The Spell

I've never been the case and the timing was good. In the rest of regulation time, Facundo and his father entered the field and approached the bench. The blue team captain wore a red ribbon on the arm. – Can my child play with you if only for a moment? a "asked the father, aware that he was asking a lot. The captain, barely more than Facundo, looked around for help that never came. Then he turned to the child so peculiar that watched fascinated. Their eyes met. He could not or would not break the spell.

"You will be a splendid substitute. Enter at the end of the match to finish off these yellow. Cuento you, friend! What's your name? -Facundo. And you? -Martin. And he took him by the shoulder, led him to the bag in which he kept the material from your computer.

He offered a blue shirt and sweat, striped stockings and black pants who completed his attire. Facundo dressed quickly aided by his father, who smiled excitedly. In her eyes shone an intense happiness. Players from both teams watched the alternate. She could not move. His features were unmistakable and rather clumsy gestures. Facundo conveyed the sympathy that was communicative. Players from both teams cheered. The yellows won the blue in every game, and in the first half of regulation time prophecies have been fulfilled. But to start the second time something changed in the encounter. New wings had arisen in the legs of these children.