"Some debuts are made. Others are written in fire."
Sunday, September 5th, 2021
Centro Sportivo Vismara – Home of AC Milan U17
The season opener.
AC Milan U17 vs. Hellas Verona U17.
Sun, sweat, and scouts in the stands.
Enzo Sky Vito sat in front of his locker. His heart thudded like a bass drum. The black-and-red kit with number 8 on the back lay folded beside him. He ran his fingers along the badge, kissed it once, and pulled it over his head.
He looked in the mirror.
No longer a prodigy in shadows. No longer a secret.
Today, he was on the list.
Today, he was a starter.
The Build-Up – A Whispering Storm
Word had gotten out.
The "Alien Kid" was starting. Fans began trickling in just to see the 14-year-old who had dazzled in preseason. Enzo's name wasn't yet on billboards — but in youth football circles, he was already becoming a myth.
The Hellas coach had a simple plan:
"First ten minutes — kick him. Make him scared to touch the ball."
And so they did.
First Half – Baptism by Fire (Again)
Kickoff.
The first touch came in the 2nd minute — a sharp pass from the right. Enzo received it cleanly. The left-back came flying in. Studs. High. Wild.
CRACK.
The tackle sent Enzo spinning onto the turf. No whistle.
Coach Baldini screamed from the sideline.
"Ref!"
Nothing. Just a throw-in.
Enzo got up, jaw clenched.
Two minutes later, another foul. Then another.
By the 15th minute, Enzo had been fouled four times and touched the ball three.
His teammates began avoiding passing to him. The pressure was growing.
The Turning Point
Minute 29.
A miscleared ball from the Verona center-back. Enzo jumped on it.
1… 2… 3 touches — tight control in a crowd.
He spun away, cut inside, nutmegged the pressing midfielder.
Then he stopped. On the edge of the box.
The full-back lunged. Enzo scooped the ball over him, Ronaldinho-style, and burst into the space.
Gasps from the crowd.
He looked up, curled a delicate pass to the far post — Lorenzo Cattaneo arrived late, tap in.
GOAL! 1–0 AC Milan.
Cattaneo didn't celebrate at first… then turned to Enzo and pointed.
"Now you're one of us."
Second Half – Unleashed
With the first assist in the books, the game opened.
Enzo roamed from the left wing into central pockets, dragging defenders. He slipped through two more passes that nearly led to goals.
In the 67th minute, he received the ball near the corner flag. Surrounded. Three defenders.
And then…
Magic.
A body feint. A drag back. A lightning burst. He danced through them like a ghost, accelerated into the box and squared it for the attacking midfielder — GOAL.
2–0. Another assist.
The bench stood. Even the opposing coach clapped reluctantly.
The crowd, though small, began chanting something new:
"EN-ZO! EN-ZO! EN-ZO!"
The Final Whistle
AC Milan 2 – Hellas Verona 0
Two assists.
Fifteen fouls drawn.
One yellow card given — to the man who kicked him the most.
Enzo Sky Vito walked off the pitch with his socks torn and bruises blooming up his shins.
But his eyes? They burned with purpose.
In the locker room, silence at first.
Then Cattaneo stood up.
"Speech."
Enzo blinked. "Me?"
"Yeah. You earned it."
Enzo stood, looked around, and simply said:
"We're just getting started."
Outside Vismara
Aman in a suit stood beside a black BMW.
He made a call.
"Yeah, it's him. He's the real deal. Let's keep watching. Don't spook the family yet."
The call ended.
The man's name?
Marco Di Laurenti, a talent rep for one of Europe's biggest agencies.
The sharks had smelled blood.