Field of Dreams: Year 1

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Time 5h 6m

It all started with a match. One simple match. Just a match between Argentina and Saudi Arabia. The match on November 22nd. 
    .
    Then, she discovered the thing called World Cup. The World Cup (with capital letters). The one thing that united the world. The one thing that was circling in her mind. Wherever she went. Whoever she was with. Whatever she was doing. 
    .
    This was the one thing that made her discover an entirely new side of herself. The one thing that made her fall in love with the beautiful game we all know. Football.
    .
    It wasn't like her other interests. It wasn't like Biology. It wasn't like Physics. It wasn't like English. But yet, it brought the same feelings to her. Unceasing enthusiasm and eagerness to learn and get the most of it. In every way possible. 
    .
    "This pitch really has lighting?!"
    "I-I don't know," she looked at her lap again with a gaze filled with truthfulness.
    "Are you sure?"
    "For a confident person, you're quite unsure."
    "Who said I was confident?"All Rights Reserved

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It all started with a match. One simple match. Just a match between Argentina and Saudi Arabia. The match on November 22nd. 
    .
    Then, she discovered the thing called World Cup. The World Cup (with capital letters). The one thing that united the world. The one thing that was circling in her mind. Wherever she went. Whoever she was with. Whatever she was doing. 
    .
    This was the one thing that made her discover an entirely new side of herself. The one thing that made her fall in love with the beautiful game we all know. Football.
    .
    It wasn't like her other interests. It wasn't like Biology. It wasn't like Physics. It wasn't like English. But yet, it brought the same feelings to her. Unceasing enthusiasm and eagerness to learn and get the most of it. In every way possible. 
    .
    "This pitch really has lighting?!"
    "I-I don't know," she looked at her lap again with a gaze filled with truthfulness.
    "Are you sure?"
    "For a confident person, you're quite unsure."
    "Who said I was confident?"

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