The morning air in Milanello felt different—charged, electric, as if the very ground itself was aware that history was about to be made. Enzo Sky Vito sat quietly in the youth team's common room, scrolling through his phone when suddenly his manager's message popped up: "Report to senior team training at 10 AM."
His heart skipped. The call every young footballer dreams of—the first summons to AC Milan's senior squad.
The months of relentless training, the sacrifices, the sleepless nights mastering every flick, feint, and finish—all led to this moment.
Arrival at Milanello — Stepping Into the Big League
Walking through the grand gates of Milanello's senior training ground, Enzo felt a mixture of excitement and nerves. The manicured pitches, the buzz of cameras, the buzz of fans beyond the fences—it was a different world from the youth academy.
In the locker room, the air was thick with intensity. The senior players were legends in their own right—Rafael Leão, Mike Maignan, Sandro Tonali—names Enzo had idolized for years. And now, they were teammates.
Leão caught his eye with a grin. "Welcome to the big boys' club, kid. Ready to show them what you've got?"
Enzo smiled, feeling a surge of confidence.
"More than ready."
Coach Pioli gathered the team for warm-ups.
The drills were faster, the tackles harder, the expectations higher.
Enzo found himself pushed beyond every limit. A hard tackle from Kessié reminded him that senior football was a different beast—physical and unforgiving. But with every sprint, every pass, he rose to the challenge.
During a tactical drill, Leão found him with a clever pass. Enzo controlled the ball with silky precision, weaving through the defense, his feet telling stories of years spent perfecting his craft.
Pioli nodded approvingly from the sidelines.
"Keep that up, Sky Vito. You're on the right track."
After training, Enzo joined the team for lunch. The senior squad was surprisingly welcoming—jokes flew, stories were shared, and laughter echoed through the dining hall.
Leão clapped Enzo on the back. "You've got the talent, but don't forget to enjoy the ride. Football is as much about friends as it is about goals."
Enzo nodded, grateful. The pressure was immense, but here, in these moments of camaraderie, he felt at home.
The Debut Call — A Dream Comes True
Days later, the news came: Enzo was included in the matchday squad for AC Milan's Serie A clash against Napoli. At 15 years and 10 months, he was about to make his professional debut.
The night before the match, Enzo barely slept. His mind raced with thoughts—what if he stumbled? What if the pace was too fast? But beneath the anxiety, a quiet fire burned.
He was ready.
The Stadium Roars
San Siro was a cathedral of football. The floodlights blazed, the stands packed with 75,000 roaring fans. The atmosphere was electric, every chant vibrating through Enzo's bones.
In the tunnel, he laced up, hands trembling slightly. Leão leaned in, whispering, "Play your game. No pressure."
Then, in the 75th minute, Pioli called his name.
"Enzo, you're on."
The substitution board flashed. Time seemed to slow.
Stepping onto the grass of San Siro, Enzo was engulfed by the roar. The noise, the speed, the stakes—they were overwhelming. But then the ball came to him.
The first touch—perfect. The first sprint—explosive. Every moment on the pitch was a battle, but Enzo played with the joyful creativity that defined him since childhood.
A slick one-two with Leão set him free down the wing. Enzo cut inside, his trademark feint sending a defender sprawling. He curled a shot—just wide, but close enough to make the crowd gasp.
The final whistle blew. Milan secured a hard-fought draw. Back in the dressing room, the senior players clapped him on the back.
Pioli smiled, "Welcome to the family, Enzo. This is just the start."
That night, as Enzo lay in bed, the city of Milan alive beneath his window, he felt it—this was his moment. The beginning of a journey to greatness.