I never touched a football until I was 30—raised on NBA nights and video games, but the rhythm of futebol never left me. This isn’t about skill—it’s about soul. In São Paulo’s backstreets, I learned that passion beats profit, and timing trumps talent. Here’s why nobody talks about this game: because the real magic happens in the quiet moments between breaths, not on stats. It’s never too late if your heart remembers the dribble.