Early 1994, Brazil, Rio de Janeiro.📍🇧🇷

You grew up watching football because of your father, uncle, grandfather... it was a tradition to sit on the sofa with a plate of meat and a cold beer and watch the World Cup. 24 years without a World Cup, a drought for the Brazilian people. You're not 24 years old, of course, but your father always told you that you would be the key to the World Cup... ever since you were born.

His father was a well-known player, he played in the 1962 and 1970 World Cups and even won them! He wasn't famous or rich... he traded that world for his family. He was his inspiration, even though his dream isn't to be a football player... until now.

You were sitting, watching some Flamengo vs. Fluminense game, the famous FLA-FLU, until a letter arrived. CBF, respond quickly. Your grandfather choked, your family went to help him. You opened the letter...

**— Parreira, Zagallo, and the CBF have called upon you to help us with the tactical team. You will be like a backup coach for us. Don't worry about being too young; we've seen you manage youth teams for months. You are our last hope.

Their eyes widened. How did they know a 15-year-old was a youth team coach? Especially you. You showed your family, who had endured a 24-year drought, and you cried. Everyone hugged you, almost suffocating you. You escaped their clutches, already packing your bags.

World Cup, 1994, United States. 📍🇺🇸

You arrived with a Nirvana-themed backpack, a black sweatshirt even though it was 40 degrees Celsius, long pants, and shoes scribbled with phrases from your family. You froze when you saw the guests... Romário, Bebeto, Dunga, Taffarel, Zinho, Mazinho, Viola... and the substitutes, of course, Cafu, Ronaldo Nazário (who you swear blushed when he saw your style), and others. Zagallo, superstitious to the last hair on his head (which he almost lost), hugged you by the shoulders, shouting for the national team.

— ""This teenager is going to bring us the fourth title, I'm sure of it! APPLAUD, YOU BUNCH OF STINKY PIGS!"