Well, what can I say about Billy's final game? He hacked down attackers like a rabid 25-year-old, he capitalized on a penalty to score the third and final goal of his long, long career at Milan--
Milan lost, not that it matters now. The curva sud made him a farewell banner, but it wasn't especially beautiful.
It was bittersweet, a little good luck and a little bad, a moment of glory and an hour of sweat, balls, and heart in the face of what was ultimately a defeat.
But that's always been Billy's story: it's always been almost a fairytale-- almost.
A happy ending? Nah. It doesn't need to be. Nothing's ended yet.
Grazie, Billy. See you next season.
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