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- So you screamed like that in front of everyone? - Yes, I was used to Swedish hazing.

When I turned pro down there and sat down to dinner and they were going to say something, I thought:

"What the fuck—I'm driving the pig!"

It was like players' wives, coaches, everything.

That fucking sound, well— pigs are a lot smarter than you think.

They can sense when they're about to be slaughtered.

One starts screaming, then it spreads to the whole farm.

Terrible. Once you've heard it, you'll never forget it.

Anders? Is all this from Milan?

- Salami and cheese.

I heard from Peter. Congratulations! Good luck! - Thanks.

- Try it. Best to get used to this food.

- Does the contract include accommodation? - Yes, they arrange everything.

- It's going to be good.

SPRING

What did they pay for him?

- I don't remember.

- There's an old injury on the left hip. - What about the knee? It looks a little swollen.

How old is he? - Nearly 17.

- He's pretty skinny. - We said that about Coutinho too.

And Pirlo.

- Hi, Disco. Exactly, he's doing his medical now.

Well, I saw Tancredi posted something on Twitter. But you'll be the first to write that it's official.

What are you doing?

- Nothing.

No no.

I—

I would just like to say a few words to little Matti.

When you started kindergarten, and they asked all the kids what they wanted to be when they grew up—

everyone said astronaut. Except you. You said, "I want to be a 'poof footballer'."

And obviously, as a mother, I was worried sometimes when you were eight years old—

crawling home from training because you'd been working so hard.

But that's also what I admire about you.

I'm not very happy about you moving.

But we've taken it in. We've talked about it.

God! Sorry—

I also understand that this is the kind of chance you only get once in a lifetime.

So let's drink a toast. Go down there and make us proud!

Are you playing yourself?

- No. - Yes you are.

Nice.

- Did you invite Dad?

- No. Well—no, I didn't.

- Do you think he knows what's happened?

- Actually—

I don't know. I have no idea. No idea at all.

I'm going to bed. Don't sit up too long.

You have to leave early. - Good night.

Do you like the song?

- Yeah, sure. - Old Italian song.

Mr. Bengtsson. Welcome. - Thank you.

- Come with me.

How was the trip? - Very good.

Anyone have a pen?

here you are.

- Thank you.

Lift your chin a bit, as if you just signed on.

Chelsea and Ajax both tried to sign him.

Beautiful. Isn't it. - Yes, very.

- You will start in our Primavera team.

It's like a gateway between the youth academy and the first team.

Just one step away—from this.

I'm sorry, I—I think I was supposed to have my own room?

- Okay. okay, I don't know, but I check.

This is your Italian number. If you need me, I live in the basement.

- So—you don't speak Italian?

- Sorry, just English. I'll get lessons in Italian.

- Poor bastard.

Hi.

Hi. I'm Martin.

- Isn't he Swedish? Looks like a gypsy.

- How old do you think he is? Twelve?

- Guaranteed innocence.

- How long's he gona last?

- Three weeks. - I'll give him ten days.

- 500, we got a bet? - 500 euros.

- Done.

Hi.

Hi Mum, it's me.

No, but it—it's good.

It's a blast. It all feels very professional.

Everyone's older, but they seem good. Nice and that.

My contract says I'll have my own room, so it'll all work out.

Come on! Focus, focus!

Okay, guys.

Today we play against the A-team, so I want you to give 200% on the field ...

Bengtsson in centre midfield with Tonolli.

Luca and Karl forwards, Edmund and Christian on the right wing. Okay?

- He says you're starting in centre midfield.

Focus. They will have to toil. Come on!

Good work, Bengtsson. Good work.

Good job, Bengtsson. Well done! Good.

What—? Pass the ball. - Just shut up and play. Play.

Bengtsson! I told you to hold your position!

Can I sit here?

Is anyone sitting here?

- No, sit.

Trust me on that one.

- Okay.

- Do you live in the house too? - Yeah.

But I've been away for a couple of days on national duty. I'm American.

You're from—? - Sweden.

- I guess you were expensive then.

- Why?

- Because everyone hates you already.

Ten more minutes! Come on.

Don't complain!

Brother, she plays in a completely different league.

Fuck—! What the hell—?

Do you know how to get a bank account? - Sure.

- It's for the sign-on bonus.

- You got a sign-on?

How much?

- I don't know.

- Yeah you do!

How much?

Euro?

What you gona do with it?

- I don't know. Buy a guitar or something.

- He's gona buy a fucking guitar?

Dude, you can buy a hundred fucking guitars for that money. You have to think bigger.

What have you been fantasizing about having, ever since you were a little kid?

Kids! Come here!

Nice.

Really expensive.

- Hey, do you have something a little—cheaper?

- Here you are. This has been mostly used as a demonstrator.

What happened there? - You just turn it off. Push it up. Up.

You'll have to drive it.

- You don't drive? - I'm 16.

- I keep forgetting that.

But you do know how to drive? - No.

- Like—not at all?

Your dad never let you take the wheel?

Jesus bro!

What are you doing?

- Your turn.

You start by putting the key in the ignition and turning it.

- What now?

- Well—you do know which one's the gas and which one's the brake?

- No. No!

- You serious? - I don't know that. I can guess.

- No! Don't guess. Fuck, man, you should have bought an automatic.

If I'd known, I'd have fucking told you that.

Right hand side— -Yeah.

- you have the gas. Okay.

Middle—brake. On the left—clutch. - Cool.

Ready? - Okay.

- Go.

Okay. Coulda been worse. You coulda crashed. Okay, try again.

Here we go. Three, two, one—drive!

- Slow? -Yes, slowly. Yeah, you got it!

-Yes!

- Now we're talkin! Yeah, fuckin A! - What the fuck are you doing?

- Do I—? - Go straight. Go straight. Change gear.

Yeah, change gear, come on. Okay, dude, look.

This is the dick of your car. Treat it with some respect.

Take the fucking corner! - Here?

-You got it. You got it. - Okay!

- Now fucking continue. What you fucking looking at me for? Drive drive drive.

Yes! Yes!

Hey. try this.

- Do you have your own room? -Yes, the other guy got promoted

- How many players get promoted each year? - One, two max.

- And how many get released? - Five or six.

Now, since you got here, one of those guys is probably gona have to leave mid- season.

- So do you think I should worry? that someone like—tries something?

- Two years ago, we had this Portuguese striker.

Walter was constantly picking on him, until one day he just, you know, punched him in the face.

Next day fired, so—

if you give them a chance to destroy you—

they'll take it.

Come on!

Hey. What's happening? Why are you freezing me out?

What? In Primavera, it doesn't fucking matter if we win or lose.

How about proving you should be promoted?

Forget about the team, man.

This is not a match, it's a fucking audition.

Come on!

Yes! - Come on boys.

- Dario, you take the free kick.

- I got it, I got it.

- Send it to the far post, understand? - Understood, far post.

- Come on, Martin! What the hell is the Swede doing?

So fucking easy.

So fucking easy!

What are you listening to?

What is this? - This is my—

my winning song. - Winning song?

- If I play well I listen to it after the game.

- Only if you played well?

- Okay, so. Imagine you're being promoted to the Prima Squadra.

Or like, sold to fucking Real Madrid.

You walk out of the house, slo-mo? Turn around—

look all of these fuckers in the eye and just like—

So long, bitches!

- This is the song you play?

- Yup.

- Sure.

- You're one strange fucking dude.

SUMMER

Fuck off! What are you looking at? What the fuck are you looking at?

You bastards!

You fucking prick!!

Go to hell!

-I'm gonna kill you. -What happened?

- He got fired.

- Stop. Calm down. - It's not fair!

- I know, but you have to calm down.

Don't break down, brother. Don't break.

Come on then! Come on!

- Hey!

- I'm here—Sweden.

- Let me go! -Stop this!

Don't do it boy. He's just trying to bring you down with him.

Come on, gay bastard. Hit me.

- Hey! That's enough!

Silent. Be quiet for a moment.

I want to propose a toast. A toast to Walter.

I don't understand why the club is letting you go.

It feels like yesterday we came to Interello. How old were we? Ten, eleven?

We've seen everything. Been through bad times, good times.

The most important thing is we grew up together.

You will land on your feet. I know it.

- To Walter! - To Walter!

Drink, drink!

Water! I want some water! Water! Water!

- Here's some water. Drink it.

- Shit on you! - Calm down.

- Fucking dickhead! - Let it go.

- Fuck off! -Stay here, for fuck's sake!

Did you like the female bear?

- Walter! - Where the hell are you going?

Walter! Come down.

- You'll hurt yourself, Walter. -You have to come down.

-Walter, stop. Get down from there. -Stop it now. Come down.

Come down! What are you doing?

You're all fucking idiots!

Fucking gays!

I'm gonna fuck you all in the ass!

Come on.

Jump, then.

- What did he say? - Damned if I know.

Jump!

Jump—Jump—

- Go fuck yourselves! I'll pee on you! - What the hell are you doing?

- I'm going to pee on you. - Dario, climb up and get him down.

- Me? I'm worth 500,000 euros. What's he worth? A cheeseburger?

I can't— I'll spray you, you bastards.

Fucking dickheads. Where the hell are you going?

I'm squirting on you. Fuck off.

- Bye then, Walter.

You can all go fuck yourselves!

Excuse me, what time do they feed the rhinos?

Excuse me, what time do they feed the rhinos?

What nice shoes.

BENGTSSON LEADS INTER TO VICTORY

Can we have two beers, old girl?

And two linguine al gorgonzola from your secret menu?

This guy is celebrating an important birthday.

-Oh really? How old is he? -30.

He's my big brother. Has taught me everything I can.

Sure, and I'm Beyoncé.

- Good, huh?

- In Sweden, we have a saying. "Det är så gott att det knullar i munnen."

Which means: "It's good enough to fuck you in the mouth."

You're funny!

- Didn't you know that? - Not really, no.

- Now you do.

Hot date?

- No, it's my—it's my Mom. So not really.

What does she do?

- She takes care of old people.

- And your dad?

- I don't know.

- What do you mean you don't know?

- I don't know.

- When was the last time you saw him?

- Does it matter? - No.

- Then why do you ask?

- Sorry.

All right, guys.

On Sunday we have the most important match of the season.

But we will play with our heads held high, without holding back.

It doesn't matter that it's Juve, it doesn't matter that it's in Turin.

I want you hyped up!

Excuse me. There's been a mistake.

- What mistake?

- Shouldn't I be playing?

- No. On Sunday you play with Allievi Nazionali.

What's Allievi Nazionali? - Under 17s. Youth team.

- What? I'm demoted?

- I guess.

- What the fuck!

Did he throw the shirt on the ground?

Bengtsson!

Director Galli wants to talk to you.

Signor Bengtsson is here. - Show him in.

I notice a change in you. Especially in the match you played with Allievi Nazionali.

It won't happen again.

I'm the one has talked to Panelli to leave you out against Juve.

I was curious to see how you'd take it.

You know—talent development is often seen as something mythical.

Who makes it, who doesn't.

The difference between a player who's out in the gutter at eighteen

and the one who six months later is worth 40 million euros.

Do you want to know the secret? - Yes.

- At this level, talent, technique, speed— that's all secondary to something else.

Something much harder to scout.

A hunger.

A desperation in the eyes that says—

I would rather die than fail.

But what is that in a person?

A void, a defect?

But then Ibra had that defect. Pirlo, Materazzi, Zanetti.

Nothing satisfied them.

They just knew they needed to push forward, forward, forward.

Do you know why I won't bench you?

That is why, unlike many colleagues,

I'm not that interested in those who play their way out of the slums.

Their desperation is not the one in the soul. It's material.

As soon as they sign their first contract, their need is satisfied forever.

But the hunger, the desperation I saw in your eyes this weekend—

is a battle against something else.

You won't be playing with Primavera this week either.

- Why not? - You've been selected for the first team.

- I—I'm going to play with—? - Yes.

Sampdoria. At home. The San Siro.

Congratulations. - Thank you.

Do you think you'll get to play a bit then? Have they said anything?

- I don't know. I'm starting on the bench.

This is what you've been dreaming of. It's like you've made it!

- I know.

Everything's fine. Everything's fine.

- Now we drive, guys! - Here we go!

Bengtsson, Ali. Come on, go and warm up.

What? - Are we gona to play?

- No no no, just warming up.

Bravo, Bengtsson.

Hello?

- Hello. Who have I reached? - Who's that?

- Someone called me earlier from this number. Mikael, I think.

- That's my Dad.

- Can I talk to him?

- Dad, call on your mobile!

-Yes, this is Micke. Hello? - Hello.

Is that you, Matti?

I saw your call.

- Yes of course. I just wanted to say I watched the match.

And it—

Wow, it— - Yes, it's—

- Is everything good down there in Italy?

- Yes it's good.

Very—professional.

- Yes, I can imagine that. - Yes.

- Good food and all that.

I'll never forget the time you crawled home from training.

You'd pushed yourself so damn hard.

And now you've made it. I'm so proud of you. - Thanks.

- Thanks

- Dad, who are you talking to?

Wait a minute, little lady.

Yeah, so—how are things otherwise? Everything good?

I thought it—it might be good to meet sometime.

I've thought so many times that I should—

- Dad, they're calling me—

My man! Yes!

Congrats! - Let's go out. Celebrate.

- Sure.

Yes! Get some glasses.

Ohh hey—Ladies! Come and celebrate with us. Come and join us.

- So you guys have heard of Martin Bengtsson,right? - No?

- So. Where are you guys from? - Japan.

- Japan. - California.

- Berlin. - Berlin? Nice.

- How about you? - She's from Stockholm.

- So let me guess. You guys are in Milan to work as—plumbers?

- Pretty close.

- Pretty close? - Yeah.

- Felt like it would be something like you're good with your hands

Hey!

Have you met my husband? - Sorry, I didn't know.

- Yes. We got married last year.

- On a boat. - Okay.

- Sorry. I'm not hitting on you. I just needed—

a little help. - That's okay, no problem.

- Thanks.

Do you like this? - The song?

- Yeah. - No.

-What music do you like then? - That's a fairly personal question.

- No, it's not. - It is. We don't know each other.

- Get to know me then. - Okay—

Who are you?

- I am a—

footballer.

- Even though I didn't ask what you do, but —

- No.

- Sorry, I didn't really have the energy to listen to your keffa friend earlier.

Are you celebrating something?

- Yes, we're celebrate my first appearance with Inter's first team.

- And that's a—big thing?

- It's—it's the one thing I've been dreaming about since I was like three.

- So when you were like three, you sat at home and thought "one day I will play with—"

- Inter. - Inter.

Dad was in the Italian league so we watched some at home.

What about you? Did you come here to work? Model?

- It's not like this was—the dream, either. The—

It just—happened.

Like borrowing—someone else's life or something.

- What do you want to be? - Do you have to know that?

What do you want to be?

- This is it. Football.

So—what?

- Yeah—I've worked as a model since I was about fifteen.

And I've never seen anyone with such anxiety about eating a few french fries.

- It's about 25,000 calories! - No.

- Sweetheart! Come and hang with us instead. - Dream on.

- Do you speak fluently?

- Sort of.

- Say something, then.

He would not look like a football player—

if it were not for the awful glasses and the terrible jacket.

- Okay—

- Did you understand?

- No, my vocabulary is—really small.

- Say something, then.

Offside.

Pass the ball.

Injury.

What nice shoes!

Yellow card. - No thanks.

Bastard referee! Pasta, please.

Fucking pig!

More!

More!

Special offer. Pizza, pasta—

- Jump on.

I wake up, I eat. I train, I sleep.

I wake up, I eat, I exercise, I sleep.

What nice shoes! What time do—?

What nice shoes! What time are the rhinos fed?

What time are the rhinos fed ...

More.

More.

AUTUMN

No, listen, listen. I twisted my foot because the photographer asked me to jump.

So I jumped. How is that my fault?

Okay. Whatever. Ciao.

- Your agent? What did they say?

The regular old shit about being tired, fat and old. And so's my foot.

Hang on, grab that for me.

- But they can't kick you out? - Of course they can.

- Doesn't that worry you? - Inshallah.

Yours are much worse than mine.

When I lived in Tokyo—

an old man came up after a show -and paid $500 for my used tights.

With the foot covered in blood.

- What, so he could jerk off with them?

- I didn't ask.

- Why didn't you ask him?

- It was obvious that's what he wanted them for.

What's your wallpaper?

- It's a tiger.

- Eating a human?

- Eating and eating—

It was taken at some zoo in like China.

Some poor tiger they've locked up there for twenty years.

Then one day when the keeper arrives—

It's a nice picture. - A nice picture—

- What? Imagine yourself:

They've had you locked up for about twenty years deciding what you do and what you eat.

And selling tickets for people to stare at you for days on end.

Until they think you've got used to it all and just kind of given up.

But actually you've been pacing around and just waiting and waiting—

waiting and waiting—

You can see it in your eyes.

"You thought you knew everything about me. You thought you could tame me."

"But you don't know what I'm capable of."

- So the tiger speaks English? - Shut up!

Yes, the tiger speaks English!

Shut up out there too.

Shut up.

What are you doing out here, Bengtsson?

What the hell are you writing? - Nothing.

- We have a team meeting in five minutes. Hurry up.

This bag was found by chance inside the house.

We don't know who it belongs to. But I expect—

the owner to come to me and say: "It's mine, Mr Emilio."

Otherwise— - Otherwise we start getting rid of people.

It doesn't matter who.

We've been too soft.

Luca hasn't been able to protect you from all the dangers that threaten a professional footballer.

Therefore, we're strengthen the security of the house.

From now on you have to ask Luca if you want to go out.

Rooms will be inspected regularly.

There are dozens of guys of your calibre out there just waiting.

They are ready to take your place.

Ready to do anything to get the same chance as you.

- Hey man. Where are you?

- Out. You? - I'm on the tram to Vibeke's.

I just—

Do you know whose drugs it is? - No.

- But you're not afraid the Italians would like say it's yours or mine to get rid of us?

- Are you calling on the SIM card Luca gave you?

- Yes, why?

- You shouldn't talk about stuff like this on the phone.

He's free. Cover him!

What the fuck are you doing!

- Fuck!

- What the hell? - He was yours!

- Come on now! Come on!

Do you know what that was?

It was shameful. Embarrassing.

None of you did what I asked. None.

Bengtsson, what did you do when they scored?

- I marked my player. - Oh really?

I apologize. You mean to say that I don't know shit about football?

The star has arrived, the boy wonder.

He plays 10 minutes in Serie A and now he knows everything.

Do you know why they let you play 10 minutes with the big boys?

To increase your value if they are forced to sell you.

What a serious expression, Mr Bengtsson.

Just because your families are visiting today doesn't mean you get a day off.

We work as hard as ever. I want focus!

You, Swedese? How much did you pay for her?

Is that clear?

Tonolli! What exactly did I say? This is not a day off. Come here!

What the hell are you doing?

- Bengtsson! Are you really that stupid?

Get off the pitch!

What's going on?

Have you lost focus? Some distraction?

Martin!

It's not just me who sees it.

Everyone's talking about it.

Hey.

- How did you get in?

- I climbed.

- Come on then.

Hello!

Whose car is this?

- Mine.

You have a car?

Your'e not even allowed to drive.

- No.

- But you own a car?

- We have a curfew at 10.

It's like a 10000-euro fine just for sitting here.

- So no music?

- No. - And we can't even talk?

Come on. Live a little.

Fuck, couldn't you have bought a bigger car?

What are you doing, Bengtsson?

- Close the door. Close the fucking door!

- This is against the rules. Send the slut home.

She can't be here. This is private property, and she has to go. Got that?

- Luca, close the door.

Close it! - Hurry up!

- Who the hell is that? - Fuck!

- Who the hell is that?

- Can I have my shirt?

I'll call you tomorrow.

- Martin.

I have to make a change. Quick!

What is it, Bengtsson?

Hard to breathe.

Something's broken. A rib or something.

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

I can't drive in the city.

Hey—what's the worst that could happen?

My agent.

Hey, Danny! How's the situation, man?

No. No, I don't want—it's okay.

Fucking idiot! You could have killed me!

- So what's up? - Nothing, it's just —

They sold me.

- They—they what? - They fucking sold me.

- To where? - Some second-tier club in fucking Holland.

- I fucking knew it. The Italians said it was yours.

We can fix it. - How can we fix it?

- We can talk to someone and explain— - Explain what?

- We can explain that—that you're innocent— - That I'm—that I'm innocent?

- We explain that— - Grow the fuck up!

Sorry, Mr Bengtsson. Director Galli wants to talk to you.

I have some good news and some bad news.

-What do you want to start with? - Good.

- Every year, Gazzetta ranks the 100 biggest talents in Europe.

This time you are number 8, best in Italy.

Congrats.

Francesca, can you check if the fax from Rome has arrived?

Of course, Mr Galli.

At the same time, I hear things that worry me.

Do you know what I'm referring to?

You've been caught fraternising with girls on the property.

- One girl.

I've seen many talents like you, thinking they can go their own way.

Do you know where they are now?

Nowhere. Without us, they were nothing.

They had to go home as—failures.

Forced to face families, friends—

and explain that they screwed up the chance of a lifetime.

Mr Bengtsson, look at me.

We've given you the chance every kid dreams of.

Don't throw it away.

Hey!

There was a man who sang here before.

- Nice. - Romantic.

Aren't you going to take off your jacket?

- There's something I have to say.

I can't be with you any longer. I'm sorry.

All my life I've fought and fought for this.

I can not sabotage it by—

Through—

- Through—being with me?

Fuck you.

- I kind of don't need you to understand.

- Because—? -Because we're different.

And because you don't know what you want to do with your life.

- And you do? - Yes.

- I feel so damn sorry for you, you know that?

Hey, Matti! I was just about to call you.

I read about the ranking.

Congratulations! - Thanks.

- So how are you going to celebrate that? - I don't know.

Before I forget, let me say Hi from a lot of people.

Agneta Wannström. Do you remember her? Redhead.

You had her for recreation.

I met her at the Co-op.

Then Ann-Sofi, my boss, was wondering if you might arrange

a signed pennant for her son?

And then there was—Oh yes!

Peter Larsson's parents wanted—

What's that noise?

- Nothing.

You have to say something funny. Otherwise you'll die.

- Say something funny.

God! Oh my god!

Help—

Please—

- What happened?

- I thought it was a dog.

- Renata, call an ambulance. - Is anyone injured?

- Call the ambulance, quick. - I was sure it was a dog.

WINTER

Hello?

Maybe it's better that we speak English.

Martin—

Do you remember what happened?

You were hit by a truck, but you were lucky.

Very lucky.

Three broken ribs and a couple of shallow cuts. That's it.

- The truck already slowed down, you know, for the next exit.

Then you were lucky not to get sucked under the tyres.

Tell him he had an angel guard.

- How do you say it in English? - No idea.

You had—God on your side.

- It's gona be okay.

Everyone sends their thoughts. The boys, Panelli—

- Thanks.

- Listen—

A few reporters already know about the accident.

The Gazzetta has interviewed the driver, so—

we might need to prepare some kind of statement from the club.

But before that we need to know why this happened.

Enzo and his team have a theory.

- Well, we think you might have had an epileptic seizure.

-while jogging along the superstrada.

Does that sound—possible?

- Maybe.

- Of course we will screen you to be sure.

- Yes of course.

Enzo, thank you. I think that's all for now.

There might be a spot open in the prima-squad in January

after the transfer window, just so you know.

Do you remember the day I met you in San Siro?

And I was quiet for a while and looked you in the eye.

- Yeah? - I always do that.

Because I not only want to know what I buy, but also who I buy.

In your eyes, Martin—

I saw someone who is prepared to make sacrifices to get what he wants.

Do you believe I was wrong?

- No.

Martin. There's someone here who wants to see you.

Darling. Hi. - Hi. I'm—

sorry. - Darling—

My chest—gently.

What do you want me to do? Do you want me to play along with this epilepsy thing?

Is that what you want?

I know I haven't always been there, that I've been busy with my—

- Stop.

- I should have been like two parents.

But sometimes I haven't even managed to be one.

Sit down. Sit down. Please.

- I do have epilepsy. - No.

- Yes I do.

- You need to know that when Dad moved out—

and we'd sold the house—

I don't know how many times, walking home from work—

when I got to the bridge, and thought: "Fuck this. Fuck all of it.

People will just think it was an accident."

But you have to trust me when I say that it will not always feel like this.

- I'm screwed.

- No.

Darling—

Sweetheart, just forget this and come home.

- Then all of this has been meaningless. - Not at all.

- Yes it has.

- You were determined to become something and you became it.

But that doesn't mean it's the only thing you will ever be able to become.

You have to change, do you understand that? You have to change.

- What the fuck am I supposed to do then? Well?

Tell me what I'm supposed to do. Tell me what I'm supposed to do!

- I don't know, but I'm not going to sit here and pretend you've got fucking epilepsy.

So that you can go out and jump in front of another fucking truck.

I couldn't handle that. - Tell me what to do!

- No. What do you want to do? - It doesn't work that way.

- Fuck how it works. What do you want to do?

- Stop!

- What do you want?

The brain waves will give us more information about your epilepsy.

All you need to do is stay awake.

- What if it doesn't show anything? - Don't worry about that.

Sir?

Where are you going?

Martin Bengtsson broke his contract with Inter and returned home to Sweden.

There, he continued writing in his notebook.

A few years later this writing became the best selling autobiography "In the Shadow of San Siro."

With this book Martin became one of the first to expose football's culture of silence surrounding widespread mental illness among elite players.

A powerful taboo still exiss — despite the fact that Inter, along with many other clubs, have since been more active on the issue.

Today Martin lives in Stockholm where he earns a living as a writer.

English subtitles by faxeholm1234 and jeremys

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