A double by Pedro Rodríguez leaves Inter without the Scudetto' Barça revenge!

Football, that cruel and brilliant playwright, always keeps one last twist for the incredulous. When Inter Milan was already savoring the champagne of the 'Scudetto', Pedro Rodríguez appeared —yes, that Pedro, the one from Guardiola's Barça, the one with the goals without fanfare— to spoil the party like an unexpected guest who arrives in an old suit, but with surgical precision.

At 37 years old, Pedro doesn't run: he floats. He doesn't celebrate with euphoria: he nods, as if saying "I'm still here". In a Giuseppe Meazza full of expectations and scarves ready for celebration, the Canary Islander signed a double that resurrected Lazio and turned the stage into a tragic opera for the locals.

Inter Misses the "Scudetto" in the Last Second

The second goal, in the 90th minute, was a scalpel in Inter's self-esteem: a cold, precise, almost surgical shot, as if avenging —without rage, only with style— so many nights where the script seemed written by others.

The scenario was not neutral, nor casual. Just a few weeks ago, the same stadium had been the European cemetery of FC Barcelona. Fine irony of fate: Inter, recent executioner of Barça in the Champions League, fell victim to one of the last Mohicans of that Azulgrana generation that captivated the world. Pedro, who already seemed to live in the footnotes, was the protagonist of an unexpected epilogue.

Serie A Will Be Decided on the Last Day

And if that were not enough, the general context lent itself to Greek tragedy: Naples had drawn against Parma. The road to the title was clear for Inter, it was enough to win. But football, like good novels, despises predictable endings.

Now, Serie A will be decided on the last day. Inter must beat Como and pray that Napoli does not take the three points from Cagliari. All because of a player who was no longer in the pools, but who still has gunpowder in his boots and scars in his memory.

Pedro Rodríguez not only scored two goals. He broke a narrative. And in this sport of chronometers and whims, nothing is more valuable than that: being the man who takes the pen from the screenwriter.