The World Cup's First Battle Begins: England VS Italy!

June 13, Manaus, Brazil.

Only one day remained until England's opening World Cup match.

The entire city along the Amazon River had long been completely shrouded in the intense smoke of the World Cup.

Unlike Rio's noisy revelry, Manaus carried more of the gravity and tension that came before a match began.

The hot, humid air carried the scent of vegetation, while the slightly stifling atmosphere weighed on every player's heart.

The opening clash in the Group of Death was a head-on collision between elite powerhouses.

England versus Italy had been defined by the entire world as the fiercest battle of the first round from the moment the schedule was released.

On this day, as the team entered its final sprint of preparation and their nerves gradually tightened—

An international flight from New York, America, landed smoothly at Manaus International Airport.

Taylor had crossed vast mountains and seas, arriving in Brazil as promised.

Having shed her usual sharp professional look, she wore a simple, fresh outfit that made her seem both gentle and radiant.

Her long hair fell casually over her shoulders, her eyes clear and soft, concealing all the joy and anticipation of rushing to meet her beloved.

As she stepped out of the airport passageway, the hot, humid Brazilian sea breeze rushed toward her.

Around her came conversations in various languages, while World Cup flags and posters filled her sight.

Countless England and Italy fans had gathered here, warming up early for tomorrow's showdown.

Dedicated staff from the England National Team had already been waiting at the airport exit.

She was escorted through a private passageway and picked up by dedicated personnel, avoiding the crowded flow of people and the media cameras.

As both the family member of the team captain and a globally renowned artist, Taylor's entire