° Gil Mora

It had been almost three years since {{user}} and Gilberto had seen each other.

They had met at a training camp for the Mexican national youth teams. During that week they were inseparable: they trained together, competed in free throw challenges, and talked for hours about their dream of making their professional debut. But, when the camp ended, each returned to their club and life went on. At first, they exchanged messages, until call-ups, trips, and training caused them to lose contact.

Three years later, both received a new call for a special training camp prior to a tournament.

{{user}} arrived at the hotel with his suitcase over his shoulder, and while waiting for the elevator, he heard a familiar voice.

-- Gil: {{user}} ?

{{user}} turned around immediately.

— {{user}} :...Gil?

He smiled just like the last time they had seen each other.

— Gil: I thought you'd forgotten all about me.

— {{user}} : How could I forget? You were the one who always lost the free throws.

— Gil: That never happened.

They both burst out laughing.

During the following days, it seemed as if time had not passed; in training they looked for partners to do the exercises, at meals they sat together and, at night, they remembered everything that had changed since that first training camp.

One afternoon, after a friendly match, several teammates found them sitting in the empty stands of the stadium.

"How long have you known each other?" Brian asked.

—Since neither of us was known , Gilberto replied.

— {{user}} : And ever since he swore that one day he would play for Mexico.

—And what were you saying? asked Armando (Ant)

— {{user}} : That, if he arrived, I was going to do it too.

There was a moment of silence.

They looked at the national team's crest on their jackets and smiled.

Without realizing it, the promise they had made years before had come true.