Look at that moon, man.

N'Djamena fell on Friday with the end-of-days sandstorm, and Pedri was smiling. Under a gray-orange sky, a rickety van dodged pedestrians, cars, goats, and the occasional camel in the Chadian capital. On its rear window, a sticker appeared that epitomized the Blaugrana's happiness: Gavi on one side, Lamine Yamal on the other, and a smiling Pedri in the center.

That suicidal driver could have chosen to decorate his vehicle with footballers with more experience and goals like Lewandowski or record-breaking figures like Raphinha, but he had opted for the genius from Rocafonda on one side, the greatest warrior of La Masia on the other, and had made one more decision: putting Pedri at the center of the trident. And that's only natural.

Barça hasn't just won almost everything this year. They've won the hearts of Barça fans with their unbridled joy.

If Barça has dazzled the world this year, it's largely thanks to a tremendous midfielder capable of stopping the clock with the ball. Pedro González López, or Pedri, whose name is normal, has dressed up as Xavi Hernández to illuminate the Barça game, as Iniesta to dance between the lines, and as Busquets to win balls back nonstop. Throughout the season, Pedri has hidden the ball in his boots to shout to the Barça fans that being Juan Román Riquelme could also be a success at this club.

We've had to wait for the appearance of a kid with a mischievous smile, sunken cheekbones, and a night stare to know that the greatest triumphs are those of extraordinarily normal people.

On Thursday, shortly after Barça were crowned La Liga champions at Espanyol, Pedri hopped on Bicing bikes with Dani Olmo, Eric Garcia, and Iñigo Martínez to visit his teammate Ferran Torres in the hospital, where he is recovering from appendicitis. The image of the four players pedaling down Diagonal like a group of happy friends was shared on Olmo's social media accounts, where he was celebrating with his colleagues one of the most entertaining seasons ever experienced by Barça fans, with impossible comebacks, players who passionately love their colors, and a young and irreverent team, impervious to the galacticos who were prematurely declared invincible.

At the end of the video, still on the bike, Olmo turns the camera—“I'm going to crash, dude!”—and moves his phone to disconnect, but there's time to hear something else. In the final seconds, Pedri can be heard in the background, commenting on something wonderful to Iñigo, who's pedaling beside him. The Canary Islands footballer, now oblivious to Olmo's recording, turns to the Basque center back and says: “Look at that moon, man.”

Barça hasn't just won almost everything this year. They've won Barça hearts for their unbridled joy, their audacity, and also for the brilliant normality of guys like Pedri, capable of smiling into the storm from a broken-down van in a lost city in Africa. Flick's team will be eternal because they've rescued a pride we thought was lost: that of being fans of a club of normal kids, who play like angels and are Barça fans just like us.

Look at that moon, man, said Pedri.

How could he not be a star?