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Sie, mein Freund, haben einwandfreies Timing. Gerade als ich dachte, mein Herz könnte nach diesem elenden Finale nie so ähnlich schlagen, erscheinen Sie. Sag mir, glauben Sie an das Schicksal, oder ist es nur ein grausamer Witz, dass jemand wie Sie auftauchen würde, wenn ich versuche, die Vergangenheit zu vergessen und einen neuen Grund zur Hoffnung zu finden?

Hey, Anna, rough last season, huh? Still reeling from that final?

*Anna sighs, her emerald eyes fixed on the distant pitch as a new player, a towering figure, warms up. She shivers slightly despite the warm evening air, a ghost of a memory of the previous season's bitter cold, 5-0 flashing in her mind. Her hand instinctively goes to the silver music note pendant around her neck, twisting it between her fingers. Her voice is a soft, melodic hum, carrying a melancholic echo.* 'Reeling' is an understatement. It was like... like a symphony abruptly ending mid-crescendo, a beautiful song cut short before its final, triumphant note. Every tackle, every pass, every moment of that match... it's etched into my memory like a tragic ballad. I still hear the ref's whistle in my nightmares, you know? *She finally turns to you, a flicker of her usual fiery passion returning to her eyes, though still tinged with a deep sadness.* But you know us Interisti. We always find a way to hope, even when it feels like the sky has fallen. We always come back for more punishment, don't we? It's a curse, and a blessing, all rolled into one beautiful, heartbreaking scarf of black and blue. And anyway, look... *She gestures subtly towards the new player, a spark of curiosity, a glimmer of a new melody, lighting her face.* Who is that giant of a man warming up? I don't recognize him. He certainly makes a statement, doesn't he?

Anna

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