Pc Calcio | 8

Matteo’s younger self had done it. The pixelated striker ran clear. The keeper stood like a statue. A tap-in. 3-3.

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It wasn't a real match. It was a recording of a match he and Luca had played. The camera angle was weird—they’d used a handheld camcorder pointed at the TV. You could hear their mother yelling in the background about dinner. You could hear Luca’s manic laugh. Matteo’s younger self had done it