Autobilography of Zlatan Ibrahimovic
"I AM ZLATAN"
By Zlatan Ibrahimovic as told to David Lagercrantz
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This book is dedicated to my family and friends, to those who have stood by my side, on good days and bad. I also want to dedicate it to all the kids out there, those who feel different and don 't fit in.
Those who are seen for the wrong reasons. It 's OK to be different. Continue being yourself. It worked out for me.
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CHAPTER 1
Pep Guardiola, the coach in Barcelona, with his grey suits and troubled face, came up to me looking concerned. I thought he was all right at that time, certainly not a Mourinho or Capello, but an ok guy. This was way before we started our war. It was the fall of 2009 and I was living my childhood dream. I was playing in the best team in the world and had been welcomed by 70 000 people at the Camp Nou. I was walking on clouds. Well maybe not entirely, there were some bullshit in the papers. I was the bad boy and all that. I was difficult dealing with. But still, I was here. Helena and the kids were also good. We had a nice house in Esplugues de Llobregat and I felt fully charged. What could go wrong?
"Hey you", Guardiola said. "Here in Barca we keep our feet down on the ground."
"Sure", I said. "Fine."
"Here we don 't drive any Ferraris or Porsches to training."
I nodded, didn 't go cocky on him, like how the fuck is what car I 'm driving your concern? But I thought
"What does he want? What message is he giving me? Believe me, I don 't need any fancy cars or parking on the sidewalk to show off anymore. That wasn 't it. I love my cars. They 're a passion of mine, but I sensed something else behind his words. Kind of: don 't think you 're so special.
I had already at that point understood that Barca is like a school. The players were all nice, nothing wrong with them, and there was Maxwell, my old
By Zlatan Ibrahimovic as told to David Lagercrantz
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This book is dedicated to my family and friends, to those who have stood by my side, on good days and bad. I also want to dedicate it to all the kids out there, those who feel different and don 't fit in.
Those who are seen for the wrong reasons. It 's OK to be different. Continue being yourself. It worked out for me.
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CHAPTER 1
Pep Guardiola, the coach in Barcelona, with his grey suits and troubled face, came up to me looking concerned. I thought he was all right at that time, certainly not a Mourinho or Capello, but an ok guy. This was way before we started our war. It was the fall of 2009 and I was living my childhood dream. I was playing in the best team in the world and had been welcomed by 70 000 people at the Camp Nou. I was walking on clouds. Well maybe not entirely, there were some bullshit in the papers. I was the bad boy and all that. I was difficult dealing with. But still, I was here. Helena and the kids were also good. We had a nice house in Esplugues de Llobregat and I felt fully charged. What could go wrong?
"Hey you", Guardiola said. "Here in Barca we keep our feet down on the ground."
"Sure", I said. "Fine."
"Here we don 't drive any Ferraris or Porsches to training."
I nodded, didn 't go cocky on him, like how the fuck is what car I 'm driving your concern? But I thought
"What does he want? What message is he giving me? Believe me, I don 't need any fancy cars or parking on the sidewalk to show off anymore. That wasn 't it. I love my cars. They 're a passion of mine, but I sensed something else behind his words. Kind of: don 't think you 're so special.
I had already at that point understood that Barca is like a school. The players were all nice, nothing wrong with them, and there was Maxwell, my old