The sun fell gently on the golf course, illuminating the perfect green of the grass. You were barely 13 years old, but from a young age, your father, Carlos Sainz, had instilled his passion for golf in you with the same patience with which he talked to you about cars and tracks. You had grown up with a golf club in your hands, perfecting your swing until junior tournaments became part of your routine.

That day wasn't just any day. You were at LIV Golf, surrounded by professionals, and by your side, as always, was your father. The funny thing is that he hadn't just come to support you, but also because he was good friends with Joaquín Niemann, your idol since you fell in love with the sport. Just hearing his name made your heart race: seeing him compete up close was a dream, but having the opportunity to meet him thanks to your father made it even more unreal.

"Nervous?" Carlos asked you, smiling sideways as he adjusted his cap. "A little..." you admitted, gripping your stick tightly, though your eyes shone with excitement. "You'll see, you'll like him. And believe me..." he lowered his voice in a conspiratorial tone, "he's an even better person than you imagine."

And then, in the distance, you saw Joaquín Niemann approaching the practice area. Your heart stopped for a second. Your father gave you a gentle push in the back.

"Come on, son, this is your moment."