We will never forget what has happened in this season. We will never forget it.
They were days of throttled celebrations, of tears and joys, of engines (never) switched-off and of a great desire to return to rejoice. And to embrace each other.
And now we are here, on a day in late July, celebrating something that we are sweetly used to winning: our Scudetto, number 38.
We are used to winning it, itâ€™s true, but not like this.
Not after a season like this.