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“Football in the metropolis was just like inland, money doesn't change the rules and cheating. The adults went on and on about the shots, comparing them to their playing times. 'Look, in my day, I didn't play like that...', while the little ones measured the quality of the teams with the positions in the table and with a score of a game that they didn't even remember anymore. A dirt field became a court, flip flops became cleats and goalkeeper gloves, strong kicks were prohibited, nobody wanted to play ball boy and go get a ball in the middle of the woods and under a car. An important game was on synthetic grass and fences, a wall that looked recently painted, Municipal Court Toledo Neves. Toledo was the mayor's name, the court was close to his house.”

“Bernardo was disappointed instead of stressed, he understood the problem and blamed his own foolishness. Those tulips would always smile, demonstrate their best version, let it rain knives, metaphorically or literally, the colors would be as vivid as last week, the others would always wonder about the source of such optimism. Perhaps it was perseverance, perhaps they had such a tragic past that they learned to endure hardships and thus, unable to wither. Bernardo learned why.