Sublime

“Adriano gave up millions to go home.” 

Yes, maybe I gave up millions. But what price would you put on your soul? How much money would you pay to get back your  essence?

Damn, man. A favela guy like me? I’m the Emperor of Italy? I had not even done much yet, and everyone was treating me like a king. It was crazy. I remember my family all coming over from Rio to visit me, and when I say my family, you don’t understand what I mean, bro. I mean my  family . Brazilian style. I’m not talkin

The press, sometimes they don’t understand that we’re human beings. It was a lot of pressure to be The Emperor. I came from nothing. I was a kid who just wanted to go play football and then drink his drink and hang out with his boys. And I know that’s not something you hear from a lot of footballers these days, because everything is so serious

August 4, 2004.  Nine days later. I was back in Europe with Inter. I got a call from home.   They told me my father had died. Heart attack. 

I don’t really want to talk about it, but I will tell you that after that day, my love for football was never the same. He loved the game, so I loved the game. It was that simple. It was my dest