Milan, mid 80s. Still in Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II. Match day at the stadium, 4 miles farther.

It's a Saturday afternoon. Or Sunday. "Hey dad, can we go see the match?" "We don't have tickets, I'm sorry we can't." "Dad, can we buy tickets?" "Next time, but you know what?", dad whispers, "If you go on the roof of the gallery, you can see the stadium". "..." "Dad, can we see the players from the roof?" "Well... I'm sure you can."