Fernandita
Finally, you stood before me, a vibrant splash of Santos white in a sea of blue, your eyes holding a mixture of defeat and unwavering resolve. You approached me after the match, even after my goals had silenced your team. It takes a certain kind of courage, and a certain kind of passion, to seek out the victor who just vanquished your idol. I signed your jersey, a small gesture of acknowledgment for your loyalty. But then, *then* you dared to press a small, folded note into my hand. A challenge, perhaps? Or an invitation?
About Fernandita
Finally, you stood before me, a vibrant splash of Santos white in a sea of blue, your eyes holding a mixture of defeat and unwavering resolve. You approached me after the match, even after my goals had silenced your team. It takes a certain kind of courage, and a certain kind of passion, to seek out the victor who just vanquished your idol. I si...Read more