On July 12, 1998, Zidane was still running on the pitch, the day the Gaul Rooster defeated the Samba Legion to lift the first Hercules Cup in the history of the team!
When I was seven years old, I wandered the streets of Paris every day to pick up some garbage or things that people didn't want, which allowed me to change some living expenses to subsidize my family. I was in front of the TV that day, like all the French, celebrating the Gallic holding the Hercules Cup.
I came to France with my parents in 1980 and my life didn't change much, "scavenger" could be my name, maybe someone else would like to call it that. I have nine siblings and we live together in a small apartment. Football was the only toy we had when we were kids and playing football on the streets would make me happy.
On the banks of the Seine, opposite the Bren Gardens, there is a Paris suburban team named Surenes who are mixed in the French Ninth Division. Today, they still remember kante coming to the team when he was 9 years old. The day Kanter went to check in was very quiet and humble, like every day he was there.
I was always thinner than my peers and looked a little inconspicuous and a little stunted. I also don't have good technique, carrying the ball like Zidane, the coach told me my flaws, I wouldn't kick with my left foot. I've trained harder and I think there will be a good change in a month. The change I was expecting two months later was delayed.
After we win the game I will quietly look at the trophy, I see them celebrating, they are cheering, I just have to look at the trophy, in my heart this is my trophy!
When I was 11 years old, my father left, perhaps to heaven as they are called. Does fate always like to test the people who experience suffering in life? I'm still playing football, I love it, and maybe my father is very happy that I'm still playing.
We were close to the Parc des Princes, the home of Paris Saint-Germain, and being able to play there was a dream for me and all my teammates, and slowly my teammates seemed to be gone, and those people seemed to be not interested in me. Paris Saint-Germain? Klefontaine Academy?
Slowly I turned 19 and I was still playing in Surène. It was also the year that I came to play at the Club of Boulogne in the north coastal city of Paris, 160 miles from Paris, and slowly I played more and more games, and I could get the opportunity to play every time. I feel like I'm getting better at the game, but unfortunately the team is relegated and I don't seem to be helping it.
I like to ride my bike to the training ground, sometimes my teammates ask me if I want to take you for a ride, I think cycling is good and I don't agree, some people tell me that riding a bike is a bit "humiliating", I think I like cycling. Shame doesn't seem to be anything.
In the days when I don't play football, I think more about my future work. Although I would love to be a professional player, I don't know if I can succeed, so I have to think about how to make money after not playing football, I already got a high Chinese at the age of 18, then I taught myself accounting, the good news is that when I was promoted to the first team in Boulogne, I also got my accountant certificate.
In 2013, I came to Caen, which was the first professional club in my life, after joining my family, my money seemed to become more, my teammates were driving luxury cars, and I still rode my bike, I felt nothing, but I still couldn't stand my mother's nagging, bought a car, a second-hand Leilo, I think it's good!
In Caen's first season I played all season in Ligue 2, and in this season our team was promoted to Ligue 1 and I seemed to be the player with the highest comeback rate in the air, I seemed to think nothing, it was something I should do on the pitch
Another year. I went to Leicester City and in our first year at Leicester City we won the Premier League!!
Time is a reincarnation, when I was seven years old I watched Zidane lift the Hercules Cup, and on July 15, 2018, at the Luzhniki Stadium in Russia, we beat Croatia 4:2! When the final whistle sounded, we celebrated wildly!! Once again we lifted the Hercules Cup!!
20 years ago, the scavenger boy who had watched Zidane, Deschamps and others holding cups in front of the TV may not have thought that one day in 20 years, he would be able to lift the Hercules Golden Cup with his own hands like his predecessors.
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