The Cursed Playmaker

Every great playmaker sees the game differently. They see the lines before they

are drawn. But tonight, the pitch feels cold. The silence of

eighty thousand empty seats is deafening. The geometry of the game has shifted.

Something is wrong with the tactical vision. White lines begin to burn into

the turf. Not for a pass. Not for a goal.

These are boundaries for something that does not play by the rules of men.

He sees the gap. The through-pass into the dark. But look at

who is waiting. Don't make the pass. Whatever you do, do not look