonor cradled Thiago. Aiden had fallen asleep in Tobi's arms. The twins were angelic. And yet, Tobi's mind was already racing.

Next week was Real Madrid in the Champions League. The semi-final. The one opponent he had yet to conquer.

"You think you'll ever slow down?" Emilia asked softly as she sat beside him.

Tobi shook his head. "No. Because I'm running for all six of you now."

She smiled, leaned in, and kissed him. "Just don't miss diaper duty tonight."

He laughed, a deep, full laugh that echoed through the house.

A New Fire

As Tobi stood later that night on the apartment balcony, overlooking the glowing London skyline, he thought back to the lonely nights — the system awakening, the silent promise to Emily, the suicidal moment in his past life that never came to pass this time. He was here. Alive. Fulfilled.

Now, he had four more reasons to keep winning.

The Emirates Stadium lights were nothing new to Tobi Oliveira. The roar of 60,000 fans, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, the heaviness of the Arsenal crest on his chest — all of it, he'd grown used to. But tonight? Tonight, it felt different

He sat quietly in the locker room, his head bowed, palms pressed together between his knees. The low murmur of teammates faded in the background as his thoughts spiraled toward earlier that morning — the tiny cries, Emilia's tired smile, and four tiny faces that had already changed his world forever.

"Oi, Tobi," Bukayo Saka's voice broke through the haze. "How you holding up, dad of the year?"

Tobi looked up and smiled faintly. "Running on two hours of sleep and a lifetime of love."

The boys laughed. Ramsdale clapped him on the back. "You're glowing, mate. Must be the 'quadruplet' magic."

But when Arteta walked in, the locker room turned silent.

"Tobi," Arteta's voice was low but firm, "you ready?"

Tobi stood.

"Born ready."

🔔 KICKOFF

From the first whistle, Real Madrid came flying. Vini Jr. and Bellingham pressed high, their pace electrifying. Arsenal barely had space to breathe. But Tobi… he was locked in.

In the 12th minute, he dropped deep to collect the ball from Declan Rice, turned swiftly between two white shirts, and pinged a diagonal ball to Martinelli streaking down the left. The stadium gasped. That wasn't just technique — that was vision. Fatherhood hadn't slowed him down. It had sharpened him.

"Vamos!" he yelled, urging the press higher.

⏱️ 32ND MINUTE – GOAL ⚽

A throw-in from Zinchenko landed at Tobi's feet near the edge of the box. With Camavinga closing him down, he did a quick Cruyff turn, shifted the ball onto his left, and curled it — inch-perfect — into the top-right corner.

GOAL!!!

"TOBI OLIVEIRA WITH A MASTERPIECE!!!" the commentator screamed as the Emirates erupted.

He didn't celebrate with a knee slide. No shirt-off, no dramatics. Just both arms raised to the sky, four fingers outstretched.

One for each child.

🔥 HALFTIME – ARSENAL 1 – 0 REAL MADRID

In the tunnel, Arteta walked beside him.

"You playing for something bigger now, huh?"

Tobi nodded. "I'm not just chasing trophies anymore. I'm building a legacy."

🧠 SECOND HALF – TESTED BY FIRE

Madrid came harder in the second half. Bellingham hit the bar. Rodrygo danced through the right flank. Courtois denied a sure Martinelli tap-in. But Tobi remained the metronome. His passes were crisp. His movement, razor sharp. Every touch reminded Madrid who they were facing — not just a star, but a man transformed.

In the 78th minute, the unthinkable happened. Real Madrid equalized. A corner, a scramble, and Antonio Rüdiger smashed it in.

1–1.

The away goal hit hard. Arsenal couldn't afford to slip.

⏱️ 89TH MINUTE – MAGIC

Then came the moment.

Odegaard clipped a lofted pass into the box. Tobi ghosted between Nacho and Carvajal, chested the ball down… and volleyed it past Courtois with ruthless power.

G O A L.

2–1.

The crowd went berserk.

Tobi ran toward the bench, motioned a cradle with his arms, and kissed his wrist — where Emilia's name was tattooed beneath four tiny stars.

🕊️ FULL-TIME: ARSENAL 2 – 1 REAL MADRID

They didn't keep a clean sheet, but they had the lead. And they had Tobi — a father, a warrior, and a magician.

🏟️ POST-MATCH – MEDIA ROOM

The reporters flooded in.

"Two goals tonight. Just days after becoming a father. How did you do it, Tobi?"

He smiled, his voice husky.

"Love fuels everything. I played for my babies tonight. And I'm just getting started."

Another asked, "What's next?"

Tobi leaned forward.

"Madrid. Santiago Bernabéu. We finish what we started."