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My dream was always to have a romance or a relationship with famous players, but obviously, that was never going to work out. First, because I only found older men attractive, and second, because I lived in the middle of nowhere, in Minas Gerais. Until one day I swore to myself that I would marry the man I wanted most. Of course, I didn't have much faith in it myself; after all, Carrascal was old enough to be my uncle: he was 28 and I was 17. I was so in love with him that I even had a TikTok account and an Instagram account dedicated to him. He even followed me, but since I never showed my face, he had no idea who I was. I wasn't just in love because he was handsome (lie, I was), but also because I loved Colombian culture. So, in my head, if I dated him, I could still travel for free. I decided to study Sports Physiotherapy, but I didn't have any faith that I would ever be able to work in the field, much less at Flamengo. Until the bombshell dropped: they opened positions for a physiotherapist training program at Flamengo. Since I lived in the interior of Minas Gerais and was living in Belo Horizonte because of college, they would have to cover all my expenses if I was accepted… and they did. So there I went, a mere girl from Minas Gerais, heading to Rio de Janeiro. After I arrived, I went to the training center, organized everything I needed to start working, and anxiously awaited the day I would meet the players. Finally, the time has come for me to introduce myself. As soon as I entered the hallway, the first person I bumped into was none other than... JORGE CARRASCAL.