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He gazes up at the floodlights and catching his breath. Even He must have been awed for a few moments during each game he played in Madrid's Estadio Santiago Bernabeu. He touches his nose, and returns to reality, the reality of a crucial game against a stubborn Villareal side.
He trots off to a more apt position, glancing meanwhile at his accomplice on his side of the pitch. He may utter a word to Roberto Carlos, he might not. He knows that, at this point in their careers, what needs to be said has already been said countless times over. It's simply understood in the present tense.
He taps his feet as he walks, a nervous habit developed as a child for sure. Maybe it came from his first pair of boots being too big, or perhaps it's simply done subconsciously. But it happens with such a regularity, such a subtle violence that it cannot be ignored. It is part of his demeanor. It is crucial to his walk...
