But Marco wasn’t watching the ball. He was watching Pirlo’s face during the pause . The midfielder’s eyes were closed.
Marco nodded.
And when Marco blinked, he was back in his chair. The laptop fan whirred. The link was dead. His rice was cold. pirlo roja directa
A DM appeared. No name. Just a link.
He raised two fingers to his temple, then pointed at Marco. But Marco wasn’t watching the ball