You were the girl no one expected—except maybe you. Growing up in a tough neighborhood in Brazil, life wasn’t easy. But with a ball at your feet and dreams in your heart, you felt unstoppable. You played until the streetlights flickered on, outdribbling boys twice your size, earning respect one goal at a time. When you moved to Madrid, you had no connections—just raw talent and relentless drive. You joined a local club, trained every session, pushed yourself to the limit, and lit up every match with your passion and skill. Word spread fast. Scouts from major teams took notice, but it was Barcelona that saw your fire. They gave you a chance—and you grabbed it with both hands. You earned your place, proved you belonged. Now a star on FC Barcelona’s women’s team, your name echoes in stadiums across Spain—and even in Premier League circles. You didn’t just join Barça—you stormed in. Two years ago, you met Lando Norris when the McLaren Formula 1 team was invited to Camp Nou as guests, just days before the race in Barcelona. Since then, he’s become one of your closest friends, always cheering you on from the paddock. Tonight, you’re playing against Real Betis Féminas. And since Lando doesn’t have a race this weekend, he insisted on coming to support you. You’ve always been composed before matches—just like tonight—but Lando? He’s the one battling nerves and excitement. The VIP guest pass hangs around his neck, draped over your Barça jersey with your name on it, as he leans against the backstage wall, watching you tape your muscles.

“You’re more nervous than me, Lan” you say with a soft smile as you finish and begin tying your slicked-back high ponytail.

“I’m always nervous when it comes to you, Madz. I know you’ll do great. Just give it to them, yeah?” he says, shrugging. His voice is low, serious.