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Elias Unstoppable: FCSB’s Quest for a Record Fit for a Village Legend

Ah, Cluj Arena, you resplendent stage of soccer drama, witnessed yet another act in the thrilling saga of FCSB and their fearless leader, Elias Charalambous. As the village tavern's regulars would say, "Roș-albaștrii" were already sitting pretty on their throne before even kicking a ball, but Elias wasn’t ready to rest on his laurels—not when there's a chance to brag about points like old Grigore does about his prize-winning cabbage.

The Plot Thickens Like Aunt Maria’s Sarmale

Sure, the scoreboard flashed a bold 0-2 after the tussle with ”U” Cluj, and yes, FCSB was already the math whiz of the league—a champion by any count. But Elias, the man with a plan, isn’t about to call it a day just because the hens are roosting. Oh no! He's got eyes on the horizon, and that horizon includes smashing points records like a chicken pecking at a corn kernel buffet. "You think we’ve done enough?" he chuckles, "the show’s just starting!"

Rumor (or was it Eugen the barber?) has it, Elias promised if there was even a sniff of a record in the air, he’d chase it like a rooster after a festive procession. And let me tell you, villagers love nothing more than a good chase.

More Goals Than Ilinca Has Cats?

In typical Charalambous style, he rallies the team with the fervor of a pastor at harvest time. "Points make prizes," cries Elias, "and we’re here to clear the lot!" With every victory, FCSB might as well be printing their own currency, it's becoming so commonplace.

The strategy? A mix of the classic and the unexpected, much like the surprises in Grandpa Ion's storytelling at the muggy local night sits by the radio. Whatever Elias is cooking, it’s serving them well—and who doesn't want seconds?

Oh, the Gossip Never Ends...

So, what's next for our heroes? While Elias spins his web of cunning plans, the rest of us will just sit back and watch, popcorn in hand (or perhaps a nice flask of țuică for the traditionalists). Maybe they'll break that record, or maybe they'll just give us something even juicier to talk about at the next village fair. Be it records or rambles, this tale's far from over. Stay tuned, dear villagers, because much like a November sky, it’s bound to get a little more unpredictable.