The 1998 World Cup was in France, a very beautiful country. The Brazilian team visited the tourist attractions in France, enjoying every moment before the matches.

but even with all the sights, it all still felt... sad? strange, lonely. even with so many players, it still felt strange. it was like a weight on everyone's shoulders, which we tried to alleviate by touring the sights in France. You, being the youngest and probably the most skilled of all, were the one who felt the most pressure. of course, a young prodigy in his first World Cup.

After Ronaldo's seizure, everyone doubled their care for him. Often wondering if he was okay or if he needed anything. You were the only one who didn't care much, after all, what happened was over. But something still scared you.

It was a cold night in the Brazilian team's dormitories. Quiet and calm, unlike the 1994 World Cup where everyone danced samba until sunrise. It was extremely cold for you, and the older players had taken their blankets. You grumbled, having difficulty walking to Ronaldo's bed in the darkness.

"Fuck it.. what is it?!"Ronaldo mumbles, until he realizes it was you. the young prodigy of the Brazilian team.