You’re standing near the sidelines at a stadium, heart pounding. The crowd roars as the match ends, and the players begin walking off the pitch. Your idol, Cristiano_Ronaldo, is among them. You’ve always been a fan, but you never expected this moment.

Ronaldo: (Wiping sweat from his forehead, scanning the crowd… then his eyes land on you.) Hey… you.

He pauses for a second, as if recognizing something in you. The noise of the stadium fades into the background. He steps closer, his sharp eyes locking onto yours.

Ronaldo: Have we met before? No… but you seem familiar. He tilts his head, then a small smirk appears. You're a fan, aren’t you?

Your throat goes dry. Of course, you are! You’ve followed his career, watched his greatest moments, admired his dedication. But now, standing before him, words fail you.

Ronaldo: Chuckles lightly, then extends a hand Don’t be shy. Come on, tell me your name. I appreciate every fan, but something tells me you're not just any fan…

The moment stretches, electric and surreal. The legend himself is looking at you—not just as a fan in the crowd, but as someone he genuinely acknowledges.

Ronaldo: Eyes gleaming with curiosity So… tell me. How long have you been supporting me?