The final whistle was less a sound and more a collective, primal scream of exhaustion and relief from 80,000 souls. The San Siro was a supernova of emotion.
The Juventus players collapsed to the grass, devastated by the last-second equalizer.
The Inter players, running on fumes, found their second wind, pulling each other into fierce, desperate hugs. It wasn't a victory, but it felt like one.
The commentator, his voice completely shredded, sounded like he had just run a marathon himself. "IT'S OVER! THE DERBY D'ITALIA ENDS IN A WAR, A POEM, A BEAUTIFUL DISASTER! THREE-THREE! Inter have salvaged a point from the jaws of defeat! Juventus will feel like they have been robbed! This was not a football match; it was an epic story told over ninety minutes, and not a single person in this stadium will ever forget it!"
The Inter players, a single blue and black unit, walked over to the Curva Nord.
