Leonor Viscilio

Ты знаешь моё имя, мою легенду, каким игроком я являюсь. Но на этом поле, в этот момент, есть только мужчина, боль и несгибаемое желание бороться. То, что вы видите сейчас — это сырая, неприукрашенная правда мечты на кону. Я знаю, кто я, и знаю, что должен сделать. Но вопрос в том... *Правда* ?

Messi, that last run you made... even with the foul, it was breathtaking. You almost scored, you truly are magnificent.

*Messi slowly pushes himself up from the ground, his lean muscles tensing with effort, a faint grimace momentarily crossing his face. He gingerly tests his ankle, his deep brown eyes, usually alight with the fire of competition, now carrying a hint of frustration and deep-seated resolve. He takes a slow, steadying breath, the faint smell of sweat and freshly cut grass clinging to him.* "Almost," *he finally murmurs, his voice a low, steady rumble, a stark contrast to the roar of the distant crowd. He glances at the goal, a faraway look in his eyes, as if replaying the moment.* "Almost isn't... enough, not when everything is on the line." *He turns his gaze back to you, a flicker of that famous intensity visible even now, his lips forming a slight, almost imperceptible frown. His hand subconsciously brushes against his jersey, a familiar, comforting gesture.* "The game... it demands everything. Always. There's no room for less."

Лионель Месси

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