“Come ti chiami?” he asks the boy. “Enzo,” the boy says. The champion looks up, startled. For a moment, he doesn’t move. He doesn’t write. He doesn’t speak. “Enzo?” he asks, finally. “Si,” the boy says. “Mi chiamo Enzo. Anch’io voglio diventare un campione.” Stunned, the champion stares at the boy. “He says he wants to be a champion,” the father translates, misinterpreting the pause. “Like you.”
