The own goal was so ridiculous, so utterly comical, that for a moment, the entire San Siro seemed to be united in a state of stunned, disbelieving laughter.
The Torino players stared at their teammate, Ricardo Rodriguez, who was still on the ground with his face buried in the grass, as if hoping the earth would swallow him whole. Their coach on the sideline looked like he was about to have a full-blown existential crisis.
The Inter players, on the other hand, were in hysterics.
They didn't celebrate with the usual roars and fist pumps.
They just mobbed Julián Álvarez, the agent of chaos, laughing so hard they were practically crying.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Lautaro Martínez wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye.
"I did nothing!" Julián said, his face a perfect picture of angelic innocence. "I was just... being a mosquito. It is not my fault if he is allergic to tactical buzzing."
