屌你哭撚左
I always told my agent, during my whole career, “I never want to hear about any transfer until it’s 100% real. I don’t want to be distracted unless there is an offer.”
So I knew if he was calling me at that hour, something was going on.
I shut the door and I said, “Miguel? Yeah?”
He said, “Are you ready to hear the news?”
I said, “About what?”
“About going.”
“Going where? Spurs?”
“United.”
“Are you joking?”
“No, no. I’m serious. United. It’s done. It’s just on you now. What do you want to do?”
I didn’t even reply. I started fighting back tears. But you know the feeling when you are trying to hold it in, so the other person doesn’t realise you’re crying, and you can’t even speak?
He said, “Bruno? Bruno? Hello?”
At that moment, my wife, Ana, comes looking for me in the bedroom.
“Bruno??? Bruno???”
She opens the door.
“What’s going on? Why are you in the closet?”
I said, “It’s Miguel. He just called. He’s saying United want me.”
She said, “Wait ...... Are you crying?”
I told her, “I don’t know! I think it’s happiness!”