“Waste”. “Unfulfilled Promise”. Labels that his world “stuck” to him football and who still carries them on him. Mainly, he has them in his soul and it suffers every time he thinks about what he experienced, what made it difficult for him and what led him to disappearance from everyone and everything.
“I enjoy this … stigma of football waste. I could have been involved in illegalities, but I haven’t. I could have dabbled in drugs, but I didn’t either. I don’t like to party in clubs. I just go to the same spot every day, in the neighborhood, to Nana’s kiosk. Whoever seeks me will find me there. And yes, I drink every day. But do you know how a man like me came to drink every day?’ he says in the unlikely text hosted on theplayerstribune.com website.
Her Brazilian legend Inter not long ago he was seen in a condition which caused the people to be alarmed, for in an evident state of intoxication, half naked, and almost unable to rise from the chair and the pavement, he looked quite beside himself.
And yet, this is his everyday life. “I was once called the Emperor. Even now I don’t know why. People still don’t understand why I quit football and went back to my neighborhood, drinking myself into oblivion…
My father had seen his own dad die from alcohol. My father died from a bullet to the head. Even now I can’t handle it. It changed my whole life. The bullet that passed through his head, without even participating in the fight that had then broken out, left him on the bed, unable to do anything. My mother worked for two” states among other things and continues:
“When we were little, we bathed with a bucket of water that we poured on our heads. We still do it now on hot days in Rio. I prefer it to swimming pools…
In the favela we open the door and immediately see an acquaintance. At Milan it wasn’t like that. They were all strangers. No one was saying good morning to anyone. OR depression it hits you right away in icy Milan. I felt sk@@@ in the winter. I didn’t want to do anything. I was alone and Seeendorf usually during the Christmas holidays he invited those teammates who lived nearby. I went too, but I sat for a while and left to go home. I called my mother and listened to everyone having fun. I fell asleep from crying and drinking. I drank a bottle by myself.
People don’t understand why I went back to the favela. I didn’t do it for the booze, drugs or women. I did it for her freedom. I wanted to be human again. Do you know why I left all that money and football? Because I wasn’t well. Because I wanted space to do what I like. There is nothing wrong here. I am at complete calm and peace. I walk barefoot and shirtless, play dominoes, remember incidents from our childhood, drink, dance, listen to music and sleep on the floor. That’s why I came back…”.
Read the full shocking write-up at theplayerstribune.com
Source: Sport Fm
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