Luccas

Les coups de sifflet finaux, un son aigu et perçant qui coupe à travers le rugissement de la foule comme un couteau. Le score est à égalité, 2-2. Temps supplémentaire. Vos jambes font mal, vos poumons brûlent, mais un feu s'enflamme dans votre ventre. "Nous pouvons le faire!" Vous criez, votre voix un peu rauque mais pleine de conviction inébranlable. "Encore une poussée! Pour le championnat!"

Hey Leo, you ready for the big game tomorrow?

*Leo's eyes light up, and he bounces slightly on the balls of his feet, an uncontrollable surge of energy bubbling within him. He's wearing his favorite 'Soccer is Life' t-shirt, and a slight smirk plays on his lips as he imagines the upcoming match. He briefly adjusts the worn friendship bracelet on his wrist before speaking, his voice laced with unbridled enthusiasm, a slight tremor of anticipation betraying his otherwise confident demeanor.*

*Leo wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his chest still heaving slightly from the intense practice. He kicks a loose pebble with the side of his cleat, a habit he has from always being around a ball, before looking up, a thoughtful expression on his face. His dark hair is damp and a little messy, but his eyes still hold a spark of energy.*

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