WEGERUP: Come home and angry



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A master saying everything and nothing.

A king of the power game, with a fox behind every ear.

Zlatan Ibrahimovic.

At the last press conference of the season with the LA Galaxy, he once again reminded how incredibly sanded he was. As a Lord of the Dock theater, he pulls the strings and allows club presidents, agents and journalists to dance like obedient puppets.

Just like in the 2016 EM, Ibra managed to hide some outdated Italian reporters who claimed it would be the day he would unveil his future plans. Instead, he managed to attract the maximum attention for his new book "I'm Soccer".

Zlatan said that he loves LA but wants to be a designated player and raise the salary. The one he has now represents a lot of money compared to previous amounts and, although Ibra does not need that money, it is the prestige of being the highest paid on the team.

With his requests, Ibra puts pressure on the LA Galaxy, but also about Milan and all the other stakeholders. He also gives himself an excuse to leave, if things go wrong, just say, "They did not give me what I had asked."

Between the lines, he left the message that although he feels comfortable, nothing is clear and he is not deaf for Lockrop. He also openly confirmed that he loved, of course, that it is he who speaks, rewrites, dreams.

As for Zlatan, the word dream is the good one. Between him and Milan, there was a unique relationship and the dreams survived. If, however, he could only return to a short-term loan, it is doubtful, in his own words, to judge.

Milan can do more effort.

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Former team-mate Gattuso and PSG connoisseur Leonardo want to get into Ibra's winning mentality. But the question is at what price. "No matter what price!" Cry around the table when I talk to Zlatan with the owners, staff and guests of Milan's headquarters, the Nuova Arena – all blacks on the fly.

"Will Ibra make you both free here for life?" Promise owner Gianni Mele and blows with a bottle of bubble: "And we open that and celebrate directly."

Supporters call me, local television and radio stations in Milan call the days to end with the question: "Something new about Ibra?"

Then the tongangs go away.

I can only agree with the choir.

Zlatan is still too good to be wasted in MLS. And he brings us here. Thoughts go to the Italian and Parisian years, when I worked close to the one that for me is undoubtedly the biggest of Sweden through the ages.

Difficult? Ego-tripped? Absolutely.

But especially brilliantly, dominant and never, never boring or justified. The more time passes, the more Zlatan's indolence, his humor, his support and his ability to always create information around him miss me. We'll see what he's doing at Fotbollsgalan for the moment.

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The gold ball then?

I shared it last time Zlatan had it and it should be the last one. For ten years, I sat on the jury and Ibra was my candidate now, but that teaches Andreas Granqvist, World Cup fighter with blue-eyed cape bouncing.

Ibra is too far from the strength of American football, irrelevant.

Then come back Zlatan, leave the palms and milkshake under the fog of Milan and the roasted chestnuts of Milanello, your favorite. You are too young and good to relax in the sun.

Come back to European football and give us one last show. Come home and annoy us, mess with us, get stuck with us.

Life is so short and gray.

Then go home and illuminate our daily lives and drive us crazy, just as you can, Zlatan.

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