It was a vibe, it was a new beginning, it was a fresh chapter. It was a lot of things, but above all, it was fun.
It felt different when we boarded a train an hour earlier than normal, only to find the platform already full of Toronto FC fans in red jerseys, along with a significant mix of fans in their blue Napoli kits. It felt different when you could see the buzz and excitement on the faces of old Italian men who were joyously conversing in their native language, the exact translation difficult to place verbatim, but un-mistakenly soccer, or rather calico, in its core.