Renan laughed nervously. “What does that mean?”
Marquinhos had the ball at midfield. Renan’s cursor hovered over the “Substitute” button. He could pull him out. He could change history. brasfoot registrado
During the first game of the Paulistão, Marquinhos did something unnatural. The ball was going out for a goal kick. Marquinhos didn’t chase it. Instead, he walked toward the corner flag, looked directly at the stands—no, directly at the screen —and shook his head slowly. The in-game engine had no animation for that. Renan laughed nervously
“Obrigado por registrar. A responsabilidade agora é sua.” (Thank you for registering. The responsibility is now yours.) he walked toward the corner flag
A password prompt appeared. Out of boredom, he typed his birthday: .