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Diego didn’t ask how he knew.

He started watching matches live again, but not in stadiums. In a bar on the edge of the city, where old men nursed cheap beer and cursed at CRT televisions bolted to the walls. Diego sat in the back, his dead phone face-up on the table like a prayer mat. He’d watch a player round the keeper, and before the ball crossed the line, his thumb would twitch toward the empty screen.

Then came the bets.

“Meaning of what?”

“You’re shaking,” she said.

Diego’s hand hovered over the paper. Outside, a bus honked. On the TV, a midfielder passed the ball sideways. Nothing happened. Everything waited.

The Ghost in the Live Score

“I can give them back to you,” the man said. “But the next version shows something different. Not the probability of winning. The probability of meaning .”