The players' thoughts were the fans' thoughts.
The Rossoneri celebrated as if they had won the title.
The Nerazzurri cursed everything, including God's unfairness.
The 1-1 scoreline represented different futures in different fans' eyes.
Davids deliberately ran over to celebrate with Dejan Lu, brimming with passion.
As the first player to retain his starting left-wing position under Dejan Lu, his status was no small thing.
When Dejan Lu came on as a substitute, he had already prepared himself to be taken off.
He had not expected Savićević to be the one substituted.
On that point alone, he could probably rank in the top ten in Dutch history.
No matter how great Cruyff was, if he had been younger and played on the same team as Dejan Lu, wouldn't he still have had to make way for Dejan Lu?
Van Basten had also given up his place to Dejan Lu because of the foreign-player quota.
Looking at it that way, the value of today's match had risen again.
Davids pondered whether he should start telling people he was a winger. Once he retired, he could tell young Dutch players stories about how he and Dejan had flown down the wings together.
Moratti shook his head in the stands.
Before buying Inter Milan, he had witnessed this kind of thing countless times.
He was disappointed, but he had been somewhat prepared for it.
At that moment, he somewhat regretted giving the family business to his cousin.
Otherwise, with his father's company in hand, even if he could not throw money at Dejan Lu to force a transfer, could he not throw money at a match?
Big stars were unwilling to get involved in such things only because the money was not enough.
Moratti felt that if he spent fifty million on a