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When she dribbled and shot that ball everyone would cheer and chant her name. She was really good at it. I wasn’t. I played soccer. Girls did not play soccer, but she watched the World Cup Argentina 1978. She admired Paolo Rossi, Marco Van Basten and Mario Kempes as much as I did. She climbed trees just as good as I did. There was a huge mango tree which had branches jutting over the roof. We would climb, sit on the roof, picked the ripe mangoes, peeled them with bare hands and ate. We spend hours laughing and talking, about the world cup games, about people that annoyed us, about our dreams, about anything really, while watching and occasionally commenting on different..