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I knew the beard before I knew the shirt.
The toga was gone.
The black-and-blue stripes were new.
The staff had been fitted with a golden football, which suggested somebody at Inter had solved recruitment by signing weather.
He stood beside the pitch with glowing eyes, white hair, one boot resting on a ball and the posture of a man who had once thrown lightning at goblets and now intended to explain midfield through multiplication.
I had seen this management style before.
I selected €1.50.
The first spin filled the six reels with Inter badges, silver trophies, blue footballs, white snakes and jewel-shaped symbols in the club colors.
Eight Inter crests landed across the screen.
Not in a line.
Not in formation.
Not even pretending to pass.
They were simply present in sufficient numbers.
The club badge paid anywhere.
Inter had fielded itself in six separate columns and called that possession.
The crests disappeared.
Other symbols tumbled into the gaps.
A golden football surrounded by divine wings dropped onto the grid.
x4.
Trophies connected around it.
The trophies vanished.
Blue gems followed.
The tumble ended.
The €3.60 gathered by badges, cups and polished geometry became €14.40.
The bearded man lifted the staff.
The stadium flashed.
I recognised the routine completely.
He used to stand in the clouds throwing multipliers at crowns, rings and goblets.
Now he wore an Inter shirt and aimed the same arithmetic at footballs, trophies and the club crest.
The old god had changed kit.
The tactics had survived untouched.
That was Gates of Inter.
The stadium curved around the reels under a deep blue sky. Floodlights burned from both sides. The pitch glowed below the symbols while the crowd sat behind enough divine cloud to make the upper stand technically part of Olympus.
The god’s Inter shirt carried black-and-blue stripes.
The club badge sat on his chest.
The golden football on his staff glowed brighter than the ordinary blue balls inside the game, establishing a clear theological hierarchy among sporting equipment.
The white snake was the best-paying normal symbol.
The silver trophy followed.
Then came the Inter badge and blue football.
The jewels occupied the cheaper end of the squad.
No actual players appeared on the reels.
Inter had sent the badge, the cup, the ball and a snake.
The god stood outside the grid as the entire coaching staff.
The tumbles kept producing strange football.
Ten Inter crests won without touching.
They disappeared.
Trophies fell into the spaces and missed the minimum count by one.
The stadium had enough club identity to fill the away section and one cup too few to celebrate anything.
A golden multiplier football landed with x6 during another spin.
Seven blue balls sat around it.
No eighth.
No win.
The x6 did not count.
The most powerful football in the stadium had arrived surrounded by ordinary footballs and found nobody eligible to play football.
It vanished after the dead spin.
The god remained beside the pitch, gripping the staff and looking as though the tactical failure belonged to gravity.
The Scatters were gold stars.
They landed anywhere.
One appeared on the left.
Another stopped near the middle.
The third did not come.
A later spin produced three stars and one Inter crest in the final empty position.
The club had qualified for nearly everything except qualification.
The Super Scatter looked different.
It carried the Inter badge inside a blue circle with SUPER SCATTER burning underneath.
The first one landed alone.
The stadium flashed harder than the result deserved.
The symbol sat between two trophies and a green jewel.
Nothing happened.
The star signing had arrived before the rest of the squad and spent the spin standing beside silverware.
The trigger came much later.
One ordinary star landed on the first reel.
Another stopped on the third.
The Super Scatter appeared on the fifth.
The final reel brought a fourth standard Scatter.
Three gold stars and one extremely important Inter badge filled the screen.
The Super Scatter combination paid 100x immediately.
€150.
Then fifteen Free Spins opened.
The club’s most expensive symbol had collected its appearance fee before kickoff.
It would not appear during the feature.
The Super Scatter had signed, posed for the photograph, taken one hundred times the stake and become unavailable for selection.
The actual match began without it.
The first Free Spin produced trophies and an x3 multiplier football.
Enough cups landed to win.
The golden ball joined the sequence.
x3 entered the persistent total.
The trophies paid €5.40.
Inter’s opening attack had been conducted entirely by silverware.
No player.
No blue football.
Just trophies scoring while the god watched from the touchline.
A few spins later, Inter crests connected.
An x5 multiplier landed in the same round.
The existing x3 accepted it.
x8.
The badge win reached €19.20.
The club had beaten geography again.
Its crests could occupy any part of the screen, ignore formation and still combine as long as enough copies attended.
The next major multiplier was x50.
It descended in gold.
The stadium brightened.
Seven blue footballs were visible.
Seven.
One more would have produced a win and allowed the x50 to join the feature total.
The missing ball did not arrive.
The x50 remained on screen beside seven perfectly ordinary footballs, none of which could organise an eighth.
The largest signing of the match completed its warm-up and never entered play.
The spin ended.
The accumulated multiplier stayed at x8.
The god stared at the grid with one foot still planted on a ball.
He possessed the missing football personally and refused to lend it.
The snakes produced the next useful sequence.
White coils landed across the reels in sufficient numbers.
A golden x12 football appeared among them.
The snakes won.
The x12 joined the stored x8.
x20.
The payment reached €36.00.
The first serious attacking move of the feature belonged to reptiles.
Inter had badges, trophies, balls and a divine midfielder.
The snake found space.
Three ordinary Scatters landed together a few spins later.
They did not need a fourth during the feature.
Five extra Free Spins arrived.
Stoppage time had been awarded in complete blocks.
Not four minutes.
Not six.
Five full additional spins because three gold stars had appeared while the match was already running.
The feature expanded from fifteen rounds to twenty.
The Super Scatter remained absent.
Its contract clearly did not include extra time.
The x20 multiplier stayed beneath the reels through several smaller wins.
A group of green gems paid through it.
Then purple jewels connected.
The crowd applauded precious stones while every football on the screen remained decorative.
Near the end of stoppage time, a golden x25 football landed.
Blue footballs filled the reels around it.
Enough this time.
The balls won.
The x25 joined the existing x20.
x45.
The ordinary footballs had finally completed an attacking move during a football slot.
It had taken eighteen Free Spins, a divine coaching staff and a cumulative multiplier large enough to require its own scoreboard.
The raw payment was €1.20.
x45 turned it into €54.00.
The stadium erupted.
The god raised the staff.
Blue light crossed the stands.
Inter badges flashed around the result despite not participating.
The ball had scored.
The badge celebrated.
The bearded man claimed the assist.
The final spins produced one small trophy win and a collection of gems that ended before another multiplier could join.
The accumulated x45 remained ready beneath the screen.
No winning count arrived.
The feature closed at €131.40.
The Super Scatter had earned €150 for appearing on the triggering spin.
The entire team, across twenty Free Spins, had earned less than the badge collected in the tunnel.
I was comfortably ahead.
I stopped there.
The stadium remained full.
The bearded god stood beside the pitch in black and blue, staff upright, one boot resting on the football.
The highest-paid member of Inter had already gone home.
3 Wonders Zoo gave me hope just to sell it back at 2x.