Leo stuck with Inter. His hands were sweating. 0-0. 85th minute.
Leo takes the controller. The worn, smooth plastic fits his palm like a fossil. "You don’t understand," he says, as the referee blows the virtual whistle. "This isn't a game. This is where I learned that even a left-footed ghost from Uruguay could make you feel like a god."
The son says, "Okay, that was pretty cool."
Leo smiles. His son frowns. "It looks terrible, Dad."
Leo stuck with Inter. His hands were sweating. 0-0. 85th minute.
Leo takes the controller. The worn, smooth plastic fits his palm like a fossil. "You don’t understand," he says, as the referee blows the virtual whistle. "This isn't a game. This is where I learned that even a left-footed ghost from Uruguay could make you feel like a god."
The son says, "Okay, that was pretty cool."
Leo smiles. His son frowns. "It looks terrible, Dad."
