January 29, 2020 – San Siro, Milan – Coppa Italia Quarter-Final Night
The air over Milan shimmered that evening—not from heat, but from expectation.
The Coppa Italia quarter-final was always a heavyweight fight, a trophy gateway. And tonight, San Siro stood tall like a cathedral awaiting its sermon. Inside its belly, nearly 75,000 souls chanted, red and black bleeding into the sky.
Enzo Sky Vito—now Number 19, Nike boots shimmering with custom gold trim—breathed it in like oxygen.
He wasn't nervous.
He was hungry.
14:40 – Preparation Begins: Music, Ritual, and Fire
Hours before kick-off, Enzo walked into Milanello in oversized headphones.
The song? "Numb/Encore" by Jay-Z and Linkin Park.
"I want the encore," he muttered, eyes locked.
He entered the locker room alone. Others hadn't arrived. But his kit hung there already:
🟥 #19 ENZO SKY VITO
🟧 Coppa Italia Quarter-Final patch
⚫ Custom golden Nike boots glowing under the strip lights.
He changed in silence.
Foam roller, mobility work, light dribbles on the indoor turf.
Then, a few closed-eye visualizations:
Left-foot curler.
Shoulder feint past two defenders.
A no-look assist to Leão.
San Siro exploding.
That wasn't fantasy.
That was manifestation.
18:23 – Inside San Siro
The team bus arrived at the Meazza. Outside? Hundreds lined the gates, flares painting the dusk red.
Inside? A volcano in slumber.
You could almost hear the ghosts of Maldini, Baresi, and Shevchenko murmuring in the steel.
Enzo walked through the tunnel with Leão beside him.
"You feel that?" Enzo asked
.
"That's not nerves," Leão grinned. "That's destiny warming up."
20:42 – Kick-off: Milan vs. Roma
The referee's whistle cut through the roar.
🟥 AC Milan vs. AS Roma 🟨
Coppa Italia Quarter-Final
San Siro — Full House
First-Half: Bench View Perspective
Enzo started on the bench, seated between Leão and Calhanoglu.
He leaned forward constantly, elbows on knees, watching like a hawk.
Milan was aggressive, but Roma pressed hard.
There were flashes — Castillejo dribbling inside, Kessie breaking up play.
But something was missing.
"They need the chaos," Enzo whispered.
"They need your chaos," Calhanoglu replied.
The camera panned to him.
Commentators noticed.
🎙️ "Guardate lì, il ragazzo d'oro... Enzo Sky Vito. Calm as marble. Hungry like a wolf."
At halftime: 0–0.
And the coach called out, loud and clear:
"Enzo — warm up."
46:00 – Substitution: San Siro Awakens
San Siro erupted like Pompeii.
Drums. Horns. Flares in the second tier.
Enzo stripped his bib, clapped his gloves, and ran onto the grass.
🎙️ "Ecco il momento, signore e signori! Con il numero diciannove… IL FENOMENO ROSSONERO — ENZO SKY VITO!"
"Let's go," he whispered to the grass, "Time to write music."
On-Field Perspective
The pitch wasn't a battlefield.
It was a ballroom.
Enzo drifted into space like smoke.
He danced with the ball—hip feints, elastico, a filthy roulette past Spinazzola. The crowd roared.
At 63 minutes, he pressed high, stole the ball at the edge of the box, flicked it to Leão, made the run—
Leão returned the favor.
One touch.
Left foot. Curl.
GOAL.
🎙️ "GOOOOOOOOOOOLAAAAAZOOOOOOOOOOO! ENZO! IL MAESTRO! IL VIRTUOSO DEL SAN SIRO!"
He ran to the Curva Sud, arms wide, heart thumping, then paused — and struck Del Piero's signature pose.
Chin raised. Arms out. Glance to the sky.
The fans lost their minds.
"This is it," he thought. "My church. My art. My Milan."
Commentary Interlude🎙️ "Signori, we may be witnessing the rebirth of Italian football in a single player. The balance of Totti, the power of Baggio, the soul of Del Piero — but with that Brazilian madness only the divine dare touch!"
🎙️ "He does not just play. He narrates. He choreographs. Every touch is a stanza, every goal a symphony!"
– The Finishing Touch
Still 1–0. Roma attacked.
Enzo dropped deep to help defensively. Intercepted. Turned. Drove 30 meters like a missile, shrugged off a foul, then played a sublime outside-of-the-boot ball to Bonaventura, who slotted it in.
2–0. Game. Over.
Full-Time – A City Rises
As the final whistle blew, Enzo looked up.
The sky above San Siro wasn't dark.
It was on fire.
Players mobbed him. Coaches clapped his back. Fans chanted:
"SKY VITO! SKY VITO!"
Back in the tunnel, Leão grinned:
"Maestro, you composed that one."
"Just wait till the finale," Enzo winked.