Opposite Numbers

Tate Callahan thinks. Valerio Moreira feels. That's the line every pundit draws between them—the American midfielder who treats the pitch like a chessboard and the Italian who plays like jazz. Eight years of overlapping tournaments. A media rivalry built on column inches. They've never actually met.Then their shared sponsor decides "e;rivals to partners"e; is the campaign of the World Cup, and suddenly Tate is sharing a hotel floor, a photo shoot, and a forced-proximity press tour with the one man he's spent his entire career trying to outplay.The first time Valerio touches him on camera, Tate's jaw locks. The first time Valerio touches him off camera, Tate forgets every contingency he's ever planned for. What starts as a contractual obligation becomes a hotel room in Hamburg, a storm-bound lake house outside Munich, and a question neither of them can answer out loud: what happens when the tournament puts them on opposite sides of the center line in the final?Because the bracket has been funneling them toward each other since the group stage. Italy versus the United States. Ninety minutes of football and a stadium full of cameras and the man Tate is sleeping with standing thirty yards away in a different shirt.A closeted superstar can hide a lot of things. He can't hide the way he plays when Valerio Moreira is on the same pitch.