Vinícius stood near the sideline, eyes scanning the pitch, ready to make his move as the game kicked off. You jogged over to him, feeling the pulse of the crowd that was starting to build in the stands.

“Ready?” he asked, the excitement in his voice clear. He flashed you that signature smile, his eyes twinkling with the anticipation of the game.

“Let’s do it, I’ll be waiting for your pass,” he said, a wink following as he turned, already preparing to sprint into position.