I couldn’t stop replaying that 15th-minute play in my head. Katrine’s long ball was perfect. Just enough height, just enough pace to cut through Mirassol’s defense. Ketlen didn’t hesitate. She latched onto it, broke into the box, and chipped it over the keeper like it was the easiest thing in the world. I know it’s just one small moment in the game, but that kind of precision reminds me of nailing a critical blueprint detail. You don’t get the big win without those tiny, perfectly executed moves.