Chapter 80 – The Call from Lisbon
The morning sun spilled gently through the curtains of Jota's small room. The scent of warm bread and coffee drifted from the kitchen, mingling with the faint hum of the countryside outside. It had been three days since the Penedono youth team's stunning victory, and the excitement in the village still lingered like music in the air.
But today, something was different. As Jota laced up his shoes to head for training, his mother entered the room, holding a letter with a red seal. "Jota," she said softly, her eyes glimmering with both pride and nervousness. "This came from Lisbon."
The words hit him like a lightning bolt. Lisbon. The capital. The heart of Portuguese football.
He carefully tore the envelope open. Inside was a crisp, official letter from the Lisbon Football Academy—one of the most prestigious institutions in the country. It read:
> To Diogo Jota,
