Yes, Naples, it's a party! A night of crazy love in the city of joy: "because who knows when it will happen again"

The meaning of the celebration, of this celebration, is all in the banner that has touched the soul of every Napoli fan who has spent the last hours in general delirium. Where verbal rhetoric fails, an image that is the pure essence of this night does. A child dressed in blue who steals the scudetto from one dressed in black and blue. It is the most romantic, truthful and delicate thing that can come to mind. If the third was the scudetto of absolute domination, the fourth is on tiptoe. It is acrobatic like those who improvised as climbers and climbed up statues and lampposts. That Vittorio Emanuele II on horseback who is ideally located halfway between the central station and the seafront, found himself full of young people eager to keep him company on the pedestal. But there are also those who have tried their hand at unlikely and risky motorbike races, surrounded by smoke and flags, and those who have revisited their car to accommodate up to ten people. The title, in this city, awakens hidden corners of the spirit. The romanticism of Naples follows the enlightenment of the northern powers. Because, in the end, no one less than the Neapolitans manages to detach themselves from an ancestral sense of identity.

Something has changed, there's no point in denying it. Naples has shown a different face this time and the people have behaved accordingly. They have gathered more, they have experienced the convenience of public transport late at night, they have enjoyed preparations organized ad hoc. For one evening, one of the most magical, the Maradona has been replicated in different areas of the city. Open-air stadiums, in Piazza del Plebiscito the colonnade really seems to stretch out in an embrace of joy. Because, in the different ways in which the conquest of the fourth championship has been experienced in the past few hours, there is also something immanent. And it is love.

Luciano De Crescenzo divided into men of love and men of freedom. Napoli gathered everyone in the first group, the one where living together is a choice. Many colors were missing. In 2023 the title was already in the bag in February, two years later it went the other way, the Azzurri had to sweat for it until the last ninety minutes. But where the eyes can't see, the soul takes care of it. Piazza del Plebiscito, Fuorigrotta, Piazza Municipio, Piazza Bovio become the strongholds of passion. The blue of the smoke bombs recreates, together with the trumpets and the parade of makeshift vehicles, an atmosphere so enveloping that you can let yourself go in the disarming happiness of a people who, no matter how hard they try, have not yet gotten used to the concept of primacy. They always experience it as a blessing, an unrepeatable phenomenon. Diego's face is everywhere. On the flags, on the shirts. Many even prefer to wear the Argentina uniform, because it makes no difference anyway. There is also a child, too young to have experienced the exploits of the Pibe de Oro. He is tired, he is with his father and they are sitting on the stairs of the central station, waiting for the train. The man smiles at him. "Come on, honey, enjoy it. You don't know when you'll see another one."