I have always loved people who live intensely and at Christmas we can also tell each other, we can also abuse a bit of poetry. People who have a great inner debate are the ones who keep everything inside. Hakan Calhanoglu is a guy just like that. They put him out of office for two years because you have to do the 4-3-3, he works the same and runs a lot, he doesn’t always manage to be continuous, the fans criticize him, but rather than raise his voice for his needs he keeps first plan those of the team and shut up. I love you Calha, because that afternoon of Milan-Bodoe Glimt we were all a bit terrified of playing without Zlatan, without Rebic and without Leao against those young Norwegians who were like lippe. But you thought about it with two goals and a decisive assist and you thought about it without telling us and without letting us weigh it. You just did it. As in that moment, on the Rio Ave pitch. The exit from the Europa League in that way and in that moment could break the spell of the season and you could not be a spectator. You are not by nature a spectator, you are a good guy in the service of the show which is another thing. That’s why in the Portuguese area you didn’t let the boys go there, or Daniel or Rafa or Lorenzo. You went there and determined the rigor of the exit from freediving. I love you Calha, because when Rade made a mistake with Celtic you took the ball and scored immediately and you didn’t cheer for yourself, but you went to console your teammate. I love you Calha, because I perfectly remember your face suffered on the pitch when Schone scored in early October 2019 and we were in the relegation zone before the comeback. I love you Calha, because against Lazio you can also beat two low corners, but when you kick, as you know, your teammates score goals. Not just goals, but double goals, and then Christmas, joy. I know and imagine everything you keep inside, but from today whatever happens you don’t have to have any kind of emotional gray area anymore. You are Hakan Calhanoglu, a good guy, a smile that says everything about you, you are a man, a great player, you wear a number 10 that suits you. I know very well how long you want to stay, and I think it’s right that you stay. Then the company will take care of it, you will take care of it. You don’t need a glitter to be a man of honor, they say in a great movie. Here is Calha, you don’t need a signature to be someone from Milan. It just is.
Today is Santo Stefano, the name day of our coach. Best wishes. Of affection, of esteem, of gratitude. Pioli is a man of good values, a father of a family, a serious professional. And as an intelligent person, he knows perfectly well that Milanello has adopted him. And it will be like that forever. When you enter the heart of Milanello, you never leave it. This is why in Santo Stefano I do not add my praises to the many, fair and frantic that are addressed to the Rossoneri coach. One who “plays” the games, who remotely controls them, who lives them without rest. But today is Boxing Day, um martyr, a witness. My, our prayers go to him too, for the eye of Rino, another of Milanello’s sons. There is no Milanista worthy of being defined as such who is not suffering to see him on the bench in this period. Gattuso’s eye closed for the first time on the pitch, at San Siro, with our shirt. Milan-Lazio in September 2011. Those eyes wept, rejoiced, fought for our colors. I want them, we want them, open forever. Francesca will also think about it from up there to keep her brother’s eye open. Who loved and protected her intensely and to the end, without stopping. Rino Gattuso can be anywhere, but a part of him is and will always be here with us. The Christmas dream is just that: that it heals itself and that it heals. As soon as possible. Power.
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