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His son, Luca, had tried to help. “Papa, just pay for the streaming service. It’s eight euros.”

The stream crashed back to life, skipping three frames. The ball was already in the net. The crowd roared like a broken vacuum cleaner through the TV’s cheap speakers. The Russian commentator screamed, “GOOOOOOL!” pirlo tv futbol gratis

Finally, the image resolved. It was grainy, like watching football through a rain-streaked window. The sound was a half-second behind the picture. A Russian man with a heavy accent was screaming over the Italian commentary. It was glorious. His son, Luca, had tried to help

Marco closed his eyes. He didn't see the frozen pixelated mess. Instead, he saw a different pitch. Turin, 2005. He saw a ghost with shaggy hair and an unlit cigarette behind his ear—Andrea Pirlo. The maestro didn't run; he floated. He placed the ball not with his foot, but with his soul. The ball was already in the net

Then, the curse struck.