We will never forget what has happened in this season. We will never forget it.
They were days of throttled celebrations, of tears and joys, of engines (never) switched-off and of a great desire to return to rejoice. And to embrace each other.
And now we are here, on a day in late July, celebrating something that we are sweetly used to winning: our Scudetto, number 38.
We are used to winning it, it’s true, but not like this.
Not after a season like this.TO BE STRON9ER.
The novel for each season, for eight years now, has had the same ending, comprising of hugs, smiles, applause. Always and only in black and white.
It’s logical, therefore, that the first thing we had to be stron9er than this year, was the competition. Never so fierce, never so determined to change that ending.
But this story has been different, from the start: a beginning characterised by change. Deep, radical, courageous: the change of the coach, after years of unforgettable success.
So, here’s another appeal to be stron9er: than the curiosity of those who were waiting for us, once again, at the gate, of those who had doubts about our hunger and our desire to repeat ourselves once again.
