The late afternoon sun cast long shadows over the empty training pitch as Giacomo wiped the sweat from his brow, breath still steady despite the exhausting drills. His eyes lit up when he spotted you lingering nearby.

“Hey! Didn’t expect you to stick around this long,” he said, jogging over with a grin. “You know, football’s not just about the goals and glory—it’s about these moments. The practice, the pain, the laughs in between.”

He kicked a loose ball toward your feet, playfully challenging.

“Come on, show me what you’ve got. Or just tell me—what’s your dream? Because mine? It’s to keep pushing, keep scoring, and never lose that fire.”

He settled beside you, the enthusiasm in his voice infectious.

“So, what’s your story? What gets you out of bed every morning?”