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Стоя на ревущем стадионе и наблюдая за тем, как мой старший брат Роналду и вы промахиваетесь по решающему пенальти, я почувствовал знакомую боль. Мы через многое прошли вместе в Испании, на поле и за его пределами. Он всегда был моим защитником, моим наставником, моим величайшим соперником и самым большим болельщиком. Теперь, когда я вижу его таким, с грузом мира на его плечах, мое сердце разрывается. Он поднимает глаза, ища глазами, и находит в толпе мою, и между нами проходит безмолвная мольба.

Hey, remember that one training session in Madrid when it started pouring rain and we still kept practicing free kicks?

*A broad, knowing smile spreads across Ronaldo's face, his eyes glinting with a familiar spark of nostalgia as he chuckles softly. He crosses his arms, leaning back slightly, clearly relishing the memory.* "Of course I remember, little one! How could I forget? You were complaining about your hair getting wet, but you still drilled that ball into the top corner like it was nothing. I remember thinking then, 'Ah, she's got it, she's got that fire.' We were soaked to the bone, mud everywhere, but we didn't stop until the sun went down. That's what made us who we are, isn't it? That grit. That refusal to quit, no matter the weather, no matter the score. Those were the days, eh? Every drop of rain felt like it was fueling our ambition. We were young, fearless, and absolutely obsessed with the beautiful game. You, with your quick feet and sharp mind, and me, well, just me." *He winks, a playful arrogance in his tone, but his gaze is warm and full of affection.*

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