I Am Zlatan by Zlatan Ibrahimovic & David Lagercrantz & Ruth Urbom

Author:Zlatan Ibrahimovic & David Lagercrantz & Ruth Urbom
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Non-Fiction, Football, Ibra, Sports, Personal Memoirs, Albert Bonnier, Biography & Autobiography, Soccer
ISBN: 9780241966839
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2013-06-27T04:00:00+00:00

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I HAD NO IDEA the police and prosecutors were bugging Moggi’s telephone, and that was probably a good thing. We and AC Milan were battling it out at the top of the league table, and for the first time in my life I was living together with someone. Helena had been pushing herself too hard. She’d been working for Fly Me in Gothenburg during the daytime and in a restaurant in the evenings, while she was also studying and commuting to Malmö.

She’d been working too hard and her health was suffering, and I told her, “Enough now. You’re moving down here with me,” and even though it was a major adjustment, I think she thought it was nice. It was like she finally had time to breathe.

I’d moved out of Inzaghi’s place into an amazing apartment with high ceilings in the same building on the Piazza Castello. It looked a little like a church, and there was a café called Mood on the ground floor where some guys who later became our friends worked. They sometimes served us breakfast, and although we didn’t have kids yet, we had Hoffa the pug, and that chubby little guy was great. We’d buy three pizzas for dinner – one for me, one for Helena and one for Hoffa, and he’d eat it all up except for the crusts, which he’d just dribble on and fling around the apartment – thanks a lot! That dog was our fat baby, and we had a good time. But we were definitely from different worlds.

On one of our holidays with my family we flew business class to Dubai, and Helena and me knew all about how you’re supposed to behave on flights and stuff. But my family are a bit different, and at six in the morning my little bro wanted a whisky, and Mum was sitting in the seat in front of him, and Mum is great of course, but she’s not one for messing around. She doesn’t like it when we drink alcohol, and you can understand that when you think about what she’s been through. So she took off her shoe. That was just her way of dealing with the issue, she took her shoe and whacked Keki right over the head with it. Just bang, boff, and Keki went nuts. He hit back. There was a huge commotion in business class at six o’clock in the morning, and I looked at Helena. She wanted to sink down into the floor.

I usually headed to the training ground around a quarter to ten in Turin, but one day I was running late, and I was rushing around in the apartment and I think we could smell smoke. That’s what Helena says, anyway. I dunno. What I do know is that when I opened the door to leave, there was a fire outside the front door. Somebody had gathered up some roses and set fire to them. We all had gas cookers in the building, and in the stairwell nearby there was a landing with a gas pipe along the wall.

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