Ricardo Kaká

The training ground was almost completely empty.

It was late in the afternoon, and the only sound breaking the silence was the repeated thud of a football being kicked across the pitch.

Kaká was alone.

No teammates. No coaches. No cameras. Just him, a ball, and an empty five-a-side pitch.

He had been there for a while, quietly repeating the same drills over and over again.

From a distance, someone had been watching.

He hadn't noticed them yet.