September 1, 2019 – San Siro Stadium, Milan
The tram ride from his apartment in Porta Nuova to San Siro had become a ritual.
Headphones in. Window seat. The sun setting behind the Milan skyline, casting golden reflections across his eyes. But today?
It was different.
This wasn't a bench appearance. This was his first Serie A home start.
At eighteen, Enzo Sky Vito wasn't just Milan's future — he was becoming their present.
He stepped off the tram, hoodie over his platinum blond hair, and walked slowly toward the cathedral of calcio — San Siro. His boots clinked gently in their Nike case, engraved in gold:
"Vito19 – Fear No Shadow"
When he finally entered the tunnel and the pitch opened before him, his heart skipped.
"Mamma mia..." he whispered.
Every matchday at San Siro felt like opera.
But this was opening night at La Scala del Calcio — and he was playing the lead.
Off the Pitch – 48 Hours Earlier
His apartment was minimalist, almost too clean for an 18-year-old. White walls, glass tables, two guitars in the corner. A single photo framed in the hallway: him as a child in front of the Milan youth training ground, wearing an oversized #9 jersey.
He stared at it before every match.
His fridge was stocked with pre-prepped meals from his personal nutritionist. His phone buzzed — a message from YSL Milan HQ reminding him of next week's shoot.
He laughed.
"Fashion. Football. Finesse. Just like Kaká used to say — elegance is a weapon."
Pre-Match Warm-Up – San Siro, 19:15 CET
The ultras had already lit their flares. The curva was a wall of sound.
"DAI ENZO! FACCI SOGNARE!"
("COME ON ENZO! MAKE US DREAM!")
His boots sank softly into the lush San Siro grass. He jogged to midfield, passing Donnarumma, who fist-bumped him.
"Sky, you ready to fly?"
Enzo smirked. "I never land."
He went through shooting drills with Leão — their chemistry more like two dancers on a stage. One no-look pass. One backheel flick. One overhead rainbow.
The crowd started clapping mid-warmup.
Enzo winked at the fans.
Kick-Off – AC Milan vs. Brescia
The lights dimmed. The Serie A anthem played. Enzo walked out in full Rossonero glory, #19 on his back. His name echoed:
🎙️ "Eccolo! Il giovane fenomeno! Il ragazzo d'oro! Sky Vito dal primo minuto!"
Minute 6: First real touch. He drifted into the half-space, controlled the ball with his right thigh, turned, and slid a pass between three defenders to Suso.
🎙️ "CHE TOCCO! Che visione da veterano! Questo ragazzo ha gli occhi dappertutto!"
"The tempo... It's faster. But I feel it. I read it. I breathe it," Enzo thought.
Minute 19: He received the ball near the left sideline. Defender tight. Enzo feinted inside, then exploded to the line — a blur of gold boots. He cut the ball back for Çalhanoğlu, who missed narrowly.
From the bench, Maldini clapped. "That's Milan football."
Minute 32 – The Goal
The moment unfolded like a ballet.
A throw-in from Theo. A quick one-two with Leão. Enzo slalomed past two defenders with absurd ease — then chipped the keeper from the edge of the box.
GOAL.
The net rippled. San Siro roared like thunder.
Enzo ran straight to the corner flag and pointed at the stands, mimicking a symphony conductor.
🎙️ "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLAZO! ENZO! VITO! IL COMPOSITORE DEL DESTINO! UN TOCCO DIVINO! CHE GIOIELLO!"
The Curva Sud erupted into chants. "EN-ZO! EN-ZO!"
His teammates mobbed him. Leão jumped on his back. Even Piątek blew a finger-pistol in his direction.
Halftime – 1-0 Milan
Back in the tunnel, Enzo leaned against the wall, drenched in sweat. His chest heaved, but his eyes were locked in.
Çalhanoğlu threw him a towel. "That chip?
I'm stealing that."
Enzo grinned. "Only if you can dance with it."
Second Half – Minute 67
Another chance — this time from the right.
Enzo switched wings. He caught a diagonal ball from Bennacer, flicked it over the defender's head and volleyed on target — saved.
But the crowd stood and applauded anyway.
🎙️ "SIGNORI! QUESTO È ARTE! QUESTO È MILAN!"
Full-Time – AC Milan 2–0 Brescia
The players saluted the Curva. Enzo gave his jersey to a young boy in the stands, who began crying instantly.
In the locker room, the press was already waiting. Reporters. Flashbulbs. Quotes.
But Enzo just pulled on his hoodie and stepped outside quietly.
Leão caught up to him.
"You always ghost after the magic show?"
"Nah," Enzo said, smiling. "I just like hearing the silence after the symphony."