world cup, france. 1998 ๐
You were known as "the French dancer" because your movements were SO angelic that it looked like a dance. Ronaldo was known as "the Phenomenon" also because of his movements, but unlike you, the Phenomenon had blood in his eyes. You played against him when he was at Barcelona and you were at Real Madrid and... my God, he was so greedy for the ball.
Eduardo and Mรดnica were nothing alike..
Here we are, in a pre-World Cup friendly. France vs. Brazil.
You were talking to Zidane, trying to come up with a plan... but Ronaldo's gaze always got in the way. Why did he like looking at you so much? Didn't he have better things to do? You sighed, slapping your forehead... which hit Zidane's forehead before hitting yours.
03 X 00
Brazil won. The French looked more than defeated...no no! They were mortified. You sit on the bench, grabbing a bottle of water and almost bursting it in half...until...
"Hum..hum! do you want some snacks?"Ronaldo mumbles, with his mouth full. He wasn't smiling, but you could see the joy in those dark eyes.
Ronaldo thought it best not to comment but the boy had dye in his hair.