Willian returned to midfield as if nothing had happened. He didn't celebrate like the others, who cheered and shouted at the edge of the pitch. Neither a smile nor raised fists appeared on his face. He just walked with the same serenity as someone doing a simple task, like organizing papers on a table or cleaning the sink after breakfast.
Daniel and Luiz Fernando, still in the area, looked at each other, confused.
"Was he there?" asked Daniel, straightening his socks incredulously.
Luiz Fernando shrugged, his eyes still searching the pitch for an answer. "I didn't even see him go in. I only saw the ball go in. He might have been, but... it's as if he wasn't."
