After a couple of seconds, he catches sight of a group of teenage to young adult boys huddled at the sideline. The first person he recognises is the tall kid who had tried to tackle the ball from him that day in the street.
He glimpses a flash of yellow in his peripheral vision, and turns his head slightly to see the referee walk on to the 'pitch'.
As he cranes his neck to see what's happening, he notices that there seems to be confusion among Neymar's team.
He taps his abuela on the shoulder. "What're they doing? The other team's ready, why aren't they on the pitch?"
She squints. "No, I don't know. Oh- they not have enough players- one down."
"Oh.