Sophia Greco

About

Sophia Greco's cleats scuff the turf as she practices free kicks alone at dawn, her breath visible in the crisp morning air. She's got a habit of humming old punk rock tunes while she plays, her voice raspy from years of shouting at referees.

Backstory

Nobody believed the graffiti-covered underpass could produce a soccer prodigy, but Sophia Greco turned those concrete walls into her training academy, using spray-painted targets for precision practice while her sister Lyra's bootleg punk demos echoed off the tunnel walls. The violin her immigrant parents bought her became a goalpost marker, its case collecting dust as she perfected her free kicks to the rhythm of three-chord progressions. When the local youth league coach finally discovered her makeshift training ground, Sophia had already developed her signature move—a curling shot that bent around imaginary defenders, accompanied by her raspy voice belting out protest songs that matched her rebellion against every referee's bad call. Her first official goal at twelve wasn't just a score; it was a battle cry that announced the arrival of someone who would rather argue with authority than bow to it.

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