Diggers: Wow ...! Bravo! Nice shot!
He yells and shouts, cheering enthusiastically. But there's no pitch, no players; only one book opened before him, pages fluttering.
Diggers: ... What's that look on your face?
Melania: ... I just didn't expect you to find it enjoyable so quickly ... Not to mention this is the paper record of an old game. It is history.
Melania: But I'm glad to see you like it, Mr. Artist.
Diggers: "Artist"? No, no, I'm afraid you're wrong ...
It was never his strength to tell if someone was teasing him; but this time the long-haired man noticed the playful tone. He decides to defend himself.
Diggers: Paintings, music, sculptures, literature ... Are these the only few forms of art? No! Art resides in many things ...
Diggers: Art ... is the spirit that goes beyond forms!
The slovenly artist places his fingertip on the book.
Diggers: Tell me, what do you see in this? Two goals? Or the vital goal before the buzzer?
Melania: ...
Diggers: What I see here is passion, unity, perseverance, and sportsmanship!
He waves his arms in the air, as exhilarated as always.
Diggers: I sense life in this, and without life, there will be no art! Art lives on as long as there's life ... !
Diggers: So, my friend, listen up ...
He clears his throat, giving this impromptu speech a brilliant closing line.
Diggers: Only the physical forms of art will become history, not the spirit!
Diggers: ... Long live soccer! Long live art!
But the shouting is not greeted by any applause. The young lady looks down at the magazine, her mind trapped in her own world.
Diggers: Hah, new ideas always meet with rejections. Yes, that I'm used to ...
The young lady gazes at the dazzling golden cup on the cover, her fingertips slowly tracing the cup's outline. She hears nothing.
Melania: Only the physical forms of art will become history ...
Melania: ...
The paper flutters.
Melania: Perhaps ... "Ramirez" has never left me.
