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CHAPTER 62 — "When the Game Refuses to Let You Rest"

Date: September 2, 2020

Competition: Paulista Youth Cup — Knockout Stage (Round of 16)

Venue: Estádio Municipal José Liberatti

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Three Days Later — No Time to Celebrate

There was no parade.

No rest.

No easing into comfort.

Three days after lifting the trophy at Arena Barueri, São Paulo U-15 were already boarding the bus again—legs heavy, muscles sore, minds still replaying the final.

Youth football didn't care about momentum.

It cared about schedules.

And the schedule was merciless.

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The Reality of Knockout Football

This wasn't a final.

This was worse.

Because one mistake here meant everything ends.

No second leg.

No redemption match.

No "next time."

Lose once—and the season collapses.

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Opposition — Guarani U-15

Guarani weren't glamorous.

They weren't technically beautiful.

But they were disciplined.

And more importantly—

They were prepared specifically for one player.

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Pre-Match — The Plan Against Him

Inside Guarani's dressing room, a whiteboard stood out.

One name written in thick marker:

ÁRMAN

Under it:

• Double-mark at all times

• Cut passing lanes

• Force him wide

• Foul early (but smart)

Their coach didn't raise his voice.

He didn't need to.

"Make the game ugly," he said.

"He won't enjoy that."

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Kickoff — Immediate Hostility

From the first minute, it was clear.

This wouldn't be football.

This would be attrition.

Árman received his first touch.

Shoulder into ribs.

No whistle.

Second touch.

Studs across his ankle.

Play on.

Third touch.

Pulled back by the shirt.

Referee warning—nothing more.

The message was unmistakable:

We are here to test how much pain you tolerate.

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Minute 9 — First Adjustment

Árman stopped dropping deep.

He stopped drifting wide.

Instead—

He stayed between the lines.

Invisible.

Waiting.

That alone unsettled Guarani's structure.

Because you can't mark what you can't see.

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Commentary

> "He's reducing his touches."

"That's dangerous—for Guarani."

"Players like him don't disappear. They wait."

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Minute 17 — First Flash

One turnover.

Just one.

Árman appeared suddenly, received on the half-turn, split two midfielders with a disguised pass.

Shot.

Saved.

But the crowd woke up.

So did Guarani.

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Minute 22 — The First Real Foul

Late.

Deliberate.

Studs on shin.

This time—yellow card.

The defender didn't protest.

He smiled.

Árman didn't react.

He pulled his sock up.

And asked for the ball again.

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Minute 29 — Physical Cost

The pace slowed.

Not because the match demanded it—

Because fatigue crept in.

Three matches in eight days.

Training sessions reduced to recovery.

Muscles responding slower.

Árman felt it.

But his decisions remained sharp.

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Minute 33 — Breaking the Pattern

Guarani expected him to pass.

So he ran.

Straight through the middle.

A defender hesitated.

That was enough.

Árman slipped past him, drew two more players, then laid the ball off at the last second.

Goal.

1–0 São Paulo.

He didn't score.

But he broke the resistance.

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Halftime — Silence

No celebration.

No shouting.

Both teams knew:

This match wasn't over.

Not even close.

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Second Half — Pressure Multiplied

Guarani came back angrier.

They pressed higher.

They fouled harder.

They rotated markers relentlessly.

Every time Árman moved, someone followed.

Then someone else replaced them.

A conveyor belt of aggression.

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Minute 52 — The First Mistake

Fatigue finally spoke.

Árman miscontrolled a ball.

Guarani countered.

Shot.

Post.

Gasps across the stadium.

That sound lingered.

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Minute 58 — Adaptation Again

Árman began playing one-touch football.

No dribbles.

No holds.

Just release, reposition, repeat.

He became a rhythm, not a target.

Guarani struggled.

Because you can foul a man—

You can't foul a tempo.

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Minute 64 — The Moment Everyone Missed

A simple pass.

Nothing special.

Except it split the defense perfectly.

The winger crossed.

Tap-in.

2–0.

Only three people understood what just happened.

Árman.

The assistant coach.

And Guarani's exhausted holding midfielder.

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Minute 71 — Desperation

Guarani scored.

Scrappy.

Ugly.

2–1.

Now the match became emotional.

Shouting.

Time-wasting accusations.

The referee losing control.

Exactly the environment Guarani wanted.

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Minute 78 — The Test

Árman received the ball near the sideline.

Two defenders closed.

One clipped his heel.

He stumbled—

But stayed upright.

The crowd rose.

He didn't rush.

He waited.

Then slipped the ball backward.

Retained possession.

Killed Guarani's momentum.

That decision mattered more than any goal.

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Final Whistle

São Paulo advance.

Barely.

Painfully.

But deservedly.

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After the Match — The Shift

This wasn't admiration anymore.

This was acknowledgment.

Opposing coaches stopped asking if he was special.

They asked how long they could keep him here.

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Knockout football didn't break him.

It revealed something else.

When talent meets fatigue—

Only intelligence survives.

And he had plenty of that.

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