To my little brother 💛 When we were kids, our whole family of six would gather around the sofa every FIFA World Cup™️. We’d take turns writing every score on the wall after each match, argue over who was going to win, run straight out into the garden to recreate the games ourselves and then head to bed with our football heroes hanging as posters on the wall. Back then, going to the FIFA World Cup™️ felt like something that only happened to other people. As we grew older, I knew it was still your dream. And when I realized you had quietly stopped believing it would ever happen, I knew we had to change that. Around the same time, I had a bit of a wake-up call myself. I realized how rarely I actually get to spend time with you. The years that once felt endless have slowly turned into a few visits back home in Sweden. So when this opportunity came, there was only one person I wanted to share it with. Seeing your face as we walked into the stadium is a memory I’ll carry with me forev...