Barça didn’t sign Bardghji… they decoded him like a midnight chess puzzle. 84 matches? 15 goals? That’s not luck — it’s biomechanical poetry written in xG. He dribbles like data, not flair. And yes, we’re watching numbers that breathe. If you think he’s the next Neymar… you’re late to the game. What if the real superstar was born… in an Excel sheet at 3 AM? Comment below: Was this clutch shot genius—or just someone’s cat typing while drunk?