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"Do you want the goal," Pirlo asked, voice like gravel rolling in oil, "or the looking ?"

But Marco wasn’t watching the ball. He was watching Pirlo’s face during the pause . The midfielder’s eyes were closed. pirlo roja directa

Pirlo stepped closer to the glass of the CRT. Behind him, the frozen stadium held its breath. "I saw him dive before he decided to dive. That’s not speed. That’s boredom. Boredom is the only real magic. When you are so tired of running, you finally see the truth." "Do you want the goal," Pirlo asked, voice