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“Such a life. It’s just me, ”Marco Arnautovich said with a helpless gesture when he crashed a club car two days after receiving it. In “Twente” they understood what they were going for: in 2006 a great talent appeared in the team, but with an unstable mentality, a difficult character and a reputation as a bully.
The Austrian practically grew up on the street where his friends looted houses and shops, and then went to prison. Marco recalled that time like this: “We specifically looked at people in the eye to provoke fights, although I was not some kind of gangster and did not kill anyone.” Street education Arnautovich moved to football.
Even before moving to Holland, Marco roared in his native Vienna, where he replaced more than one team. Continue reading
Any trip to a match for a journalist begins with an accreditation. But the Champions League final is a special procedure. You need to fill out a bunch of documents and leave detailed information about yourself, after which the UEFA spokespersons make inquiries about the existence of the media and people who want to be accredited. Anyone can both refuse and confirm the application. The answer has to wait about a month. All this time you live impatiently from waiting, and every day, convulsively, 10 times a day, you check the mail, where the answer should come from just one main word: confirmed or rejected. This is something like a childhood at school, when you are waiting for a test grade or exam and are afraid that the teacher will say loudly to the whole class that you are not satisfied.
The distribution of elephants begins one day before the match in the Kiev Palace of Sports. Continue reading