Originally published on May 6, 2012
(the evening Juve won the Scudetto)
We were there when we were always winning. On the pitch. More than the others.
We were there when we stumbled.
We were there when we didn’t know where our futures lied.
We were there when we learned and accepted the decision, fighting to get back up.
We were there when we stepped onto the pitch in Rimini.
We were there when others celebrated while we watched.
We were there when some hoped we would never make it back.
We were there when we started to climb up again.
We were there when we couldn’t find the way.
We were there when we found it again, by winning.
This is our celebration, earned by the sweat of our brows.
It’s the celebration of all those who have always believed.
It’s the celebration of all you Juventus supporters, who instead of abandoning us made your voices even louder.
It’s the celebration of all those who roared for a Serie B goal the same way they did for the one that brought us the Scudetto.
It’s the celebration, why not, of our opponents (maybe not all of them) who always respected us.
It’s the celebration of Balzaretti, Belardi, Bianco, Birindelli, Bojinov, Boumsong, Buffon, Camoranesi, Chiellini, De Ceglie, Giannichedda, Giovinco, Guzman, Kovac, Lanzafame, Legrottaglie, Marchionni, Marchisio, Mirante, Nedved, Palladino, Paro, Piccolo, Trezeguet, Venitucci, Zalayeta, Zanetti, Zebina. Coach Deschamps.
It was always meant to end this way, I never stopped believing.
Thank you all, guys. Let’s enjoy it, we have earned it.
I was there, you were there. We were there. And we are there, at last.
We are back.