But for me it was just the same as those childhood games back in my hometown of Maia. We had our little discussion that was picked up by the microphones during the Europa League semifinal, and the newspapers made a big deal out of it. In a way, it reminds me of what happened with my United teammate Victor Lindelöf not long ago. We had plenty of “discussions,” let’s say. Of course, these playground games could be very intense. Growing up, we would make a pitch anywhere, building goalposts out of sticks on a field that was more sand than grass. I think that if you have a dream, you need to be a little bit obsessed. You need to study.” And I just thought, “O.K., thank you. My teachers used to tell me, “Bruno, football is not a realistic dream. Blue with a single white stripe and little bit of red.īecause of Cristiano, my dream team in England was United. And for me … well, I am proud to say that even back then I was a man of sophistication. This was a big decision, you know? My brother chose a yellow Barcelona one because of Messi. So one day, we went into a Nike shop and our dad let us pick out two jackets. In Portugal, you couldn’t always find Premier League kits, and if you could, they were really expensive. This was before the Internet made it so easy to buy kits from all over the world. He was living there for work at the time. One Christmas, my brother and I went to Switzerland to stay with my dad. Who is gonna win the Ballon d’Or this year? Who scores better goals? Who is the GOAT? Everywhere you went, kids would be having arguments about who was the best, and of course it was no different with me and my brother. This was the time of young Messi and Cristiano and the peak of Ronaldinho. But in Portugal, especially at that time - the time of Euro 2004, the time of great players in Portugal National Team - if you loved football, you lived it. So thanks to him (and his friends), most of my memories as a kid involve me with the ball at the park, or me going to school with the ball under my arm. He was always telling me, “Bruno, go outside and play!” It’s kind of fun, right? But when my brother was getting older, like 15 or 16, and he wanted to bring his friends home - now all of a sudden we had a big problem! He just wanted to be alone, and I was running around the house doing whatever little brothers do. Growing up, our relationship was a bit funny because he’s five years older than me, and we always had to share a bedroom. So first, we must tell a funny story about him, no? He’s my big brother, and even worse, he’s a Barca fan.
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