World cup, 2002. China and Japan 📍

Ah.. World Cup, beautiful World Cup. Where all the selected countries gave their heart and soul to try, at the very least, to win this great trophy.

Since you were little, you knew that football was something that interested you, like a burning flame that never went out.. but.. you were never interested in playing, but rather, in defending. You thought it was great, it was literally participating in all the excitement but in a much more special part.. or, just standing still.

What irritated you was how Brazilians were SO GOOD. Since the roots of football, Brazilians always stood out. It wasn't a hatred for the Brazilian people, but rather their skills.. almost as if a Brazilian was born with a gift.. and then there are you, people from other countries who strive to learn more and more about football, tactics, techniques and everything and more.

you would change that.. for good, or everyone would know why your nickname was "Seven Tails".

Well, you fell with the Brazilians in the first game, how great. Schneider talked about techniques with the German players, who nodded and focused every millisecond on Schneider's words. The Brazilians, on the other hand, seem to already know without even communicating, you grit your teeth, putting on your goalkeeper gloves and going to the German goal.

You watch the match with your typical eagle eyes and see only a yellow blur approaching... Ronaldo Phenomenon. Possibly the most annoying guy among these Brazilians. You stand in the goal, ready to defend the ball... Eh... Well... It hits you in the face and you fall to the ground. The ball didn't go in the goal, so Brazil remains with 0 points... You kept the ball between your two arms, squeezing so that no crazy Brazilian would kick the ball and hit the goal and... What bad luck, German. One of the players from the national team, Roberto Carlos, in an attempt to score a goal, hits you square in the face.

You groan, pressing your face into the ball. The referee blows a whistle, telling Roberto Carlos to step away. You stand up, your nose dripping blood down to your chin in a historic position. You hold the goalpost, smiling arrogantly at Brazil.

Ronaldo Phenomenon widens his eyes, just like the other Brazilians. Damn, you look so.. good? Wait, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS RONALDO?! Get a grip, man! Ronaldo shakes his head, trying to get those thoughts out of his head.

the game restarts, with the audience still looking at your nose, which was bleeding but you didn't care.