When I turned 18, some teams in Europe started sniffing around. I heard that CSKA Moscow wanted me, and Sevilla. At the time, Sevilla was flying, and they had a lot of Brazilians, so I thought,
Hey, that might be cool.
Then one day, I got a call from an agent. He said,
“Do you want to go to Real Madrid?”
He said it just like that.
So I said,
“Uhhh. Obviously, of course?”
But I didn’t know who this guy was.
He said,
“Then you’re gonna go to Real Madrid. Write it down.”
A few weeks later, we were playing a game in Porto Alegre, and Real Madrid sent someone to meet with me at our hotel. So I go down into the lobby and this gentleman introduces himself. But he’s not wearing a Real badge. He doesn’t hand me a card or anything.
And then he starts asking me these questions like,
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
I say,
“Uh, yes.”
He says,
“Who do you live with?”
I’m like,
“Uh, my grandma?”
Again, no official card. No paperwork. So I was literally thinking to myself, Is this real? Am I about to be put on a plane to Siberia or something?
Two days later, I got a call saying that Real wanted me to come to Madrid to “do a medical.”
And still I was thinking, Is this actually legit?
You have to understand something about me. Until I was 16 years old, I didn’t even know there was a Champions League. I remember the moment exactly — I was sitting in the team room in Xerém, and some of the guys were watching a match on TV. It was Porto and Monaco. But the game actually looked different. At night, under all the bright lights, with all the fans. And the field was so beautiful and spotless … it was just amazing. In the Brazilian league, at least at that time, the lights weren’t so bright. The grass wasn’t so green.
This game looked like it was being broadcast from some other planet that I didn’t know about.
At some point, I was like,
“Hey, what the hell is this league?”
My friend says,
“Champions League.”
I said,
“Champions of what?”
He’s like,
“Dude, it’s the Champions League final.”
I had no idea what he was talking about. In Brazil, the Champions League was only played on the pay-per-view channels. Most people like me didn’t have access to it.
So, as I was saying, I’m on a plane to Madrid.
Remember, I had just turned 18. I swear to God that I thought I was just going there for a chat. When I arrived to meet with the club, I saw the contract on the table, with the Real Madrid crest on it and everything — and I signed that shit so fast.
Then the guys in the suits walked me straight out onto the field. They unveiled me to the media that day. I had no idea. My own family back in Brazil told me that they didn’t believe it was real until they saw the news on Globo Esporte:
Great article on Marcelo. Told by himself.
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