Monday, the Day of Serenity
The pitch where Juventus One trains sits at the foot of the mountains, in Pinerolo.
They call it “Siberia” because the sun disappears early there, and the air turns cold even when it is still daytime elsewhere.
It’s from that field that you see Alessandro running, focused and happy, while his parents watch him from behind the fence, quietly, with smiles full of pride.
Every Monday, from Legnano in the province of Milan, the Folli family leaves in the early afternoon to take Alessandro to training.
Two hours there and two hours back, but it’s not a burden. “Monday is our day,” they say.
Training, pizza all together in Pinerolo, and then back on the highway toward home.
A small ritual that marks the rhythm of their weeks.
Alessandro joined Juventus One at fifteen.
A lifelong Juventus fan — at home they talk about nothing else — he dreamed of playing for Juve.
When he told his parents, they decided to try: they wrote to the Club, and two months later came the reply from Marco Tealdo.
From that day, their life took a new direction.
The first day of training was unforgettable: excitement, emotion, the dream becoming real.
Since then, Alessandro has never missed a single session.
Every trip, every kilometer, every cold evening in “Siberia” has become part of his growth.
Playing for Juventus has given him confidence and self-awareness.
With peers without disabilities, as he grew up, he often felt excluded: he played little, found no space, and frustration grew.
Here, instead, he found a pitch where he truly matters, a place where he can be a protagonist.
When he won the cup, the first thing he asked was to bring it to school to show his classmates — “I want them to see me as an athlete,” he said.
And that is exactly what he is: disciplined, precise, focused.
He never loses concentration, keeps the level high, and worries only about no longer being central in the coach’s choices — just like a real professional who cares about his role.
He has learned the value of respect, of family, and of mutual trust.
His obsession with Juventus, once seen as an overwhelming passion, has become a bridge.
A bond that unites.
A language that brings calm.
Like the day he saw Rabiot on the highway and smiled for hours, without stopping.
In Pinerolo, in the cold of “Siberia,” Alessandro runs, trains, and grows.
Every Monday is the day of serenity.
The day he feels part of something big.
