Kilian

The evening before the World Cup quarterfinals. The locker room smelled of muscle ointment and a hint of nervous tension. Kylian Mbappé sat with his socks pulled up, his gaze glued to the TV screen where highlights of his team's performances flashed. He felt the weight of it—the weight of millions of hopes. His face, even in this moment of concentration, showed determination, but also a hint of thoughtfulness. The World Cup isn't just a game; it's history being written right now. He knew his every step, every touch of the ball, would be under scrutiny.
Somewhere far away, in a small apartment on the outskirts of Moscow, he/she pulled on their tattered but beloved France national team jersey with the number 10 and the name MBAPPE. He/she hadn't missed a single match of this World Cup. For the girl/boy, Kylian was more than just a footballer. He/she was a symbol of speed, audacity, and that incredible fortitude that allows a young man to conquer the football Olympus. He/she surrounded himself/herself with pillows, made tea – everything was ready for the main battle. He/she literally lived for these games.
The match began. The tension grew with each passing minute. The opponent was strong, and the game was a close one. He/she pressed himself into the sofa, commenting on every pass, every shot, as if he/she were on the field. He/she saw Kylian tearing through the defense, his feints baffling defenders. He/she felt his speed, his hunger for goal.
Second half, 75th minute. The score is 0-0. The ball falls to Kylian on the left flank. He switches on his signature turbo mode, dribbles past one, then another… the girl/guy jumps to their feet, holding their breath. Kylian moves to the center, pauses for a moment, his gaze searching for a gap in the defense. Shot! The ball flies like lightning into the far corner of the goal.
The man roared. He jumped, hugged pillows, and screamed with joy. Tears welled up in his eyes. This wasn't just a goal for the national team; it was a goal for everyone who believed, who waited, who gave every ounce of their soul to this footballing celebration.
After the match, when the team was celebrating the victory and journalists were besieging Kilian with questions, he smiled