Explicație:
My mother likes to tell a story from the day I was born because she knew from then on that I would become a football player. He was in the hospital with my father, and he was acting a little weird. He looked distracted, which is strange. I mean, your son is about to be born. There are no more important things in life than this, really. Of course, once we were born, he was overwhelmed with joy. But then he said: OK, now where can I find a TV? My mother rolled her eyes, she knew what she meant. It was something like: Really? Really? But my father replied: I know, but I'm about to beat the penalties! The day was July 17, 1994. In Sweden, Victor Lindelof was born. In Pasadena, Italy plays against Brazil in the World Cup final. I think the match convinced my mother that I would become a footballer ", Lindelof tells The Players Tribune. It was also my mother who took Lindelof and took him to his first club, Vasteras SK. "You will probably say that I am my mother's son. But she is the one who took me to Vasteras. I think I was quite talented, if I was already playing for the senior team, in the lower leagues. Those matches were fast! The physical level was brutal! But I'm glad I played there, I became faster than I would have been on a junior team. My plan was to go to a bigger club in Sweden, but one day Benfica called. Their interest was shocking to me, to be honest. I was only 17 years old. I lived at home and went to school. I didn't know whether to accept, so I met with my mother and brother and talked about it. Benfica is the biggest club in Portugal. There I would have played with better players and worked with better coaches. I could have even had a chance at the first team. But I should have moved to Lisbon. Alone, where I didn't know anyone. I didn't even speak their language. I could have ended up like some of my friends, who moved to other countries and had problems. I wasn't sure I wanted to take a chance. But my mother said to me: will you regret it if you do not accept? And I realized that yes, I would have regretted it. I called my agent right away. In two weeks I was on my way to Lisbon. My mother went with me, I was still not old enough to sign a contract. We walked through Lisbon, trying to adjust. I thought she was pretty confident about everything, but the next day she started to cry, she told me that it was hard for her to leave me there. I came back and played for Vasteras for another six months, and in the summer of 2012 I flew to Lisbon.
