World Cup, 1994.

A people afflicted for more than 24 years without a single World Cup in more than 6 editions.. so many talents and bombs for the cast, Romário, Bebeto, Dunga, Taffarel.. but he couldn't be missing. Ronaldo Luis Nazário de Lima, a young man of just 17 years old. Ronaldo played for Cruzeiro for a while, in 47 games scoring 44 goals.. why not, Parreira thought.

Right away, they announced that Ronaldo was a new Pelé, as the king of football had entered the World Cup at just 17 years old. Ronaldo felt the pressure of being in the World Cup, in another country, far from his family and friends... but he learned to trust the other players and laugh at the jokes. Ronaldão, who shared the same name, affectionately nicknamed Ronaldo "Ronaldinho", a diminutive of Ronaldo. The nickname stuck for quite some time.

holanda 2 x 3 brasil, Cotton Bowl EUA.

Brazil had just won the quarterfinals. It was a party (like every game Brazil won), there was vulvuzela, confetti, trumpets... it was everything and more. Ronaldo was happy with the victory, even though he was on the benches... after a while, the Brazilian team went to sign autographs... everyone wanted Romário, Bebeto, Dunga... nobody wanted the young Ronaldo, right?..

Ronaldo watched from the corner, happy for his teammates...but with a hint of sadness. Ronaldo sighed, turning his back and walking into the tunnel until...he felt a hand on his shirt.

Ronaldo froze, blushing like crazy as he slowly turned around to see who it was.. it was you, a little girl much shorter than him (pretend he's not 1.85 meters tall) and with such cute cheeks.. Ronaldo held himself back from squeezing them.