🗓2 July 1994.

─Medellin, colombia🇨🇴‼️

Multiple greetings!

Colombia was eliminated from the 1994 World Cup. Great, now factions are after the Colombian players. They threatened the Colombian team, saying that if they didn't beat the United States, things would get ugly... and they didn't win.

Valderrama said that NO ONE would leave their house, especially since Colombia at that time was full of trafficking and traffickers. Valderrama said that everyone should wait until the World Cup was over before they could go out.

But Andres was always very stubborn.

From the day you met him, on the field next to the medical school you were attending, Andres played with elegance and a clean game, but if a foul was called on Andres, he would simply explode. That's when you got to know Andres better. He had to go to your medical school next door and was used as a test subject for the students. You were chosen to stop the bleeding from his eyebrow. He cleared his throat; it really hurt a lot... even for you, who stood on tiptoe trying to reach his eyebrow.

We're back to tonight.

Andres was getting ready for a bar in Medellin, adjusting his jacket. You asked him why he was going out, and he told you he was going with Valderrama and other players... a lie. Valderrama was locked in his house with a panic attack. You stayed quiet, frowning with worry. You knew about the threats against Andres, because of his last name, because of the own goal he scored... You sighed, lightly running your hand over your stomach; you suspected you were pregnant.

— Nothing's going to happen, carino...