Gio Reyna swears he didn’t plan it. Like much of the magic he conjures, it kind of just … happened. In January 2023, “there was a lot of talking going on,” Reyna says; but, on a frigid night in Dortmund, Germany, he had slipped into his “flow state.” So, when he pinged a half-volley past a helpless keeper, in his eighth minute of soccer since the saga that dragged his entire family through reputational mud, he chomped his fingers; he brought one to his lips — shhh; he stuck two in his ears; he didn’t have a defiant celebration pre-selected, so he frantically cycled through four of them.
Gio Reyna is ready to talk (just not about you know what)
