October 22, 2017 — San Siro, Matchday 9 vs. Genoa
There was no rest now.
The time for flirting, fame, and fun was over. Milan Martinez Villa stepped into the San Siro tunnel on a crisp Sunday evening, headphones in, head down, eyes sharp.
Genoa were mid-table, but Milan wasn't playing opponents anymore. He was playing narratives. Proving that the 4–3 Inter classic wasn't a fluke. Proving he wasn't just hype. Proving he was the best player in the league — even at sixteen.
The home fans roared when the announcer read his name:
"Number 72, Milan Martinez Villa!"
He clapped toward the Curva Sud. The chants started:
"Ohhh Milan! Milan! He's gonna break your spine!"
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From kick-off, it was clear: he was on fire.
By the 7th minute, he had nutmegged a defender, dribbled through two midfielders, and nearly chipped the keeper from outside the box. The fans were gasping every time he touched the ball.
In the 14th minute, he struck gold.
Picking up a loose ball 29 yards out, Milan took one touch forward and laced it with his left foot. The ball screamed through the air and smashed the underside of the crossbar before bouncing in.
1–0 Milan.
No assist. No buildup. Just pure chaos.
He didn't celebrate much — just stared into the camera as if daring the world to doubt him again.
Minutes later, he roasted Genoa's right-back down the flank, broke his ankles with a cutback, and delivered a cross that Kalinić somehow missed from 4 yards out.
Milan looked at him, shook his head, then smirked. "You owe me one, bro."
In the second half, he turned creator — slipping a perfectly weighted through ball for Bonaventura, who made it 2–0.
Genoa pulled one back late, but the damage was done.
Final Score: Milan 2–1 Genoa.
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October 25 — Matchday 10 vs. Chievo Verona (Away)
Rain poured down in Verona. The pitch was slippery, but Milan loved it. He was unpredictable on a dry field — on a wet one, he was terrifying.
Montella gave him freedom to roam this time, starting him as a left-sided attacking midfielder instead of hugging the touchline. And Milan used it to dominate.
By the 30th minute, he had completed 9 dribbles — nine. Chievo defenders were spinning in circles, their legs giving out like they were skating.
Then came another moment of brilliance.
He picked up the ball from midfield, slalomed through four players, dropped a shoulder at the edge of the box, and let loose a left-footed rocket.
Goal.
40-yard banger. Again.
0–1 Milan.
But he wasn't finished.
In the second half, after a smart interception by Kessié, Milan danced past two tired defenders and squared it for Çalhanoğlu.
2–0.
Another assist.
Milan was subbed off in the 85th minute to a standing ovation — even Chievo fans applauded. He waved, soaked in sweat and rain, teeth gleaming.
Final Score: Milan 2–0 Chievo Verona.
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October 26–27 — The Build-Up Begins
The media couldn't get enough.
"He's not human."
"Serie A has a new king."
"Sixteen? More like twenty-six."
"The Juventus backline better pray."
He crossed 2.1 million followers on Instagram. Boot brands flooded his agent's inbox. A Nike rep even flew to Milan for a private chat.
And the fans? Wild.
Inter fans (bitter):
"It was just Genoa and Chievo. Calm down."
"He's flashy but not consistent."
"Let's see what happens against Juve."
Milan fans (fired up):
"He's gonna tear Juventus apart."
"Rugani? Barzagli? Ghosts."
"72 is the future."
Players from other leagues started chiming in.
Reece James:
"This Milan kid is crazy. What am I watching?"
João Félix:
"Serie A looks fun now 👀"
Milan saw it all. He didn't retweet. Didn't reply.
He just posted a photo from the Chievo match, captioned:
"Next stop: Juventus. See you soon."
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October 28 — Locked In
Juventus. The six-time defending champions. The empire.
No more warmups. No more underdogs. No more proving.
This was the final boss.
And Milan was coming to break the game.
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