In a good (ideal?) scenario, Icardi becomes the "prodigal son" and “goes to Canossa”, signing the improved contract to take on the role of goalscorer in a strengthened 2019/2020 Inter team, while the dressing room is turned inside out and leadership/temperament/winning mentality is injected via 2/3 players ala Godin.
Less chances of a crisis out of nowhere, but also less chances of “fare melina” (maintaining possession) for a few minutes against PSV and kill the momentum while waiting for news from Barcelona, like someone pointed out.
In the worst possible scenario, Icardi is sold to Juventus "as planned" and, instead of stepping on Ronaldo's feet and occupying the favourite "tile" of the Portuguese (in this late hyped up career-version), they complement each other perfectly on the pitch. Then Mauro goes on to become their new Trezeguet or some sort, while the media sing the praises of a strong woman like Wanda, who grew up professionally against all prejudices. With the u-turn in the narrative they made for Cristiano, the sky is the limit.
Flights of fancy, because we don't know/we can only assume the management's real intentions and what's inside Icardi's and Wanda's minds (aside from what we can infer from their characters).
Meanwhile, Gazzetta dello Sport has an interview with Mourinho (“I'm still special”) and fuels the last rumours according to which Moratti is pushing for José and whispering in Steven's ears, but also gifts the readers with an article about temporary solutions to Icardi's absence: Lautaro, Keita, Politano falso nueve, factotum Perisic, even Colidio and our new wonderboy Esposito, all are invited.
But not a single mention of Ranocchia ala Crouch: shame.