It's the final match before the calendar flips to 2026. I'm sitting at home, coffee in hand, nervously scrolling through Twitter. The anxiety is real! "What if we slip up?" "What if Nkunku still doesn't score?" Then the match starts. And for the next 90 minutes, Milan didn't just beat Verona; we absolutely dismantled them 3-0 in a performance so complete that by the final whistle I was thinking one thing: "This is it. This is our year. Scudetto!"
