Enzo Sky Vito's Official Milan Debut
Sunday Morning.
The sky over Milan was iron gray. Rain drizzled steadily, like the city itself knew something big was about to happen.
Across the city, fans geared up for the senior Derby della Madonnina. But at Centro Sportivo Vismara, something smaller — yet just as symbolic — was stirring.
AC Milan U15 vs Inter Milan U15.
And making his debut that day — at only 13 years old — was Enzo Sky Vito.
The Locker Room
The Milan dressing room buzzed with a different kind of electricity. Tension, focus, and the low hum of adrenaline.
Coach Luca Ferretti stood at the whiteboard, pointing to positions, tactics, danger zones. But every now and then, his eyes flicked back to the kid sitting in the corner — calm, focused, silent.
Enzo.
Wearing jersey number 10.
A statement in itself.
Riccardo, the captain, broke the silence.
"You nervous?"
Enzo looked up, laced his boots tighter.
"No. I've played this match a hundred times in my head."
Riccardo smirked. "Just make sure you bring us with you when the magic starts."
Coach Ferretti cleared his throat.
"Alright boys. It's Inter. No need for a speech.
You know what this means. For the shirt. For the city. For yourselves."
"Let's go."
Walking Out
The rain had softened into a mist. The turf glistened. Parents, scouts, and youth coordinators lined the sidelines — umbrellas in hand, anticipation in the air.
From the stands, a small group of ultras in youth colors chanted with drums and flags:
"ROSSONERI! ROSSONERI!"
Enzo jogged onto the pitch, adjusting his shin pads. Across the field, the Inter players wore the classic blue and black.
Focused. Physical. Older.
One of them, the Inter captain — a tall, bruising defensive midfielder — walked up to Enzo at kickoff and whispered:
"You're just a kid. Try anything fancy, and you'll be on the ground."
Enzo didn't flinch. Just smiled.
"Then I guess I'll stay on my feet."
Kickoff
The whistle blew.
And instantly, Inter pressed.
Hard.
Every time Enzo touched the ball, two defenders swarmed. They shoved. Pulled. One even clipped his ankle when the ref wasn't looking.
By the 5th minute, he hadn't completed a pass. The crowd murmured. Was this kid just hype?
But Enzo was waiting.
Watching.
Reading their patterns like a chessboard.
And in the 9th minute, the game changed.
A Milan center-back found Enzo between the lines with a zipping pass. He took it on the half-turn — elegant — pirouetted away from a marker with a Ronaldo-like swivel.
The space opened up.
He sprinted forward, left one Inter player sliding on wet grass, feinted a shot at the edge of the box — then, with the outside of his right boot, curled a pass through the defensive line.
It landed perfectly at the feet of Milan's right winger.
One touch. One shot.
GOAL. Milan 1–0.
The bench leapt. Coaches roared.
The Battle Builds
Inter weren't finished.
They came back with fury — harder tackles, tighter marking, and long switches. Just before halftime, they equalized with a scrappy corner — a bouncing ball that Milan couldn't clear.
1–1.
The game got chippy. Players shoved. Ref called warnings. The rivalry was boiling.
And Enzo?
He remained calm.
He adjusted his socks.
He studied the wind.
He waited.
Second Half – The Moment
Minute 67.
Rain picking up again. Players slipping, lungs burning.
Milan's left back stole possession and passed quickly into midfield. Riccardo turned and looked for an option.
There was only one.
Enzo.
He pointed to the space — a subtle flick of the wrist.
Ball to feet.
First touch: clean.
Second touch: explosion.
He flew forward.
One Inter player lunged. Enzo chopped inside — left him behind.
Another slid in. Enzo skipped over the challenge like he was dancing.
Now it was just the keeper.
He slowed down, let the keeper close in...
Then with the calm of a seasoned pro, he toe-poked the ball low and fast — past the keeper, rolling smoothly into the corner of the net.
2–1 Milan.
The Crowd Reacts
The crowd went wild.
Some parents stood on chairs. Youth coaches scribbled madly into notebooks. Scouts whispered to each other, exchanging glances.
Enzo didn't celebrate with wild gestures.
He jogged to the corner, held up the badge on his chest, and tapped it twice.
The Milan captain ran over, laughing.
"Now that's a debut!"
And from the stands, someone shouted:
"Kaiser? No! Fenomeno!"
The nickname, buried for weeks, returned with full force.
This time, not as a joke.
As a prophecy.
Final Whistle
Milan 2 – Inter 1.
The players embraced, exhausted but proud. Coach Ferretti approached Enzo slowly, hand on his shoulder.
"Well done, ragazzo."
"But this is only the first storm."
After the Match
Back at home, Enzo sat on the couch, legs sore, tea in hand.
His father flipped through channels, stopping at the sports news.
On-screen: highlights of the derby.
Underneath:
"Meet the Prodigy: Enzo Sky Vito — AC Milan's Next Phenomenon?"
His mother sighed, brushing back his curls.
"Enjoy the silence now, Enzo. Because they'll all come knocking soon."
His older brother Luca ran in with his phone, shouting:
"Bro! Your goal is viral. They put it over a Ronaldo soundtrack on TikTok!"
Enzo smirked.
But he wasn't thinking about views or followers.
He was thinking about the next match.
The next challenge.
The next 90 minutes where he'd have to prove himself all over again.
Because greatness isn't built on one goal.
It's built every single time you touch the ball.