18:00 — Arrival at San Siro
The sun was dipping low over Milan as Enzo Sky Vito's car pulled up to the legendary San Siro. The air was already buzzing with anticipation, the sharp scent of freshly cut grass mixing with the distant roar of fans streaming into the stadium. Enzo's palms were slick with sweat. Seventeen years old. Tonight, he would make his debut for AC Milan's senior squad.
He could hear chants already echoing from the stands, snippets of AC Milan's anthem wafting in waves. His breath caught in his throat — this was the place he had dreamed about since he was a boy kicking a ball in the streets of Milan.
Inside the tunnel, the stadium's floodlights blazed to life, flooding the pitch with harsh white light. Enzo's heartbeat quickened. The distant noise of the crowd — tens of thousands — was no longer background. It was a living, breathing force.
18:30 — Warm-up
Out on the pitch, the grass felt softer than the training ground at Milanello, yet somehow heavier with history. Every blade seemed to hum with stories of legends past.
Enzo jogged alongside the senior players.
Alessio Romagnoli barked out orders; Suso effortlessly toyed with the ball, drawing applause from early-arriving fans.
Hakan Çalhanoğlu caught Enzo's eye and flashed a grin that said everything: You belong here.
Enzo tried to channel the calm behind that smile, but inside, nerves were crashing like waves.
He went through the motions — stretches, passing drills, sprints — but his mind was elsewhere. The crowd's chants grew louder as the kickoff approached, each beat of the drum resonating in his chest.
19:00 — Kickoff
The referee's whistle sliced through the air. The match was underway.
From the bench, Enzo watched closely. The midfield was a war zone — hard tackles, swift counters, precision passing. Milan's captain Romagnoli marshaled the defense, while Suso darted down the wing, weaving through opponents.
Enzo's nerves steadied as he soaked in the rhythm of the game. He studied opponents' movements, the spaces opening and closing, the subtle shifts that defined the flow.
19:25 — First Half
The first 25 minutes were tense. Milan pressed forward but struggled to break down a resilient defense. Enzo's fingers drummed nervously on his knee. He felt the weight of expectation, the years of training culminating in this moment.
Then, a rough challenge on Suso rattled the stadium. The crowd's roar intensified. The coach's eyes flicked toward Enzo on the bench.
19:30 — The Call
"Number 39 — you're on. Warm up," the assistant coach barked.
Enzo stood slowly, heart hammering so loud he was sure the players on the pitch could hear it.
The PA announcer's voice boomed:
"Ladies and gentlemen, making his AC Milan senior debut tonight, the young local talent — number 39, Enzo Sky Vito!"
The stadium erupted. Some fans chanted his name, others simply gasped in excitement.
The TV cameras zoomed in, and the commentator added:
"At seventeen, Enzo Sky Vito steps onto San Siro's hallowed turf for the first time. A player steeped in Milan's youth academy tradition, tonight he'll try to show why he's one of Italy's most promising stars."
19:35 — Entering the Pitch
Enzo jogged to the sideline, the turf glowing under the floodlights. As he stepped onto the field, time slowed.
The crowd's roar swelled into a tidal wave. The thudding of his heartbeat matched the rhythmic chants echoing from the stands. Every blade of grass seemed alive beneath his boots.
He replaced Suso on the left wing, instantly feeling the speed and pressure of Serie A football.
19:37 — First Touch
The ball was at his feet almost immediately.
Enzo's eyes flicked up. A defender barreled toward him, closing the gap fast.
Without hesitation, he feinted left, then exploded right, slicing past the defender with a burst of speed. The crowd gasped.
He drove forward, weaving through midfielders, his body light, fluid — like the dance of his childhood idols.
Near the edge of the box, Enzo spotted Patrick Cutrone sprinting.
Without looking, he slid a perfectly weighted no-look pass through a tiny gap.
Cutrone struck — the shot was blocked, but the danger was real.
The fans erupted.
19:45 — Impact on the Game
Enzo's energy was infectious. He tracked back to help the defense, positioning himself expertly to cut passing lanes.
His spatial awareness — honed through years in the youth academy — allowed him to anticipate plays, to be a step ahead despite his youth.
From the bench, Gianluigi Donnarumma gave him a fist pump, a quiet message of solidarity.
The rest of the Milan players acknowledged his presence — brief nods, quick smiles — the silent approval of a new teammate who had earned his place.
20:20 — Final Minutes
As the clock ticked down, Milan pushed for a winner.
Enzo found space on the wing, received a cross-field ball, and delivered a curling cross into the box.
Though it didn't lead to a goal, the move was a clear signal: this kid was here to make an impact.
20:45 — Full Time
The whistle blew to signal a 1-1 draw.
Enzo walked off the pitch, chest heaving, sweat dripping down his temple.
He had done it. The dream was no longer just a dream.
In the locker room, Romagnoli was waiting. "You showed heart out there. You belong."
Çalhanoğlu added, "This is just the beginning. San Siro will remember tonight."
Enzo looked down at his jersey, the number 39 now soaked in sweat and determination.
The journey had only just begun.