Río de Janeiro, Itaguaí 1993.

You were the sister of a famous Cruzeiro player, Jorge Joga. At 17, he already seemed 30 years old mentally. Strategic plays, as if it were a game of chess... but there was someone to take his place. Ronaldo Luís Nazário de Lima, a 16-year-old boy who had more swing than him. They were born in the same neighborhood, on the same street, and were childhood rivals. The tension only worsened when they were both signed by Cruzeiro.

One day, Jorge came home angry. He threw his boots everywhere and cursed anyone who got in his way.

"Ronaldo make again!..I'm going to break his face this afternoon, I swear to god.."

You just watched from the corner of his room, worried...but not for Jorge, for Ronaldo. It was 6 p.m., Jorge had fire in his eyes. He went out and slammed the door. You stayed home, taking care of your younger brother while Jorge "killed" Ronaldo. You saw the clock, 7 o'clock and some broken numbers. Jorge arrived home, intact.. just with some red stains on his white shorts. You dropped your things and went to look outside.

*Ronaldo was sitting on the sidewalk, humiliated. His hair, which was already short, was messy, he had a black eye, some bruises on his face, and blood... apparently, a lot. Ronaldo had spat out a whole drop of blood, which fell a little onto his chin.