Zlatan's Book

Im posting Zlatan's book here for those who are interested in reading it,i wont post it at once though..


This book is dedicated to my family and friends, all who have followed me
and been by my side, good days as well as bad. I
also want to spend all the children out there a thought, any child who
feels a little odd and different, that does not really fit into and become
seen by the wrong reasons. It's ok to not be like everyone else. Continue to
believe inyourself, it all worked out for me after all.
1
Pep Guardiola, coach of Barcelona, with their gray suits and brooding
faces, came up to me and looked uncomfortable.
I thought he was all right at that time, no Mourinho or Capello exactly, but
an okay guy. This was long before we began the war. The
was the fall of 2009 and I lived in my boyhood dream. I'm the world's best
team and had been received by seventy thousand people at the Camp Nou.
I was walking on clouds, or maybe not entirely. That was some bullshit in
the papers. I was a bad boy and all that: I was difficult to be
with. But anyway, I was here. Helen and the kids liked it. We had a nice
house in Esplugues de Llobregat, and I was psyched. What could go
wrong?
"You," said Guardiola. "Here in Barca, we have feet on the ground."
"Sure," I said. "Fine!"
"So here we are not having any Ferrari or Porsche to training sessions."
I nodded, ran no cocky style, like: What the hell have you with my car to
do? But I thought: What does he want? What is the message he
send? Believe me, I do not show me tough anymore and run some cool car
and park on the pavement, type. That's not it. But I love
cars. It is my passion and above all did I know something else behind
those words. It was a bit: do not think you are one!
I had already taken to Barcelona was a bit of a school, an institution. The
players were nice, nothing wrong with them, and there was Maxwell, my
old friend from Ajax and Inter Milan. But honestly, none of the guys acted
like superstars and it was weird. Messi, Xavi, Iniesta,
the whole gang, who were school children. The world's best football
players stood and bowed, and I understood nothing. It was ridiculous. If
the coaches in Italy
says jump, I ask the stars: Wade, why should we jump?
It jumped all at the beck and call. I did not fit, if at all. But I thought: Like
what's up! Not confirm their prejudices! Therefore, I started
adapt to me. I was more than nice. It was not wise. Mino Raiola, my agent,
my friend, he said:
"What's wrong with you Zlatan? I do not recognize you. "

Oh ma gawd I want this book so bad

no humble and respectful enough = kicked (politely) out of barcelona

Diego Armando Maradona wrote:no humble and respectful enough = kicked (politely) out of barcelona

2nd page

No one knew me, no coils, no. I was sad, and then you will know that I
have ever since Malmö FF has had a philosophy: I run my
style. I do not care what people think and I have never felt at home among
the prefect. I like guys who drive through a red light, if you understand
what I mean.
But now ... I did not say what I wanted.
I said that I thought you would say. It was totally sick. I drove the Audi
club and stood there and nodded as at school, or that I
perhaps should have been, and nodded at school. I barked just like my
teammates anymore. I was boring. Zlatan Ibrahimovic was no longer, and
the
had not happened since I went on Borgarskolan and saw girls in Ralph
Lauren shirts for the first time and was about to shit on me when I would
invite them out. Yet I started the season bright. I scored the goal. We won
the UEFA Super Cup. I shone. I dominated. But I was
one another. Something had happened, nothing serious, not yet, but still. I
stopped and it is very dangerous, believe me. I must be mad to play well.
I have to scream and live on. Now I kept it inside me. Maybe it had with
the press to do. I do not know.
I was the second most expensive transfer service ever, and the newspapers
wrote that I was a problem child and was wrong on the character, all sorts
of rubbish,
and unfortunately, I felt the weight of it all - that here in the Barca sticks
we do not, and it, and I guess I wanted to show me, I could too. The
was the dumbest thing I've done. I was still cruel on the pitch. But it was
not as fun anymore.
I even thought about to give up football, not that I would break my
contract, I am a professional. But I lost my desire,
and then came the Christmas break. We stuck to Åre and I rented a
snowmobile. As soon as life is stationary, I want action. I always drive like
a fool.
I have burned three hundred twenty-five with my Porsche Turbo and
thundered away from the cops. I've done so many crazy name that I just
want
think of it, and now in the mountains I heaped on with my scooter and got
frostbite and had the fun any time.
Finally some adrenaline rushes! At last the old man Zlatan and I thought:
Why should I hold on? I have money. I do not have to tear the
idiots to coach. I can have fun instead and take care of the family. It was a
nice time. But not for long. When we returned to Spain
came the catastrophe. Not directly, perhaps, it crept in, but it was in the air.

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It seemed an insane snowstorm. It was as if the Spaniards had never seen
snow before, and with us in the mountains were cars on the diagonal and
tvärsen
everywhere, and Mino, the fat idiot - the wonderful thick idiot may I add,
if anyone would mistake it - froze like a dog in
his shoes and his summer coat and persuaded me to take the Audi. It was
going to hell. In down the hill, we lost control and
thundered against a concrete wall and I screwed up the whole right
shoulder of the car.
Many of the team had crashed in bad weather, but none as damned as I
am. I won the crash-tion contest too, and we laughed about it, and indeed,
I was still myself sometimes. I felt even decent. Then suddenly Messi
talk. Lionel Messi is cruel. He is incredible. I
do not know him particularly. We are totally different. He joined Barca as
a thirteen year old. He is educated in the culture and have no problem with
the
where school shit. In the team game revolves around him, quite naturally
really. He is brilliant, but now I had arrived, and made more goals than
he said. He went to Guardiola and said:
"I do not want to play on the right wing anymore. I want to Lira in the
middle. "
At the center high up I was. But it ignored Guardiola in. He changed his
tactics. From four-three-three, he moved to four-five-one with me on
top and Messi just behind and I ended up in the shade. The balls went
through Messi and I did not play my game. On the plane, I must be free to
a bird. I'm the guy who wants to make a difference at all levels. But
Guardiola sacrificed me. That is the truth. He locked me up there. Okay, I
can
make his situation. Messi was the star.
Guardiola must listen to him. But come on! I had scored the goals in
Barca, and been cruel to me. He could not adapt the team
after a single guy. I mean, why the hell he had bought me in that kind of
case? No one pays that kind of money to strangle me as a player.
Guardiola must think of us both, and of course, the atmosphere in the club
management was nervous. I was their biggest investment ever, and I
was not feeling well in the new lineup. I was too expensive to not feel
good. Txiki Begiristain, sports director, was on me and said I had to
talk to the coach.
"Red it out!"
I did not like it. I am a player who accepts the position. But yes, fine, I did
it! One of my friends told me: "Zlatan, it is as Barca bought a Ferrari and drive it as a Fiat, "and I thought, okay, it's a
good argument.Guardiola has transformed me into a simpler.

Keep em coming this is awesome

Loool, nice, keep it up.... the book is in English or what?

Sticky Thread please.

4th page

So I went up to him. It was on the field, during practice, and I was sure
something. I would not fight, and I said to him:
"I do not want to fight. I do not want war. I just want to discuss. "
He nodded. But perhaps he saw a little scared anyway, so I repeated
myself:
"If you think I want to fight, I go from here. I just want to talk. "
"Good! I like to talk to the players. "
"Listen!" I continued. "You do not use my capabilities. Was it just a scorer
you wanted, you should purchase Inzaghi or anyone. I need
surfaces, and be free. I can not just run up and down in depth all the time. I
weigh ninety-eight pounds. I have not the physics. "
He pondered. He brooded always into hell.
"I think you can play like this."
"No, it's better that you sit on the bench. With all due respect, I understand
you, but you sacrifice me to other players. This will not do. The
is that you bought a Ferrari and drive it as a Fiat. "
He pondered some more.
"Okay, maybe it was a mistake. This is my problem. I will solve it. "
I was happy. He would fix it. I went out with a lighter step, but then came
the icy cold. He barely looked at me, and I am no one cares
about such things, not really, and despite my new position I continued to
be brilliant. I made new goals, not as attractive targets in Italy. I
low to high up. It was not really Ibra-Kadabra longer, but still ... Against
Arsenal away at the new Emirates Stadium in the Champions League
lirade
we have them out completely. It was a boiling atmosphere. First twenty
minutes was absolutely incredible, and I did a zero-and two-nil, it was
beautiful goal again, and I thought, I do not care Guardiola! I run on only!
But then I switched out and then came Arsenal again and shot one-two and
two-two, it was crap, and afterwards I had a sore calf, and normally
coaches worry about that. An injured Zlatan is a true and serious thing for
any team. But Guardiola was ice cold. He did not say a thing
and I was gone for three weeks, and not once he came up and asked:
"How are you, Zlatan? Can you play the next game? "
He did not even say good morning. Not a word. He avoided my gaze. I
stepped into a room, he went out. What is this about? I thought. I have
done something? I see errors like? Am I weird? It was absolutely buzzing
in the head. I could not sleep.

Not meaning to be a buzzkill, however jiopsi has a point. It's one thing to post previews that the publisher has decided to release, it's quite another to post the entire book, page by page.

Read the first page....

Jest of it: He's a man, not a boy that simply follows instructions. Whether that's good or bad within a football team is for others to judge. I see nothing wrong with questioning things.

No matter what, personally, I enjoyed every single second he spent at Barca. The problems he has with Pep - is their business. I will always be a fan of his.

lol just "tried" to read page 2... worst translation ever? Thanks for this, viva...

Don't really need to read more to see where this is going. No matter how successful he became, this was never going to work.

lol felt at one point to buy ipad 2.0 just for zlatan book app. i want book though

i actually have the e-book. someone translated it and changed it into pdf format.

nm about the rights etc.... we'll pm him if we really want

But its all from that preview thing, im reading it? Or is it the entire book u got?

Well initial thoughts about Ibra's problem at Barca and with Guardila in general. I understand mroe after reading his pov, but hes just wrong. Hes so self-centered, and everything he doesnt like about Barca, he wants things his own way, he is the key, he is the star, which is not Barca's way.... especially not with Messi there, and Barca's style.... kinda sad though, Ibra is a big talent, but flawed aspects mentally, which is probably now I realised he performed so poorly during the latter half of that season, he was awful. Understandable now that we know what went on behind the scenes...

And surprisingly footballers actually call known journalists to discuss their happenings at a club, no wonder some do get inside info.

I=m not sure Guardiola handled it perfectly though. Maybe he should have been more conversations with Ibra. But all in all I guess the reason why Guardiola never bothered is he knew Ibra's mentality and explanantions to him wont work since Ibra wont accept it...

Continued on read the kindle thing.... what a hard growing up....no wonder hes like he is...acting all though and sh*t.... its 2 sided though, he has to act though in order not to be beaten down, but I think he has a weak side obviously, u cant grow up like that and not be negatively affected in some ways... it shows sometimes, like the times he had at Barca.... but I guess credit to him, hes gone on to be very successful footballer, otherwise he would be been a criminal in his words

Would be interested in reading more~

thank you!! keep it up?...

To those complaining about copyright.

Yeah sure maybe but on the internet everything is fair game. Don't tell me you wouldn't download a car.

fishball wrote:i actually have the e-book. someone translated it and changed it into pdf format.

better than viva's translation?

Zealous wrote:To those complaining about copyright.

Yeah sure maybe but on the internet everything is fair game. Don't tell me you wouldn't download a car.

Depending on where the servers for forummotion are it could lead to forummotion being shut down.

lmao at whoever was talking about copyright

it's a load of gibberish engrish nonese