Vs Inter Milan (8)

Lecce had finally scored that breath-stealing fourth goal.

The kind of goal that didn't feel real until it rippled the back of the net, until the silence of the stunned home crowd was broken by the euphoric scream of a few thousand away fans packed into one defiant corner of the San Siro.

The rest of the stadium was a wall of shock.

But Lecce's corner, their proud little square of yellow and red in a sea of black and blue, roared into life. They erupted in a burst of ecstatic disbelief, waving scarves, punching the sky, screaming like they had just been handed a miracle. It wasn't just a goal, it was a revolt. It was a declaration that they belonged, even in a stadium built to humble teams like theirs.

But not everyone celebrated.

Alex Walker didn't jump. He didn't raise his hands. He didn't run down the touchline like a man on fire.