Adrenaline. He describes it in every sense. It will also be on the cover of the autobiography, which will see the light of day on Thursday, it will touch on many details from life and career, which is in the final sequence, but is still as spectacular as it was in the beginning.
Just like every statement of Zlatan Ibrahimovic in an interview with Corriere della Sera on the occasion of his new book "Adrenaline" It runs him all the time. It gives him the opportunity to last, to compete at the age of 40 at the top level.
And to boil with self-confidence, so when asked if he believes in God, he responds succinctly. "Not! Only in myself. I don't even believe in the afterlife. No, because this is life now. When you're dead - you're done.
I'm not even sure if I want a funeral or a tombstone, "Zlatan explained. When he leaves this world one day, it will be written that he broke through from the ghetto of Malmö to the top. Although he had to fight against stereotypes since he was a child.
Even when he became a professional, he didn't get the attention he deserved for a long time, but he made those who don't like him respect him with games. The greatest recognition. "I was constantly suffering as a child.
Ever since I was born, because my midwife dropped me from almost a meter in height. I also struggled through life."
"At school, I was different from everyone else: the class around me was blonde, with bright eyes and a nose, and I was the only one with black, brown eyes and a big nose."
"I spoke differently, I moved differently. The parents of my teammates wrote a petition to expel me from the team (while he was in Malmö, op. Cit.). I started behaving badly. I was isolated." "Then I learned to transform: I transformed suffering into strength.
When I'm happy, I play well, but if I'm angry, hurt, in pain, I'm even better. I feed myself with the energy of people who love me, but I take more than those who hate me. " He hates to look back, but he has to "My father suffered a lot during the war in the former Yugoslavia.
Not a day would have passed without him reading in the newspaper how a person he knew had died." "He helped the refugees, he tried to keep me safe, he always protected me. When his sister died in Sweden, he didn't even let me go to the morgue."
"Although, when my brother died of leukemia, I was there. My brother was waiting for me until the last moment, he almost stopped breathing in front of me. We buried him according to Muslim customs. Dad didn't shed a tear that day. The next day he went to the cemetery. He cried from morning till tomorrow. "