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Iconic Giovanni Trapattoni carried to victory in 1977 by Juventus players. In the foreground: Causio, Scirea, and Cabrini. In occasion of Juventus FC's 120th birthday, I want to take advantage of this platform to give you an account of what Juventus means to me. I wrestled with the idea of writing this due to some of its very personal insights into my life, but I nevertheless believe that it's important that I share this story with my readers/followers. Juventus represents for me a constant that bridged many of life's cliffs, providing thus safe passage to the other side of the abyss. I began supporting Juventus because it was my best friend's team. I was 8 years old, and soon after I started supporting Juventus, she underwent a 9-year scudetto drought. I didn't know major victories while I supported the bianconeri  in Italy, as a child. I didn't know what it meant to live a magical Wednesday night of Champions Cup football. I didn't know any

On my commute home one cool evening in May I feel my phone buzzing in my jacket's pocket. I pick up. "Hey, man, listen. I've got to tell you something: I've got to go", my friend Jack intimates. "And you need my permission?", I reply jokingly. "No, dude. I have to go to the final". With these words, Jack opened a door for me to complete the dream of a lifetime: to watch Juventus play and - let's not kid anyone - win a Champions League Final. Another acquaintance of mine, Dom, had already planted a little bug in my ear, suggesting that we meet in Cardiff for the final before Juve's second semifinal against Monaco, generously offering me to split his accommodations if I decided to go. The Clincher In that phone call, Jack told me that unbeknownst to each other, we both had made separate requests for a single ticket to the Juventus Club DOC of Toronto . After a protracted and iterative process my membership ($65/season)