Diary from the States, Day 14 | Under the Seattle sun

Diary from the States, Day 14 | Under the Seattle Sun

The city is alive — full of voices, bursting with color. Football is in the air, everywhere. On the streets, accents mix, faces blur together, flags cross paths. It’s the World Cup, and it fills everything.

In the middle of this energy, Inter prepares. The sun beats down on the training pitch, the team sweats and works — with intensity and silence. Eyes locked on what matters most: the next match.

Interviews and press conferences are the rituals of every eve. Words that carry weight, that help you step into the match. A countdown made of details, of focused faces, of quiet preparation.

Meanwhile, Seattle is being dotted with black and blue. Our truck speeds through the city, weaving between skyscrapers and iconic neighborhoods, leaving a trail that stands out. A mark of identity in a city shaped by music — where grunge once made history, leaving traces still alive on the walls, in the venues, in the faces.

And alongside the truck, a giant walks. Maicon. The Nerazzurri legend, still moving with pride and confidence. A living bridge between a glorious past and the present.

Time is ticking. The moment is near. Seattle is listening. We’re ready.