Entre estadios y miradas

Entre estadios y miradas

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Isabel, una joven reportera y fotógrafa deportiva mexicana, consigue la oportunidad con la que siempre soñó: cubrir el Mundial de México. Entre conferencias, entrenamientos y estadios llenos de pasión, su único objetivo es demostrar que pertenece a ese lugar. Lo que nunca imaginó fue que aquel torneo cambiaría su vida mucho más de lo que esperaba. Jude Bellingham es una de las grandes estrellas de la selección inglesa. Acostumbrado a la presión, a los reflectores y a que millones de personas hablen de él, ha aprendido a mantener los pies sobre la tierra. Detrás del futbolista admirado por todos se esconde un joven amable, bromista y leal, que rara vez permite que alguien conozca la persona que realmente es. Sin embargo, todo cambia cuando una reportera mexicana comienza a formar parte de su día a día durante el torneo.
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