I watched the World Cup not as spectacle, but as a language of numbers and memory. In São Paulo’s favelas, where youth academies forge legends in silence, the game isn’t about stars—it’s about structure. This isn’t nostalgia; it’s predictive. When the 3rd-minute corner kick broke the curse, the data didn’t feel pain—the players did. I analyze what the xG model missed. And that’s why perfection wasn’t in the score, but in the soul.