There's a strange sort of numbness setting in ahead of tomorrow's game. I don't kmow if it's a defense mechanism to control the tears, or a case of the nerves building up. Ive seen my favourites get injured, depart or retire. But I've never seen, everything I associate the face of Juventus to be, walk away into an ignominy in a way that I haven't been able to understand. I know tomorrow, or the Coppa final will not give me my closure and I don't know how I will react to saying goodbye to 17 years of the most beautiful moments I've seen on a football pitch. To a player I thought would never grow old, or leave or be forced away for all the hours, blood, sweat and tears dropped on the field of play. I dont know how to say goodbye to my favourite memories, for all those nights I'd celebrate running around my house in a range of Juventus and Italy jerseys #10 and #7 specially, sticking my tongue out, for all those cartwheels I did over magical free kicks, stepovers, incisive passes, beautiful goals. I don't think i will have the capacity to ever accept somebody in my heart and head quite like I accepted my Juventus idol. I'm not ready for this. I'm not ready to say goodbye. I know its 3.41 am right now, and im going to sleep hoping a little part of my soul will not die tomorrow when I stand to applaud his last minute substitution with the rest of the world.
I love you Alessandro. Forever.