Leo didn’t understand the riddle. But he understood the date: tonight.
“One–one,” Leo whispered. “Sixty-eighth minute.”
“You’re an idiot,” Leo said. But he was crying.
So here he was, thumb trembling over the mismarcadores mobile site. The match had started ten minutes ago. The screen refreshed: 0–0. Then again: yellow card for Toledo’s center-back. Then: 1–0 Extremadura. Leo’s heart sank.