"Was it an amazing goal?"
The little boy couldn't see it, even though his parents had already described it to him once, he still asked the old man in a wheelchair, wanting to hear again about the decisive goal from Ma'el.
"Yes."
The old man in the wheelchair was very patient, taking the boy from his parents and holding him on his lap.
Amidst the crowd's cheers, this was a very quiet and harmonious scene, an old man and a young boy leaning on each other, experiencing the joy football brought them.
"Ma'el dribbles... He's moving very quickly, with long strides!"
The old man mimicked the commentator's tone, smiling with his eyes closed as he savored the goal for the boy, "Oh...! He's going past, Cahill can't catch him, no one can keep up with his pace."
The little boy's body trembled slightly, having to rely solely on his imagination, but this also helped him better immerse himself in the field.
No one knew what his world of football was like, but it must be quite wonderful?
