I Am Zlatan Ibrahimovic

I Am Zlatan Ibrahimovic

David Lagercrantz, Zlatan Ibrahimovi?

Language: English

Pages: 232

ISBN: 2:00090030

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


I am Zlatan Ibrahimovic is the story of the football player known to fans around the world as Ibra. Get the inside story of his childhood on the wrong side of the tracks in Malmö, Sweden, and his fight against the odds. Here’s Ibra’s take on the clubs, the scandals, and on stars like Ronaldo, Ronaldinho, Patrick Vieira and Lionel Messi.

In his own words, Ibra tells us about his time on the Malmö FF youth squad, and about the dads from the nicer part of town who tried to get him kicked off the team. We get the full story about the conflicts in Ajax, the sale to Juventus, his successes in Italy and the scandal that almost ruined his career. He tells us about the wins with Inter Milan, about Mourinho, and about his most famous goals. He tells us about Helena, the kids, and his life off the pitch. And for the first time ever we get the whole truth about what really happened between him and Pep Guardiola in Barcelona.

Zlatan Ibrahimovic’s autobiography is a thrilling look behind the scenes of top division football.

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stir in media made me want to do the “right things”, at least a little bit, and when my friends started stealing cars and stuff like that, I told them: “Stuff like this doesn’t work for me anymore.” But still, I needed some kicks, like when me and a friend of mine were driving up the Industrigatan (ed note: gata=road) where all the prostitutes in Malmoe worked. Industrigatan isn’t far away from Rosengård, and I had been there and done some crazy stuff as a kid. Once I even threw an egg in the

trap. It was hopeless and I sat and jumped on the bench: Are they stupid or what? It was like the junior team in MFF. That spring we qualified to the final of the Dutch cup. We were facing Utrecht at De Kuip in Rotterdam, the same arena where the EM-final had been held two years earlier, and there was a massive pressure from the stands. It was the twelfth May 2002. There was fires and stuff and roars in the stands. For Utrecht, Ajax is the big enemy. No team is more important to beat, and the

hadn't begun. The big game that everyone was waiting for of course was against Italy in Porto on the 18th of June, and it was no secret that the Italians were gearing up for this and were full of revenge. They had only gotten a draw in the first round against Denmark, and of course none of them had forgotten the loss in the last Euros against France in Rotterdam. Italy were forced to win and had an amazing team with Nesta, Cannavaro and Zambrotta in the back and Buffon in the goal and Christian

water and put the fire out, and I just regretted not having opened the door thirty seconds earlier. Then I would have caught that idiot in the act and massacred him. Lighting a fire in our house? Sick! And with roses. Roses! The police never figured out who did it, and at that time the clubs weren't as careful about security as they are now and we forgot about the incident. You can't walk around worrying all the time. There were other things to think about. There were new things all the time,

yelling and voices. Have I said that I hate hospitals? I hate hospitals. I feel good when others feel good. If people are sick around me I get sick, and least it feels like that. I can’t explain it. But I feel really bad being in a hospital. It something in the air and the atmosphere, and most of the time I try to get away as soon as possible. But now I had decided to stay and be a part of everything, and that made me tense. I get a lot of letter from all over the world and most of the time I

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