N.901 - E si chest nunn’è ammore, #4

Special Edition - SSC Napoli, Champions of Italy 🏆 We weren’t used to this. We weren’t used to the waiting, to this tension hanging in the air. It had happened before, sure, but this time feels different. There’s a new shade to it, unexpected, something we had never felt before. Your best friend calls asking, “So, what about it? Did you get tickets?” Your mother watches you walk out wearing the blue jersey, having long lost count of how many times she has seen that same scene. You step into the Stadio Maradona and remember everything, every single time. The scarf, the stands, the hat, your father holding your hand as you climbed those stairs - a dive into a past that, after so many years, still feels incredibly close. Years go by, it's the same stairs you climb, but this time you are the one holding a child’s hand. This kind of faith is inherited, not chosen. He doesn't know it yet, but he will remember this moment for the rest of his life. The wait is over, the referee blows the whistle, you look up and realize you were never alone. All around you there is a sea of hearts trembling with every shot, every whistle, every tackle, hoping it will all end in one collective embrace. We all dream of the same thing. Only that. Nothing else. Text by Raimondo Castaldo