The reporter asked: "Inzaghi, why do you always give the most important revelations to Santina Vitale? Is it because of personal relations?"
Filippo Inzaghi: "Yes."
Reporter: "..."
Reporter: "Is she your girlfriend?"
"No." He smiled. "We are too familiar with each other - we have held hands, hugged, and kissed earlier. Everything is natural and natural, and it is difficult to separate."
There was silence.
Reporter: "It is said that when you first arrived at AC Milan, you were very dissatisfied with Maldini because you had been in his shadow since your childhood?"
Inzaghi: "..."
When she was six years old, Santina Vitale made a decision at her parents' funeral.
She watched her uncle's eyes slide across her face with some regret. His younger brother was already in his arms. She knew that if she opened her mouth, her uncle would take her away. But she didn't.
She walked towards her aunt, the strange woman who came from Piacenza for the funeral, grabbed her clothes, raised her head, and looked at her quietly with her blue eyes.
"Aunt, can I come with you?"
She didn't cry. She just looked like that.
Aunt said yes.
On the way out of Sicily, she looked back at the sun-drenched land. Nothing is given to the girl here - except beauty, obedience, and an early engagement.
She doesn't want this.
She wants to read, write, and become the kind of person whose name can be printed in newspapers.
There was a skinny boy next door to her aunt, three years older than her, who always played football in the alley. He ran like an animal approaching its prey—light, agile, and calm.
She wanted to get out of Sicily, so she left him.
She wanted to own a piece of heaven and earth, so she owned him.
She hunted a fox for twenty years and still hasn't let go.
Concept: Childhood sweethearts growing up and falling in love