Think of a clock. The sheer perfection with which a series of links, axles, cylinders, wheels, coils and springs move simultaneously as one to keep track of time. If a single, tiny element were to be removed – if even the most miniscule screw were to go missing – the hands of the clock would be rendered motionless, unable to tick around.
Now imagine you’re sitting in the stadium. Your cheeks painted with the colours of your favourite team. Around your neck a scarf, on your lips a song. The teams enter the field of play, a resplendent green. The music begins, the television cameras broadcast the spectacle around the world, the line-ups flash up on the big screens. The stands are packed to the rafters and as you look around you catch the eye of a yellow-bibbed steward. You exchange smiles.
Hours before you arrived, someone checked that your seat was ready for you. Someone checked the microphones. Someone placed a good bottle of white wine in the cooler to chill. Out on the pitch, someone’s expert hand checked the turf to ensure the right level of moisture on every blade of grass.
Every time you take your seat at Juventus Stadium, 1500 people are moving simultaneously as one in order to ensure you have the best 90 minutes of your week.