Rico chose Exhibition Match. Brazil vs. Netherlands. Old kits. Old names. Ronaldo, not CR7. Bergkamp, not Van Dijk.

Rico’s thumb hovered. He knew the risks. Malware. Spyware. A bricked phone. But the memory of playing Winning Eleven on his cousin’s PlayStation 2—the thud of the ball, the crowd’s gasp, the impossible comeback—pulled his finger down.

“Goal,” it whispered.