Diary from the States, Day 1 | Arrival

An ocean to cross, another one beside you. The sky is overcast, but waiting for us are the jacarandas, with their vivid, electrifying blue-purple blossoms. Milan to Los Angeles — a flight that marks a beginning, a new chapter, a new challenge. A world awaits, with curiosity and anticipation. Goals and fresh starts, newness and familiarity.

Football gifting itself a global competition — ready to be discovered, ready to be lived. The team starts again: the travels, the interviews, the training sessions on courts where NBA stars were born. On the horizon, the first match, the first opponents, the first step on a fascinating path.

You rush toward the hotel — it’s not just about football, but that’s what you’re here for. The streets show no mercy, with traffic and a sun that plays hide and seek in a summer yet to fully bloom.

But the black and blue is already starting to color the city. The Inter world plants its first flag. Coach Chivu with the boys, the first interviews, the first steps. And an entire nation — usually caught up in basketball, football, and baseball — begins to take notice.

Let’s start here: Los Angeles, we’re in.