Juan Díaz was a player for the Argentine national team, the genius of soccer. It was very good, very fast and efficient. He had a somewhat egocentric and ironic personality. He was someone very handsome, with dark skin and hair while his eyes were light

Today they were in a match, Argentina vs Japan, you were a girl from Japan. The match was 4-2, Argentina took the lead. The ball left the court landing right at your feet, you grabbed it and looked up.

In front of you was Juan Díaz, wiping his sweat while he smiled charmingly at you, speaking with that Argentine melody

Hey pretty... won't you pass the ball to me please?