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Short Biography Cristiano Ronaldo

His second name ‘Ronaldo’ was named after his father’s favourite American actor – Ronald Reagan.

From an early age, he loved playing football. His talent, enthusiasm and love for the game soon became apparent. By the age of ten, his talent was becoming well known in Portugal and he was signed for Nacional, a Portuguese side from Madeira. He later signed for Sporting Lisbon – one of the biggest clubs in Portugal.

His first international exposure came when representing Portugal under 17s at the UEFA championships. His performance caused him to be marked by leading European football managers. In 2003, he played against Manchester United when Sporting beat them 3-1 in a friendly.

At Manchester United, his career steadily progressed. In the 2006/07 season, Ronaldo was a key figure in Manchester’s successful league campaign. Ronaldo scored over 20 goals, as he won his first championship. In March 2007, his prowess helped him to gain a record-breaking £120,000 a week five-year contract. He also won PFA player of the year award.

The 2007-08 season was even better, with Cristiano Ronaldo being named the player of the tournament, as Manchester United won the coveted Champions League trophy. The most prestigious club competition in the world. Sir Alex Ferguson said of Ronaldo:

“We’ve had some great players at this club in my 20 years, but he’s up with the best.”

Real Madrid

However, despite the success, Ronaldo expressed a desire to leave the club, and move to Real Madrid. In 2009, Manchester United accepted an offer of £80 million from Real Madrid, making Ronaldo the most expensive player in the world.

His prolific goal-scoring record has lead to frequent comparison with Barcelona’s exceptional Lionel Messi. Sometimes, Ronaldo played up the rivalry, but at other times played it down.

“It’s part of my life now. People are bound to compare us. He tries to do his best for his club and for his national team, as I do, and there is a degree of rivalry with both of us trying to do the best for the teams we represent.”

– Cristiano Ronaldo

On 10 July 2018, Ronaldo was signed by Italian club Juventus for a €100 transfer fee (plus additional €12 million in other fees. In his first season, he helped Juventus to another Serie A title, and Ronaldo became the first player to win national titles in the big three leagues of England, Spain and Italy.

World Cup and international career.

Style of Play

There is widespread admiration for the athleticism, speed, talent and technical ability of Ronaldo. He has the capacity to dribble and beat players, and score a spectacular array of goals from overhead bicycle kicks to free-kicks and headers. Over the years, he has worked on both his physical strength and technical ability. He plays with tremendous confidence and often makes use of feints, dummies and step-overs, his skill and reputation make him a feared opponent. His self-confidence is a defining feature of his game and personality. Interviewed in 2018, he replied

“In my mind, I’m always the best. I don’t care what people think, what they say. In my mind, not just this year but always, I’m always the best.”

Cristiano Ronaldo BBC Sport ( 5 November 2015 ).

Ronaldo has a strong work ethic, and has been able to maintain a consistently high standard of play for several seasons:

“I am not a perfectionist, but I like to feel that things are done well. More important than that, I feel an endless need to learn, to improve, to evolve, not only to please the coach and the fans, but also to feel satisfied with myself. It is my conviction that there are no limits to learning, and that it can never stop, no matter what our age.”

– Cristiano Ronaldo.

He has sometimes been accused of having a petulant side. For example at the 2010 World Cup, he winked after getting David Beckham sent off.

Outside of football

Outside of football, he is often photographed with his model girlfriends and in his many sports car. Perhaps unfairly, he is characterised as the ultimate ‘playboy’ footballer, with his styled hair, and expensive clothes. In 2009, he was involved in a crash whilst driving his Ferrari. However, after reacting to newspaper claims he was involved in drinking in England, he replied,

“I don’t smoke or drink, and I’m not a big spender. I live in a rural part of Cheshire and my nearest neighbours are squirrels, birds and cows. Much of my time is spent at home with friends and family. I enjoy being peaceful and often sit by the candlelight to relax. Tranquillity is important to me.”

Ronaldo says he does not drink alcohol, which may be related to the early death of his father in 2005, aged 52 from alcohol-related liver damage.

He has also been involved in numerous philanthropy initiatives and has given parts of his salary to charitable relief efforts. He serves as a Save the Children Global artist ambassador.

Family life

He has three children via a surrogate mother and one daughter with a former girlfriend, Spanish model Georgina Rodriguez.

The legendary George Best said of Ronaldo:

“There have been a few players described as the new George Best over the years, but this is the first time it’s been a compliment to me.”

Citation: Pettinger, Tejvan . “Biography of Cristiano Ronaldo”, Oxford, UK. www.biographyonline.net Last updated 18 March 2020.

Career Achievements

• Ronaldo is the only player to win the unique combination of the league title, domestic cup, domestic Supercup, Champions League, Club World Cup, League player of the year, Golden Shoe and Ballon d’Or at two clubs (Manchester United and Real Madrid)
• Most goals scored in a single calendar year for club and country: 63 goals (2012)
• Most goals scored in the UEFA Champions League: 128 goals (2020)
• Winner of five FIFA Ballon d’Or awards (given to world’s best player)
• Only player to win national titles in England, Spain and Italy.
• Five times winner of UEFA Champions League (4 with Real Madrid, 1 with Man Utd)
• Four times winner of FIFA club world cup.
• At the time (2009) The most expensive footballer in history £80 million – Man Utd to Real Madrid
• Only player in history to have scored 60 or more goals in a calendar year four times (consecutively from 2011 to 2014)
• The only player to score 50 goals or more in seven consecutive seasons (2011-17)
• Real Madrid all-time top goalscorer: 450 goals
• Most goals scored in a season in all competitions: 60 goals
• Most goals scored in a single La Liga season: 46 goals
• Most goals scored in a single UEFA Champions League season: 17 goals
• Most hat-tricks in a La Liga career (25)
• Most international goals scored in a calendar year: 32 (2017)
• First player to score in ten consecutive international tournaments (2004-19)
• Portugal’s most capped player of all time: 164 caps
• Portugal’s all-time top goalscorer: 99 goals

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Imagine saying pepsi(messi) is better than the goat (Ronaldo)

• February 10, 2022 5:23 PM

Christiano is the best player in the whole world

• January 07, 2022 11:34 AM
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cr7 is the best player in worldwide

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Cristiano Ronaldo: The Award-Winning Biography Fully Updated (Guillem Balague's Books) Paperback – 2 May 2024

The definitive award-winning biography of Cristiano Ronaldo - fully updated to include the 2022 World Cup, Ronaldo's explosive exit from Manchester United and his record-breaking transfer to Al-Nassr As the Qatar World Cup opened to worldwide jubilation, Cristiano Ronaldo's second spell at Manchester United reached an abrupt conclusion. It was not to be the fairy tale ending to a glittering career. Instead, over the two seasons, it had snowballed into a toxic standoff between himself, the board and newly appointed manager, Erik ten Hag. The Theatre's dream was over. On 22 November 2022, Ronaldo's contract was terminated. In this compelling account, Guillem Balagué draws on impeccable sources, first-hand interviews and unprecedented access, taking us on a journey from Madeira to Manchester, and onto Spain, Italy and Saudi Arabia. From Ronaldo's tutelage under Sir Alex Ferguson to becoming the biggest galáctico of them all at Real Madrid, and captaining Portugal to the first silverware in their history at the UEFA Euro 2016, Guillem chronicles Ronaldo's career in its entirety. This is nothing less than the definitive portrait of a true icon of modern football, who has reached the very heights of the beautiful game and cemented his place as one of the greatest players of all time.

• Print length 528 pages
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Guillem Balagué is an award-winning football author, journalist and presenter who works regularly for BBC Radio 5 Live, LaLiga TV and the American network CBS. In his previous role at Sky Sports, he was a key fixture of their Spanish football coverage for over twenty years, known for his regular appearances on Sky Sports News, 'Revista de LaLiga', his punditry work and being the go-to man for anything relating to the Spanish transfer market. He has his own YouTube channel, 1.2m+ followers on social media, his own podcast (Pure Football) and gives Master Classes in journalism at UCFB University in Wembley (London) and the Etihad stadium in Manchester. He wrote the bestselling A Season on the Brink , an insider's account of Liverpool's 2004-05 Champions' League winning campaign. In November 2012, he published the first international biography of Pep Guardiola, based on conversations with him, shortlisted for Football Book of the Year, as were his following four books. The following year, he published Messi: The Definitive Biography , the first complete biography of the Argentinian star. As well as two ebooks (diaries of the 2012 European Championships and the 2014 World Cup), he published the Official History of FC Barcelona in the autumn of 2014. In November 2015, he wrote Cristiano Ronaldo: the Biography which won the Football Book of the Year Award at the British Sports Book Awards and the Best Football Book of 2016 in Poland. His latest books Brave New World - Inside Pochettino's Spurs and Maradona were Sunday Times bestsellers in the UK. He is also chairman of non-league Biggleswade FC. Follow Guillem at: - www.guillembalague.com - www.facebook.com/guillembalague - www.instagram.com/guillembalague - www.twitter.com/GuillemBalague

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GUILLEM BALAGUE Dedication To R. I did say you were not going to appear in the book . . . CONTENTS Title Page Dedication List of Illustrations Author’s Note Prologue What We Are, Where We Are, Where We Are Going ONE Madeira A Small Island, Like All the Others TWO Lisbon Shaping Destiny THREE Joining Manchester United No Longer Child’s Play FOUR Flourishing in Manchester But Not the Finishing Line FIVE The Real Madrid Transfer Maze A Tortuous Agreement SIX First Years at Real Madrid Living the Dream? SEVEN Real Madrid A Rollercoaster Epilogue Bibliography Acknowledgements Also by Guillem Balagué Illustrations Copyright LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS 1. Cristiano was the fourth, unexpected, child. (VI Images via Getty Images) 2. One of the few pictures of Ronaldo at CD Nacional. (CD Nacional) 3. Look at the physique. The transformation was beginning. (EPA) 4. Ronaldo played for Sporting knowing his transfer had all been agreed with Manchester United the night before. (EPA) 5. Ronaldo signs for United. (John Peters/Manchester United via Getty Images) 6. He was man of the match on his Manchester United debut. (Adrian Dennis/AFP/Getty Images) 7. Sir Alex Ferguson was the ultimate father figure. (Nicolas Asfouri/AFP/Getty Images) 8. Ronaldo on his debut for Portugal. (Antonio Simoes/AFP/Getty Images) 9. The 2008 Champions League final versus Chelsea. (Michael Steele/Getty Images) 10. Signing for Madrid. (Sipa Press/REX) 11. I presented a couple of events with Ronaldo. (Christopher Lee/Getty Images for Nike) 12. José Mourinho was more foe than friend over the years. (Jasper Juinen/Getty Images) 13. So close, so far apart. (Reuters/Ruben Sprich) 14. Celebration at the end of the 2014 Champions League final. (Lars Baron/Getty Images) 15. With Irina Shayk. (Christof Koepsel/Getty Images) 16. Jorge Mendes has been another father figure. (EPA) 17. Ronaldo’s third Ballon d’Or, at which his son stole the show. (Fabrice Coffrini/AFP/Getty Images) 18. Sent off for fouling Edimar in January 2015. (Gonzalo Arroyo Moreno/Getty Images) 19. With Gareth Bale. (Dani Pozo/AFP/Getty Images) Author’s Note All quotations taken from secondary sources have been numbered in the text, with a full list provided in the bibliography. All other quotations, unless otherwise stated in the text, have been taken from interviews I have conducted or from statements at press conferences, post-match interviews and the like. All other insights have come about as a result of the extensive investigations that I have carried out for this book. Guillem Balagué September 2015 Prologue WHAT WE ARE, WHERE WE ARE, WHERE WE ARE GOING ‘News is circulating that I allegedly made offending remarks regarding Lionel Messi. This is absolutely false and I have assured my lawyer takes action to sue those responsible. I have the utmost respect for all my professional colleagues, and Messi is obviously no exception.’ Cristiano Ronaldo on Facebook, 11 November 2014 Ronaldo, or whoever writes his Facebook content, was referring to statements of his that I had included in my book entitled Messi (Orion, 2013), the first authorised biography of the Argentinian footballer. When I found out about his reaction on Twitter, I decided to take a step back. Clearly there was going to be uproar. According to Manu Sainz, a journalist who was Ronaldo’s spokes-person over those controversial days, the Portuguese’s anger while on international duty with his country was ‘rife’. And the player wanted to respond as soon as possible in the most public way. Had he not done so, the accusation, defamation or comment (depending on how you viewed it) could have gone unnoticed. Ronaldo was attempting to crack a nut with a sledgehammer and did so by sending the above message to his one hundred million followers. Why? He would be crossing paths with Messi in a friendly match in Manchester in the coming days. He could meet him face to face and deny the allegation. My allegation. The story I was told by people very close to Cristiano. In reality, the ‘offending’ paragraph had been in the public domain for eleven months. Why was there such a dramatic reaction almost a year after the publication of his rival’s biography? That week, with no domestic matches to report on and only international games, the Daily Telegraph chose to publish two extracts from the paperback edition of Messi which had just been published. In fact, the English daily newspaper selected two excerpts already featured in the hardback eleven months earlier (Arsenal’s attempt to sign Leo and the relationship between Messi and Ronaldo) and it all kicked off. The media (initially in Spain, but then the social networks got hold of it and it quickly spread to all corners of the globe) grabbed hold of one word, took it out of context, twisted it and, in Spain, translated it incorrectly. Could that word define the most distinguished rivalry in the history of football? My career was judged and debate ensued over whether or not such things are said in a dressing room full of adrenalin-infused warriors. The word was ‘motherfucker’. That is how I said Ronaldo referred to ‘the Flea’ in front of his team-mates in the dressing room. By that point, I had already begun research on my next book. This one. I had spoken to Cristiano regarding the possibility of chatting about his life, his way of thinking, his past. ‘Yes, of course, no problem,’ he told me on four separate occasions. I had also conversed with his agent Jorge Mendes, who agreed to collaborate just ten days before that Facebook post, although both of us questioned whether or not it was a good idea. I will explain why later. I went to the Derbyshire Peak District in order to take advantage of the international break. While out jogging, I could not stop asking myself what made him respond in that way. Was a legal threat necessary? Other people are better suited to such conflicts than me. Johan Cruyff used to say that he wanted to know where the line separating those who loved him and hated him lay, just so he would know who to fight against. Frank Rijkaard once told me that he would feel awful if he found out that even one person hated him. I know what you mean, Frank. I spent plenty of time around the English countryside over those days. I started focusing on the colours, aromas, the sound of the branches cracking, but all that was blurred by the new questions swirling around my head. What can we learn about Ronaldo if we study his reaction? Was I changing my perception of him and my desire to study him? What would happen to the collaboration that had been discussed? For a start, I was unaware that my influence was such as to prompt him to react with such opprobrium. The media circus had gone to town. It was another one of those storms that surge when the names Messi and Ronaldo are uttered in the same sentence. Especially during an international break with the resultant paucity of football news. What else was happening at the time for him to feel compelled to write such a message? There had to be more to it, something that set his alarm bells ringing. It finally hit me some time later: there were ten days to go before voting for the Ballon d’Or closed, an award that Ronaldo was the favourite to win for the third time. Surely his Facebook post was not just a way to prevent people from changing their vote in that year’s Ballon d’Or. Or was it? And what to say about the media’s reaction? The subject became big news and received what I consider disproportionate coverage in sports sections in newspapers and on the radio, especially in Spain. On the very night of Ronaldo’s post, I spoke about the issue on Onda Cero, the radio station I work for. I did not want to do it; I wanted the Messi book to speak for itself. But I had just been involved in an interview with Real Sociedad president Jokin Aperribay for the radio programme Al primer toque and the presenter, Héctor Fernández, to whom I still owe various favours, convinced me to say something, whatever it might be. I came out with what I have repeated ever since: ‘It’s all in the book.’ This is what you can read in the Messi book: Ronaldo, perhaps as a symptom of the immaturity that marks so many footballers, thinks it necessary to put on a brave face in front of his teammates, not be scared of Messi and to rise to the challenge. All very macho; very false. And that is why, according to some Real Madrid players, CR7 has a nickname for him: ‘motherfucker’; and if he sees someone from the club speaking to Leo, he also ends up being baptised ‘motherfucker’. In that environment, Ronaldo usually compares their relationship with that between the Republic of Ireland and the United Kingdom. And the Madrid players, with their less than subtle dressing-room sense of humour, have a long list of jokes that include Messi as Ronaldo’s dog or puppet, or kept in a designer handbag belonging to the Portuguese player. And much worse. It became clear that not many people had actually read the book, nor did any of them find the time to seek out and analyse the paragraph concerned until I posted it on Twitter on the night of the Facebook post. All that says little in favour of my weight in the Spanish media circus: almost nobody felt compelled to read my book, even though it was the first authorised one of ‘the Flea’. It also reflects the speed with which news is generated and consumed. On returning to reality after my isolation in the Peak District, I began going over the various reactions. A man whom I admire dearly, Paco González, had given me a rap on the knuckles on his programme on COPE radio. He stated that there are things that need not be told, dressing-room talk that should remain there. But part of his own success, aside from being a marvellous communicator, is the way in which he manages the information that reaches him from the dressing room. A handful of journalists performed the selfless role of ‘Ronaldistas’, defending the player in the face of accusations because that is what their job consists of: being a transmission chain for the footballer. It was not pleasant to be put under the microscope, but it gave me some idea of what players experience when they are judged by supporters for ninety minutes once or twice a week. And then again the next day by the media. Relentlessly. Did it make sense to include that word, that paragraph, that dressing-room chit-chat in the Messi book? A year-long piece of work involving hundreds of hours of conversations and thoughts assembled in 600 pages about ‘the Flea’ had turned into controversy because of one word. Did it improve it? Did it add much to Leo’s story? Maybe it did not contribute much. In reality, it said more about Ronaldo than it did about Messi, about the Portuguese’s need to show off to his peers. Maybe I should have left it out. But, essentially, had I done anything wrong? That last question did have an answer: everything that I publish is checked thoroughly, especially on a subject such as this one, especially in a biography. Furthermore, all books are scrutinised by the publisher’s lawyers. The context, which was and continues to be ignored, was crucial: Ronaldo and Messi respect each other because of their similar footballing paths; they mix respect with feelings that you have for your nemesis but, importantly, they react to each other’s success differently. Cristiano is a warrior from the moment he leaves his home, when he gets dressed, speaks or behaves like a player. He is afraid of no one. Plus, he can show no sign of weakness. On the contrary. While I repeatedly mulled over the situation, everyone else was focusing on breaking other news: Sergio Ramos had said something or other about certain Spanish internationals’ commitment. The message was implicitly understood as a jibe at Cesc Fàbregas and Diego Costa, who had withdrawn from Vicente del Bosque’s latest Spain squad. One controversial story was replaced by another. Forty-eight hours in the eye of a hurricane. Only forty-eight, but it seemed much longer. One question remained fixed in my head: does the truth save you? I could not stop thinking about the role of sports journalism both in England and Spain, the two countries where I know it well. As sports writers, we only tell a portion of what we know. In fact there are almost always two conversations with our sources or interviewees: one with the microphone on and another with it off. Many stories are known but do not come out for a plethora of reasons: be they good (insufficient sources, waiting for the right moment . . .) or bad (so as not to annoy a friend, lose a source or the fear of isolation that always accompanies breaking an exclusive). Only part of the truth is told. Whatever we think will be of interest. Or whatever we think will sell best. One can, or, rather, one must, be accurate, fair and unbiased when it comes to data. The way a story is presented and treated must be honourable, but being objective is an impossibility from the moment one word is chosen over another to describe something. We are answerable to an ethical code, of course. And to our bosses, now more so than ever, now that work is so precarious. The person who pays calls the shots. In fact, the person who pays defines the parameters of what is and is not true. And information is bought and sold because it is now no more than a product and even more so in the showbiz world of professional football. Plus very powerful people make huge efforts to ensure they can influence what is written. I know that an important club president in Spain tried – unsuccessfully – to get the head of a major sports newspaper sacked for not sharing his ideas in a ploy to prevent criticism. He used personal accusations and other pressure tactics in his attempt. I shall not reveal who was involved. I will only tell you half the story for the time being. You see? Journalism is not simply a recounting of events. During an appearance of journalist Manu Sainz on the television show El chiringuito de jugones he spoke about his relationship with Ronaldo just after the player was sent off for aggressive conduct against Córdoba in La Liga: Cristiano is exemplary even when he makes a mistake. [. . .] The other day, he was on the team bus minutes after the match against Córdoba and he told me: ‘I want you to write a few things for me. I haven’t had time to apologise and want you to write something.’ I was going to do it but I did not because the club later said it was better to do it on Twitter. 1 Write things on behalf of a player? Some people were incensed. Some labelled it terrible journalism. ‘Manu is just Ronaldo’s scribe,’ retorted others. That is, however, the reality of how a large part of the industry works: a certain level of submission is exchanged for information. What I had never previously heard so clearly was the ‘he gave me a few sentences to write down’ concept. In England, many journalists also defend coaches or players because they are friends. I shall not reveal who. I have a soft spot for Rafa Benítez, I’ve seen him take training and how he works; I know many of the reasons behind his decisions and his way of thinking. I defend him over and above my journalistic duties because I feel that he is unfairly treated. There is a sort of crusade behind my statements about Rafa, who was not helped by the way he disrupted the status quo in the Premier League with his challenging of Sir Alex Ferguson, Manchester United, referees, the FA, even José Mourinho. I always thought if he were English he would be a national hero. But is that journalism? Is that intellectual corruption or are we the consequence of how the industry is set up? I, for one, will never be able to nor shall I try to be objective when it comes to Cristiano Ronaldo. But I promise the following: read on. You may be familiar with Oliver Sacks, perhaps the most famous professor of neurology of the twentieth century, physician, bestselling author and chronic introvert. He was curious about the world and our minds, but unable to have meaningful conversations or relationships with most people, as he explained in his beautiful autobiography On the Move. Sometimes, though, he would be so astonished by the thrill of observation and could not help sharing: I almost never speak to people in the street. But some years ago, there was a lunar eclipse, and I went outside to view it with my little 20x telescope. Everyone else on the busy sidewalk seemed oblivious to the extraordinary celestial happening above them, so I stopped people, saying, ‘Look! Look what’s happening to the moon!’ and pressing my telescope into their hands. People were taken aback at being approached in this way, but, intrigued by my manifestly innocent enthusiasm, they raised the telescope to their eyes, ‘wowed’ and handed it back. ‘Hey, man, thanks for letting me look at that,’ or ‘Gee, thanks for showing me.’ I don’t promise objectivity, but a total commitment to the curiosity that we all have for a life like Ronaldo’s and especially his journey. There is another issue that can endanger the relationship with the subject of a biography. Let us imagine that I convinced Cristiano to sit down and tell me how he has got where he is using new words, unknown stories and the required sincerity. Maybe he would say: ‘I may seem arrogant, but I’m not because of this, that and the other.’ Or maybe he would admit that he is, but refuse to accept others judging him. Maybe he would say that he wants everyone to love him. Maybe he would say that he does not fancy going to work in the morning. Or that sometimes he doesn’t enjoy playing football. But who is capable of being so brutal, open and sincere? We all have black marks, weaknesses, issues, thoughts which we are ashamed of, chapters from the past that we try to keep under wraps, and, if they do come out, we cover them up. Even more so if we are in the public eye. That is the limit which the biographer battles against: interviewing the subject in question does not guarantee access to the whole truth. It guarantees the subject’s truth. Furthermore, Cristiano Ronaldo has been the main protagonist in a crucial image campaign since 2012, when he realised that the world did not understand him. Jorge Mendes, the brains behind GestiFute, the most renowned agent in the football world, instigated the campaign. More doubts began circling in my head. Did I want to tell the GestiFute version of the Ronaldo story? Around that time, I went out for a bite to eat with a very famous player. He was a top star of a legendary team during a spell of historic title wins and now earns his living as a coach. He has been in the business for over thirty years. ‘You know you can’t tell the truth, right?’ he told me while discussing the limits of the exercise that I had undertaken. ‘They will want to control you. It is only normal they would do that.’ I had a missed call on my mobile phone from an unfamiliar Portuguese number two weeks before the whole Facebook saga. Could it have been Jorge Mendes? I had been trying to see him since the previous Christmas, which I had spent in Dubai after accepting his invitation to the Globe Awards which he has been organising for seven years. This is an event to celebrate the success of the Mendes empire. In the one I attended, Deco, who was represented by the Portuguese agent, won the player of the decade award while Xavi Hernández, who was offered an allexpenses-paid trip to Dubai for a few days with his family, received the award for best player over the last ten years. Seriously. The titles of the awards change depending on who is in attendance. But the networking is of the highest calibre, as you would expect. I only had a Spanish number for Mendes, who spends most of his time in Madrid and, as I say, I had been waiting for his call since that Christmas. We had exchanged a few messages and it seemed that the definitive conversation, which would determine our relationship in the subsequent twelve months when I would be writing the book, was about to take place. From the moment the Real Madrid communications department directed my requests to interview president Florentino Pérez and the players to Mendes, and when I was told that in order to arrange a chat with Ronaldo I had to speak to his agent, I knew that everything would be decided during a difficult and possibly one-off phone call. Mendes does not beat about the bush; there are no pauses in his conversations. Bang, bang, bang and that is it. That is how you speak to Mendes. Or, more like, how he speaks to you. I had already been to Funchal (Madeira) and Lisbon. I had spoken to Real Madrid players. I had spent time in Manchester and shared long conversations with many people who were part of Cristiano’s life. I had plenty of information. My experience with Ronaldo (interviewing him for Sky Sports, presenting some of his commercial events) added something extra. I could do the book with the information already available to me. But I remained determined to speak to Mendes despite the doubts about the expected fight for control of what would be written. ‘Speak to people who know me, Jorge. You’ll find out what type of writer and person I am.’ ‘I’m not after an authorised book, but we could chat and you could come with me on this journey.’ I was sending him text messages of that ilk. I was receiving either negative responses or silence. As part of my research, I read a biography of Ronaldo by Mario Torrejón, a colleague on SER radio, who collaborated with Mendes. Mario, who communicates his ideas very well in what is his first book, was able to interview the agent, Ronaldo and the Real Madrid president. I feel he did have to pay a price, however. It seems to me that many of the stories told in that biography have the GestiFute stamp on them. I called the Portuguese number back. I thought that, if it was Mendes, I would see where the conversation took me, without committing to anything. It was Mendes. ‘Look,’ he told me, without first exchanging pleasantries, ‘I’ve decided I’m going to help you, but don’t screw with me! I’ve spoken to people who tell me you’re a good guy.’ I later found out that Mendes had asked, among others, Marca director Oscar Campillo for reports and was given glowing references. ‘The problem is I don’t know what you’re going to write. You’ve done the Messi book. With Mario [Torrejón], we knew what he wanted to do and what he was writing from the first minute. I don’t really know how I can help you. I want to help you, but I don’t really know how.’ In the very first minute we were heading down a dead-end street. It was now a battle for the upper hand. – I don’t know what you’re going to write, I don’t know who you’re going to speak to. – Do you want to know who I’m speaking to? I can tell you . . . – No, you can do whatever you want. – But everybody tells me to speak to you. – The club should take greater responsibility. But I don’t know if we’ll speak because I don’t know what you’re doing and what you’re going to write. – We can sit down and talk it over, I’ll tell you the angles I’m covering. I explained to him that, before knowing what I was going to write, I had to do a few more interviews and the format of the book would start to take shape a few months down the line. That was not entirely true, but it gained me some time in case I needed it to finally reach an agreement with him. Ronaldo’s entourage has understood that in order to keep him happy, and also to feed the competitive beast that he is, he must be given absolute guarantees that everybody and everything, sporting institutions included, are at his service. They must keep criticism at a distance, or control it, create the narrative and keep him on his pedestal. That helps him win more Ballons d’Or and trophies. It is good for business, too. One question remained unanswered. What happens if we disagree on something? ‘We’ll discuss it,’ he told me. I thought: let’s take Ronaldo’s transfer to Real Madrid, for example. I know what took place, I have seen the contracts, but what if Mendes does not want to explain the whole saga, including the offer he got from Manchester City that he seemed happy to consider? How can we explain from Ronaldo’s point of view the story of him taking the only locker opposite a mirror in the Manchester United dressing room? Is it treated as a triviality or a reflection of a vain personality? Can we discuss narcissism? Would they let me analyse the presence (and absence) of an alcoholic father who refused help towards the end of his life? ‘Just so you know,’ insisted Mendes, ‘this is fully my responsibility. Some people in my camp are telling me not to work with you, but I understand that you’re a decent guy and we’re going to work together, we’re going to do this together, but you can’t screw me.’ We could not get away from that. He was telling me that he did not know how to help me because he did not know how to control me. I was offering him a certain level of supervision, but not complete. I have not spoken to Mendes since the Facebook controversy. In fact, after the Facebook post, Mendes made a few calls to the opinion makers of the Spanish media. If Ronaldo is upset, Mendes multiplies it by twenty. He wanted his friends in the media to deny the story but also to question my credibility. Portugal and Argentina met in a friendly at Old Trafford on 18 November 2014. The build-up to the game centred around the relationship between Ronaldo and Messi. Plenty was written about their relationship and every now and then the infamous word from my book was mentioned. It had been taken out of context, planted somewhere else and allowed to grow. I had planned to go to Manchester, but did not want to bump into either player. I could imagine Ronaldo ignoring me in front of my colleagues when, previously, he would have stopped to say hello and chat. I could imagine Messi shaking my hand, talking to me as he sometimes does. That would be enough – I thought – for somebody to reignite the story. Why open another potential can of worms? I was also aware that the situation was probably not that serious, but my sensitivity had increased, as had my paranoia. The Facebook post ended the debate with Mendes about controlling the content of this book, and I genuinely felt an overwhelming sense of freedom. For Real Madrid, Mendes or Ronaldo’s version, there are official books or ones on which they have collaborated. I prefer not to participate in the construction of that legend. But, in truth, I have no other choice. What you will read here is my version of Ronaldo’s journey, what has influenced him, which Madeiran traits remain with him, how he developed at Manchester United and what Real Madrid have done for him. I will discuss his arrogance and vanity, which will constitute the debate over whether or not his battle to be the best requires those two elements. Why does he feel the need to be acknowledged as the best? And constantly so? What drives him? Why does he work so much harder than anybody else? While thinking about his addiction to his job and self-improvement, I read a magnificent Marco Ruiz interview in AS with Arrigo Sacchi, AC Milan’s legendary coach from the eighties: – Your players speak highly of you, but they say: ‘He was a workaholic.’ – There’s an Italian poet who used to say: ‘There’s no art without obsession.’ If you don’t put much in, you don’t get much back. In his book, Carlo [Ancelotti] said: ‘Arrigo was so determined and convinced that we said: we have to carry on.’ It was almost a matter of fanaticism. I saw that quality in all great coaches: Lobanovsky, Michels, Guardiola, Kovacs . . . They gave everything they could give. I retired after tweny years of hard work. I couldn’t cope with that pace. I was spent. Only one certainty drove me: that you could always do better. My Milan side won the European Cup, European Super Cup and Intercontinental Cup in the space of a few months. Baresi said to me: ‘Now we’re the best in the world.’ I answered him: ‘Yes, until midnight tonight.’2 These are also the qualities that make Ronaldo who he is. There are more Cristianos than the obsessive one. Take the cocky and generous one, for example. The one who has evolved on the pitch, the one who made himself, the one who was alone as a teenager. The one who protects his family, becoming a rock in the process. The one who celebrates his work in controversial ways. The one who gives away his bonuses. I travelled far and wide to discover as many angles as possible. However, I discovered a certain level of mistrust in Madeira, and Portugal in general, when it came to discussing Ronaldo or Mendes. Why so afraid? Why is the only possible relationship with either of them a submissive one? Would it be possible to explore all of this if the final version had to be signed off by Jorge Mendes? I discovered that a fascinating culture shock had taken place at the Carrington training ground in Manchester. Many people were part of the creation of Ronaldo (or so they say) and many others wanted to change him as they did not believe he would become half the player he is today. Some even lost faith in him, given his obsession with individual play over the requirements of the team. Maybe they did eventually change him, but not all of them would admit that Cristiano also transformed the culture of one of the most famous footballing institutions in the world. It was going to take some scraping away to remove the layers of paint that cover the Ronaldo that his circle is trying to sell to the world nowadays, while remaining conscious of human strengths and weaknesses. Will my version be better than others’? The truth is, it does not matter. One thing is for sure, though – I will try to make it different. Everybody takes photographs of the Eiffel Tower, but the key lies in taking the one that nobody has seen before. Maybe it will not be the Ronaldo that you all want to see, or the Ronaldo that he wants you to see, or the Ronaldo that Mendes wants to portray, or even the Ronaldo that he really is. Or the Ronaldo that his critics ‘know’ so well. What follows is based on research, analysis, studies, twenty-five years of journalistic experience, on chats with people who know him, psychologists, sociologists, players with whom he has shared the dressing room, club directors, some of his coaches, as well as conversations that I had with him and his circle before the controversy . . . Both on and off the record. Ronaldo has let the world explore his life. He often offers interviews and lets the cameras in behind the scenes at trophy presentations. CNN were granted open access to his home for a chat in 2012 and so on. That is how the image of a winner is gradually created. It will not be easy to find the real person. By the way, for those who wonder, no, I never did get a call from Ronaldo’s lawyers. ONE MADEIRA A SMALL ISLAND, LIKE ALL THE OTHERS When we are born, we are the consequence of four elements of which we have no choice: our mother, our father, our siblings and the place where we are born. What else is there? Our passion, what motivates us. After that we only have the superfluous, the decorative. I know you will not all agree. While we wait to see what drives an unborn Cristiano Ronaldo, who deserves the first pages, the mother, the family or the place where he was born? What should we write about first? Dolores Aveiro is the mother who still lives alongside Cristiano and who looks after his son as if she were his mother, rather than his grandmother. She is also the woman who let her twelve-year-old son leave home in order to pursue his dream of becoming a footballer. It hurt, but she did let him go at such a young age. Maybe because it was the best option, or the only one. Or maybe because something similar happened to her. It is often said that in life lessons, virtues and defects are repeated from generation to generation: Dolores’s father walked out on her, although he did it in a different way, without the kindness that she packed into Cristiano’s suitcase when he flew to Lisbon. I get the impression that there is an invisible thread linking both experiences. Anyway, you simply cannot understand Ronaldo without going through Dolores’s life. We need to set the scene by pinpointing the place where Dolores and Cristiano were born, grew up and from where they eventually escaped. We need to go to Funchal. Funchal is . . . The capital of the Portuguese island of Madeira, off the northwest coast of Africa. The extremely verdant island is filled with the spirits of departed inhabitants and present-day residents on the verge of departing. A prison without doors. A crossroads. A springboard. And it was discovered by accident. Let us go back to the beginning of the Age of Discovery in the early fifteenth century. Henry the Navigator, Infante of Portugal and the first Duke of Viseu, moved around the Portuguese king’s court with freedom. Henry, the son, brother and uncle of monarchs, had hooded eyes but a determined voice and skilfully obtained the monopoly over the exploration of the African coast. He put together the best navigators and cartographers in the country, and, by definition, in the world at the time. He sent them to discover new lands with square-riggers, three masts and limited resources: an astrolabe, an hourglass and a compass. Little else. The winds off the African coast were treacherous and new to the young captains, João Gonçalves Zarco and Tristão Vaz Teixeira, who lost their way. Days went by without any sight of land, before the discovery of a small island with golden beaches that they named Porto Santo. Having charted the waters, the navigators returned to Portugal to report on their findings. ‘Thank you,’ said Infante Enrique. ‘Now go back and colonise the island. Keep looking for new horizons, too.’ It was the year 1419. Back in the area, not very far from Porto Santo, towards the south, the explorers witnessed a vast cloud formation that anyone who has been to Madeira knows is as characteristic of the island as its steep roads and wine. Every nautical mile into unexplored waters was a step into the unknown, a repudiation of superstition and fear. They had to battle against the Atlantic waves and the harsh weather conditions to get from Porto Santo to the Bay of Machico, the gateway to Madeira. The navigators finally dropped anchor on the biggest of the four islands in the volcanic archipelago, 400 kilometres from the Canary Islands and located on the same latitude as Casablanca, Morocco. They left the small and unpopulated Desertas and Savage Islands, both current World Heritage Sites, for a later date. Madeira was discovered. Henry the Navigator sent families, principally farmers, from the Algarve to colonise the new lands soon after. There are almost 270,000 people living there today. The Portuguese empire was formally dissolved in 1975 with Madeira remaining as a trace of that golden era, but also a distant cousin the family back in Portugal struggles to accept. I stopped off in Lisbon ahead of my first trip to Funchal. I went out for dinner with some friends at Clube de Jornalistas, a venue that one might imagine is a breeding ground for intellectual and sensitive discussion. Not when it comes to Madeira: ‘The Madeiran people,’ they informed us, ‘not only have a strange accent, but they are strange, too. I imagine you’ve heard about the latest paedophilia scandal over there and the poverty swamping the island. It’s a small dictatorship with the longest-standing leader in the country. It’s not Portugal, it’s something else. And the tourist area? ‘For lower-class English people,’ we were told by a man who continued to volunteer such details despite the fact he had never set foot on Madeira. Nor did he need to, he said. After landing at the tiny airport in Funchal, I noticed that the statue of Zarco still stood in the town centre, looking over the descendants of the families from the Algarve who, six centuries earlier, colonised the island of dense, volcanic rock. And, as the explorers had found, we were welcomed by lowlying clouds that you could almost touch, fulsome and round, reminiscent of a painting by John Constable. As it was May, at the close of another exhausting football season, my visit to Madeira was intended for relaxation purposes, as well as making contact with people linked to the main protagonist of my new book. I looked for a good hotel and a rental car, without knowing quite how big an engine was needed to comfortably negotiate the steep roads with more than a 30-degree gradient. I plunged myself into Funchal and went on the hunt for my first sources of information. I interviewed some renowned local journalists who painted a surprising picture of Ronaldo, who seemed distant whenever he went back to Funchal, had forgotten Madeira, according to them, and had little interest in what he had left behind. It reminded me of what they say about the Beatles in Liverpool: it hurts Liverpudlians that John, Ringo, George and Paul never felt grateful to the city in which they were born. There was more: Ronaldo had gone into business with some very affluent people who tried to take advantage of him, by asking him for money without keeping to the promises that had been made. Meanwhile, they told me, Cristiano had become very friendly with the island’s ruling clique, one of the guaranteed ways to be looked after on the island. Let us put this into context. The former president of the autonomous region of Madeira, Alberto João Jardim, enjoyed thirty-seven years in power before tendering his resignation in January 2015. A fine politician, benefactor and leader for the Madeiran cause for some, the perfect representative of the establishment for the rest. During his farewell speech to journalists on the day he left office, he said: ‘I didn’t plan to hurt anyone, but if someone is unfair to me, they’ll pay for it.’ Jardim, who was surrounded by associates with more power than sense, was a man with whom you needed to be on good terms. An initial glance reveals two types of Madeiran. Those, like Jardim, for whom Madeira is the world, and those, like Zarco, the founding father, who left to conquer new worlds, although he kept a house on the island. The fact is that no Madeiran ever truly leaves . . . The first settlers worked the land and, even today, cultivating smallholdings is the biggest economic activity on the island. There were many bad harvests, however, and the land had to be split up to cope with the growing number of inhabitants, making survival much more difficult. People had to emigrate, though most did so in the hope of returning someday. Being a tiny island at the crossroads of Europe, America and Africa, the big continents beckon. That is why large communities of Madeiran people grew in places as far away as South Africa and Venezuela, with most of them quickly becoming leading figures in their professions soon after landing in their new territories: builders, factory workers, lawyers or hotel and catering entrepreneurs. There is no point leaving your homeland unless it is to conquer another world. Now, 750,000 self-proclaimed Madeirans, spread across the globe, like to boast about their origins. Does it not remind you of Ronaldo? On that first journey to Cristiano’s homeland, I had time to wander around the area where he was born, the humble Quinta do Falcao, built into a mountainside and defined by two steep roads, modest housing, clothes drying outside the windows, one lone shop and a bar with a plastic roof and a raised terrace situated on a block of uneven cement. Cristiano’s house was demolished less than ten years ago in order to build more council houses. Grants from the European Union have allowed for an increase in prosperity in the area, but, although the autonomous government wants to hide it, the island is actually floating on a sea of economic inequality. The autonomous government speaks of only about 2 per cent living below the poverty line in a bid to protect tourism, while the charitable organisation União das IPSS puts that figure at 20 per cent. Unemployment is widespread and state benefits do not reach everybody. More than 28,000 citizens must rely on the authorities for subsidised food. The very wealthy, meanwhile, comprise 10 per cent of the population. The turn of the century generated an interesting transformation. Madeira has been closely linked to the United Kingdom since the seventeenth century, when it became a port of call for British traders on their long transatlantic journeys. British soldiers even occupied Madeira on a couple of occasions during the Napoleonic Wars to prevent the French from colonising it. Some decided to set up shop on the island in order to begin developing farms and the wine trade. During the Victorian age, ladies with unmistakably British surnames such as Blandy and Leacock would spend the mornings drinking Madeiran wines and the afternoons sipping tea in the salons of their luxurious mansions. The Second World War signalled the beginning of the end of British influence and the strategic importance of the port. The new generations, facing economic decline, sold the residences that had been homes to their families for centuries and returned to the United Kingdom. Barely 200 British residents remain, but the idea persists among Madeiran inhabitants, or even the Portuguese in general, that the British lifestyle represents an enviable and better way of life. So, after three centuries under British rule, the colonial style was replaced by a new generation of businessmen. They were descendants of Portuguese expatriates who had made their money in South Africa or Venezuela. This group, families like the Pestanas, the Roques, the Berardos, returned to consolidate their wealth and set about improving the island’s infrastructure and stabilising the unsteady economy. From the top of the hill where my hotel is located, you can see some spectacular residences, but also the huts built in the gaps left by the mountain, half-built houses on dry wasteland and rubbish on the street. And many tired-looking, elderly people wandering around aimlessly. On the last day of my stay, I bumped into Ricardo Santos, son of the president of Andorinha, Cristiano’s first club. The same age, he had been a team-mate of his, both at the club and in the street games. They were close friends. But he insisted, with a shy look, that part of his life means little to him now. On the way to the airport, I called Fernando Egídio, a well-known sociologist who lives in Funchal. He refused to speak about Ronaldo. He was not the only one. I got the feeling that many Madeirans have an excessive respect for the player, and even that he divides opinion. Of course, envy surrounds his achievements, but at first glance there was minimal evidence of the almost religious devotion that many, for example, have for Lionel Messi in Rosario or Diego Maradona in Buenos Aires. Maybe that is just a reflection of the way football is experienced in each country. Cristiano does care about Madeira. His investments have borne little fruit so far, but he is still plugging away. He has a house on the coast and has built another one nearby for his mother. He donated generously towards flood relief on the island in 2010 when excessive flooding caused forty deaths and more than one hundred injuries. Such involvement has helped his homeland (including free advertising campaigns) strengthen Madeira’s position as a tourist destination. In December 2013 he opened a museum that houses 155 of his trophies and medals, twenty-seven match balls signed by team-mates after hat-tricks and well-known photos that tell his story. Or part of it at least. As the Daily Telegraph put it in an article in May 2014: ‘Pelé, the greatest of them all, needed three World Cups, 1,281 goals and another 31 years after his career finished before anyone felt it necessary to open a museum in his name.’3 The entrance, which boasts two sliding doors across which a larger-than-life photo of Ronaldo suddenly divides, leads the visitor into a ‘thoroughly modern Aladdin’s cave of a shrine’ containing evidence of his greatest successes. As the Catalan poet Salvador Espriu said, the mirror of the truth is broken into minuscule fragments. All the one thousand visitors that the museum welcomes in a typical week are delighted to buy one of those pieces, the one that recreates the fairy tale that the Ronaldo family want you to know. Espriu also said that each of the pieces contains a glimmer of light. Ronaldo’s trophies are certainly real, but just as real is the difficult background that the Santos Aveiro family endured and ultimately overcame. Maria Dolores Aveiro was born in Caniçal, Madeira, where life was tough in the 1950s. Her brother had been born a year earlier, but wasn’t officially registered until the birth of Dolores. In poverty, official documentation is both a foreign language and a nuisance. From then on, Ronaldo’s mother’s story is marked by struggle, as is common in Madeira. It was an incessant battle to shape a destiny with the odds stacked against her from birth. Her own mother, Matilde, passed away when Dolores was five after suffering a heart attack at the age of thirty-seven. She left four children behind. There was little money for food or clothing. Motherly affection was missing, and so Dolores, the eldest sibling, took on from an early age the role that Matilde had left vacant. Her father, José Viveiro, ended up sending the four siblings away to two different religious orphanages. Maria Dolores cried every day. The nuns ruled by corporal punishment and Dolores was frequently chastised for minor infringements like making spelling mistakes. She escaped from the orphanage on several occasions. Punishment, when she was caught, was severe. Her father did not visit her. Her principal motivation and driving force was to ensure her siblings were OK and reunited quickly. One day José turned up with his new wife, Ángela. The stepmother had five children of her own and was already pregnant with a sixth. When Maria Dolores turned nine, the nuns decided to give José an ultimatum regarding his bruise-covered daughter: he had to take her away. And so he did. Her stepmother beat her many times and so she ran away. They tied her to the table legs so that she would not do it again. Domestic violence towards Dolores extended to her siblings. Her father decided to admit her to a mental hospital, but the psychiatrist told him that there was nothing wrong with his daughter. It was not his daughter who had a problem. Dolores thought about taking her own life. There was no water or electricity in José and Ángela’s house, which was inhabited by twelve people. Five children slept in one room. Her father took her out of school at thirteen. School was for boys. She had to work and started making wicker baskets for the harvest. Work began at 5.30 in the morning, six days a week. When she was eighteen, Dolores met one of the good guys. She became friendly with a local boy, José Dinis Aveiro, two years older, who worked for a fishmonger. They would bump into each other when she went to the market or on their way home. He made her laugh. He was full of life, made her feel attractive and respected. She fell in love. When her father found out, he gave them a three-month window in which to get married – one less mouth to feed, he thought. They married and moved in together at Dinis’s parents’ house, where all four of them slept in the same room, with a curtain separating them. Time seemed to stand still and Dolores experienced a tranquillity that would provide her first taste of contentment. They did not have big plans. Nor did they use contraception. Elma, their first child, arrived a year after the wedding. Dolores fell pregnant once again soon after, while still recovering from the birth of her first child. Their happiness would not last long, as Dinis was called up to the army. Angola, Guinea-Bissau and Mozambique, all Portuguese colonies at the time, were fighting for independence, while Portugal was trying to retain her empire and economic interests. Hugo, the second child, was born while Dinis was in Africa. But something in Dinis seemd to die on the front line. He returned to his parents’ home in Santo Antonio ten months later, but was a greyer version. His demeanour portrayed a loss of joy. His smile had evaporated. He had aged ten years rather than ten months. He left his innocence and brightness behind on African soil, his head filled with images of war, as was the case with countless others. Dinis was mutilated by war, although his body remained unharmed. He was simply counting down the days until the end and lost his enthusiasm for everything and everyone, his wife included. Nothing could be done about it. He stopped working. From that point onwards, you could always find him in the same place from early morning onwards: in the bar. Now Dolores suddenly had to take on the role of father as well as mother. She went to France to work, emigrating alone, as many Madeiran men often did. If she could provide for all of them with her job as a housemaid in Paris, she would pay for them all to move to France. But what occurred was a new isolation. This time from her children and husband, who were being taken care of by her in-laws. In a rare moment of clarity, Dinis said to her on the telephone: ‘If we were born to be poor, we will be . . . But be close to your children at the very least.’ She returned home five months later and soon after became pregnant with Katia. Dolores was twenty-two at the time. After the Carnation Revolution and the end of Salazar’s dictatorship in 1974, she occupied an abandoned house as many others had done. Dinis watched her run towards the new and half-abandoned property, with a child in her arms and the other two running behind. Everything seemed very distant to him, as if he were on the outside looking in. His anxiety was almost turning him into another child who needed to be looked after. He was still unemployed. He was just another man on the island lacking direction. At thirty, Dolores fell pregnant once again. This time it was very much unplanned. It was a nuisance. There was not enough food for everyone. And her husband was still ‘absent’. She thought about having an abortion. In fact, she did try to have one: a neighbour told her to drink boiled black beer and then run until being on the verge of fainting. It did not work. The doctor did not want to help her, seeing no reason for a termination. ‘It’ll be the joy of the house,’ he told her. When the baby was born, he said: ‘Weighing that much, he could become a footballer!’ Dolores named him after the then president of the United States, Ronald Reagan. Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro was born on 5 February 1985. Ronaldo was nearly born in Australia. José Viveiro, Dolores’s dad, had seen many friends leave Madeira and had eventually decided to abandon the island himself and head to Perth with Ángela and her children. Dolores tried to convince him to take the whole family. José replied that there was no room. As though Australia is small . . . José and Ángela, who has since passed away, lived in Yangebup, a suburb of Australia’s fourth most populous city. Ronaldo paid for their accommodation and travel to see him play in various matches during the 2006 World Cup in Germany, in which Portugal finished fourth. Dolores was their guide. Before we continue, there is one curious piece of biographical information worth recording: Ronaldo has African roots. Cristiano’s paternal greatgrandmother was Isabel Rosa Piedade, who was born in Praia, the capital of Cape Verde. At sixteen, she emigrated to Funchal, where she married José Aveiro. Isabel and José had a son called Humberto, José Dinis’s father and Cristiano’s grandfather. That African heritage may explain part of his innate ability as a footballer. In short, the muscle fibre prevalent in black sprinters (white, type II, for fast contractions, that produces energy quickly and explosively without requiring oxygen) is the very type that Ronaldo was born with. Back in the new, ‘borrowed’ Aveiro household, everybody had to lend a hand. Elma and Hugo left school early to start working. She waitressed in a hotel restaurant while he worked for an aluminium company. They were not yet seventeen. Dolores also experienced a change as she replaced wicker baskets with a spoon: she now worked in the kitchen of a Funchal hotel. But they still had to count every penny. There was always bread on the table, and they had cold cuts every two weeks and meat on Sundays. The mid-week menu consisted of a soup that Dolores prepared in the few hours she spent at home, between work shifts. With bread and butter. Chicken was reserved for family celebrations. Nobody went hungry, though. They never bought clothes; rather, they humbly accepted hand-me-downs from other families. When they outgrew them, cousins shared shirts, trousers and even underwear with the Aveiro children. The family eventually moved to Quinta do Falcao, a village near the San António cemetery and where social housing had been built for poor residents who had previously lived in shacks. Well away from the area frequented by tourists. It was certainly an improvement, although the roofs were made of asbestos. They were not rainproof which meant that Dolores had to ask the council for materials to strengthen them. The walls were unpainted brick and wooden slabs. ‘We had three rooms, one for me and my sister, one for Hugo and Cristiano and one for my mother and father,’ Katia explained in a television interview. ‘It was a very humble home, but I remember it being very comfortable and we were happy there.’ In this typical, poor village, where alcohol and drugs are omnipresent, children lived and played in the street, which was the playground for every house. Nobody, though, considered it a limitation – it never is when everyone is in the same situation. ‘The house no longer exists,’ Katia said. ‘When I go around that district, I always get goose bumps and would like to return [to live] one day. I know it isn’t possible, but when I remember everything we went through there . . . Words don’t do it justice.’ The house was demolished in 2008, despite Ronaldo’s rise to fame. No effort was made by anybody to retain it for posterity. It is now an esplanade covered in weeds. There are still high-rise buildings in Quinta do Falcao where Ronaldo still has aunts and uncles, and whose children once played in the street with him. And in one of them lived Filomena Aveiro, Cristiano’s paternal grandmother, until her final days. People walk in and out of houses without knocking; nobody locks their doors. Ronaldo was born and grew up constantly surrounded by people and that is how he has always lived; his houses in Manchester and Madrid have been guest houses for friends and family. The door is always open. There is a marvellous photograph of a sixteen-year-old Ronaldo wearing a Sporting Lisbon shirt taken during a visit to Madeira. He went to Quinta do Falcao and asked for it to be taken outside his old house. He was frowning and beaming with pride at the same time. Another emigrant making a name for himself in the capital city, with the spectre of what he had left behind. It is the only snap from his first home. Nobody had thought about taking one there before. There is no decent place to kick a ball around in Quinta do Falcao without bothering someone. No park. Not even a suitable piece of waste ground. Marítimo, one of the most important clubs on the island, is just a ten-minute walk away, but in that district the youngsters, unless they go a couple of miles away to the beach, have no choice but to play on the steep and uneven streets. Ronaldo’s father arrived half an hour late for his own son’s baptism. Dinis, who had played football as a child and had become the kitman at the modest local club Andorinha, decided that the team captain, Fernando Barros Sousa, should be the godfather. He thought of him as a good role model for Cristiano, a natural leader, and, thanks to his business success, he seemed to have all the money he needed. The ceremony was at six o’clock but Andorinha had a match at four, meaning it was obvious that they would not make it. Yet Dinis did not change the plan; he went to the match and could not be there in time for the baptism. The priest had to be calmed down. He had already christened the rest of the children. Only Cristiano remained. And no father present! If people around you are involved in football, if your role models are footballers and if your father has the cheek to arrive late at your baptism because of a match, it is almost logical for you to end up becoming a footballer. A scene from the documentary CR9 vive aquí about Cristiano Ronaldo: After hearing the voice of Cristiano say, ‘I reached the top of the world. Now, I want to be eternal,’ you see him put on a child’s voice, lean towards the computer screen displaying a mosaic of passport photos of him as a baby, while saying something like ‘tititititi, Cristiano Ronaldo’. He motions as if to caress the boy in the photo. He moves away and laughs. Ronaldo laughs a lot. CR: ‘It’s me! Three months old! Look, look at that boy! How cute! With a gold bracelet on my wrist.’ He then adopts a funny pose, in which it is clear that he is laughing at himself, but he is not self-conscious about seeing himself. Meanwhile, his sister Katia holds her son. Ronaldo asks her: ‘Does he look like me?’ The shot once again focuses on the photo of baby Cristiano, with big, alert eyes. He is not looking into the camera, but at somebody who presumably is saying something to him. CR: ‘He’ll be a footballer like his uncle.’ The baby starts crying and Cristiano reassures his sister. CR: ‘I was like that, too, don’t worry.’4 Katia used to take Cristiano to school and then wait for him so that they could go home together. She used to help him do his homework. As Maria Dolores could not be on top of everything, Katia quickly learnt how to control her younger brother. ‘But he didn’t pay much attention to me [laughter], no,’ she recalled. ‘I used to get annoyed with him all the time. My mother would say: “Katia, when you’re home, don’t let Cristiano go out to play football till he finishes his homework.” We had a front and back door. I’d say to Ronaldo (at home we always called him “Ronaldo”, not “Cristiano”): “Ronaldo, please do your homework.” “OK,” he would answer. When I called him, he was no longer there. Then my mother would be angry with me when she got home from work.’5 ‘He was a rebellious boy, but he also knew how to listen. If you grabbed his attention, he would take notice of what you said, he was well-behaved,’ says his mother now. 6 ‘He was actively involved whenever we did recreational activities at the end of each term such as theatre, dance, singing,’ recalled Sister Graça, a primary school teacher at the São João school in Funchal. Cristiano used to ask for starring roles. ‘But he was quite lazy, he would forget about the household chores.’ ‘I remember she would sometimes grab me by the ear and slap me on the hand,’ jokes Cristiano.7 ‘I was a good boy because I was controlled by my mum, dad and older siblings. I think I was very hard-working, well, I think so anyway . . . [laughter].’6 DINIS, THE FATHER Dinis Aveiro had received no more than the obligatory education and after his service in the army had to try to earn a living by doing manual labour. After being employed as a fishmonger, he was a stone cutter and a council gardener, but spent more time unemployed than in work. So when the opportunity to do odd jobs at fifth-division outfit Andorinha came up, he gratefully accepted. The club received grants from the council and today has a floodlit artificial pitch, but in the early days they had to play in rented pitches or at sports centres. Eventually they got given a dirt field, and a small bar and a storeroom were built. Dinis had to collect the equipment, look after the balls, get things ready for the coaches, prepare the kits, clean the toilets and cut the grass . . . Football’s importance was gradually growing in the family, as attending Andorinha matches became a regular activity, especially the ones played by the youth team of which Hugo Aveiro was a member. Everyone says that José Dinis was a good bloke. He was popular, calm and had a deep, husky voice. And he spent what little money he had on drink. Many others, several war veterans among them, did the same, drowned in poverty, depressed, trapped by the sea and bored. People start drinking in the morning in Madeira and they do not stop. They say it is a cultural thing, like in Great Britain or the Nordic countries. The local beverage is a type of spirit mixed with honey and lemon, passion fruit or any other fruit and is consumed hot. It was used by fishermen as a pickme-up. It packs a punch. Two glasses and you are well on your way. That is what people drink and it is cheap, of course. Arnaldo, my guide on one of my trips to Madeira, told me that his father first gave him alcohol when he was four. There was no juice in the bars, but there was a punch that he was given to keep him quiet while the men chatted and drank among themselves. He didn’t say no to it, and drank it every time he was given it. Dinis was not one of those drunkards who demanded attention or believed he was always right. He was polite and quiet as he whiled the hours away. Ronaldo, at eight, or nine, enjoyed being in his dad’s company. Many evenings the clock would strike eleven and Cristiano wanted to go to bed, but without his father home he couldn’t relax. He would go to the bar with his sister or a friend to pick him up, although Dinis was often reluctant to return home. He preferred to stay in his spot at the corner of the bar. Quiet, drinking. Without causing trouble. Absorbed in his thoughts. When he was ready to go back home, he would walk with his arm around Cristiano’s young shoulders. At such a young age, Ronaldo gradually took on the father-figure role that his own father was neglecting. ‘I just want my son to be happy and successful,’ he was heard saying in the bar. ‘I, personally, want to live in my world. His world belongs to him.’ In fact, he did not like going to Manchester once Cristiano moved there, and only went a few times. My friend Moisés would say that he was one of those men who was happy with a plate of green beans. In other words, he asked for little from life. Dinis initially refused his son’s help when his health deteriorated. Ronaldo offered to pay for treatment at the most expensive clinics in England, but it was only towards the end that, to appease his son, Dinis relented. It was already too late. He passed away in a London clinic. His absence, lack of authority, bonhomie and his faith in Ronaldo as a footballer have earned him a special place in his children’s memories. In a way, he is almost worshipped. At Cristiano’s house in Manchester, there were several photos of José Dinis Aveiro, and Katia’s little boy is called Zé, the diminutive form of José, as a tribute to his grandfather. We discussed all this with Martinho Fernandes, a Madeiran journalist who was a friend of José Dinis. ‘If Cristiano had stayed in Madeira, he would never have achieved what he has,’ he explained. He thinks that Ronaldo, like all of us, is the product of his upbringing. He came from a poverty-ridden, broken home, but maybe all that, or some of it, is necessary for an individual to become a success. His ability to overcome hurdles remains with him and helps him grow. Martinho added something else: ‘If your parents aren’t too much on top of you, that freedom allows you to reach your potential.’ An interesting idea, the one about parents’ influence, that came up in a number of conversations. Fernando Sousa, Ronaldo’s godfather, never forgot his duties when it came to Christmas presents. One year, he bought his godson a toy car and the boy threw a tantrum because he desperately wanted a football. But why? Especially as his father carried a huge bag of balls around every day and little Cristiano often helped him collect them at the end of training. He, of course, wanted his own ball. Fernando took note and accordingly gave him one the following year. It cost a whopping five euros. Young Cristiano took it with him everywhere. His neighbour Adelino Andrade remembered him as a fairly short and skinny boy with curly, dark hair who spent all day in the street with his ball: ‘The kid would do all sorts of astonishing tricks with it. It seemed to be stuck to his feet.’8 I’ve seen Ronaldo do numerous kick-ups with a plastic bottle lid, and then the bottle itself, without either touching the floor. The conversation with the ball started there and then: ‘When I was young,’ Ronaldo remembers, ‘I used to enjoy watching the older guys showing off with the ball and I would do the same.’4 It soon became a regular hobby – playing with a football, doing new tricks, in the street, in the warm-up, in training. He says that’s the real Cristiano Ronaldo. He does not do it to show off, though, not always anyway. It is part of his relationship with his constant travel buddy. He used to go to class with a ball under his arm, too, even though one teacher in particular reminded him that a ball was not going to feed him, a ball wouldn’t get him anywhere in life. School was where you laid the foundations that would one day allow you to reach your potential. She felt it was her obligation to remind the students the relevance of what they were learning, to emphasise the importance of education and put it into context, a perspective many of them didn’t necessarily get from elsewhere. Nothing wrong with that. The teacher was, in fact, right to say it, but Ronaldo happens to be one of the notable exceptions that proves the rule. Yet she has been left with no choice but to apologise repeatedly, as she has done to Cristiano’s auntie and mother on various occasions. She said that she would not speak in such a way again. Twelve-year-old Ronaldo would think about those words when sitting on the plane to Lisbon for the first time. They had become a motivational weapon. THE STREET MATCH Madeira, the island of eternal spring, is blessed with a constant temperature. It hardly ever goes above 33 degrees. Perfect conditions for playing in the street. The island was formed by volcanic eruptions, causing the ground to be uneven and the formation of cliffs and caves. Its mountainous terrain leaves room for very few plains. Far from the ideal scenario for a daily football match. Cristiano would return home from school, dump his rucksack anywhere, promise to do his homework, grab a yoghurt, make a hole in the bottom of the pot and drink it while heading out of the back door and hearing his sister yell something about schoolwork. Two rocks served as goalposts on the steep and narrow street next to his house. A plastic bottle or a ball made from bags and paper were used. That is the magic of football: everyone can play and no technology is needed. The rules are crystal clear, too. When Ronaldo began receiving footballs as gifts, he always brought his own with him and they would play as long as he wanted, and the game that he wanted. The owner of the ball sets the rules. Those games started after school and it was dark before they finished. Cristiano was the most competitive of the lot. The best. Buses and cars would go down there so frequently the kids had to move the rocks/goalposts to allow traffic to pass. There was time for two minutes of uninterrupted play at most. It was impossible to play the ball long in such a small space, so it was short passes all the way, or, in Cristiano’s case, dribbling past everyone. His technique allowed him to do that and more. The unevenly paved street full of obstacles and the many hours of street football helped him develop it. If nobody turned up, Ronaldo would take the ball to a small field and shoot against a wall. Again and again. For hours and hours. Or he would go down to the beaches in search of new challenges. Regulars included his friend Ricardo Santos, whose father was the Andorinha president and who now oversees the day-to-day running of the club as sporting director. ‘The competitive spirit found in street football gives you that swagger and confidence.’ Or, as Nuno Luz, journalist and friend of Ronaldo, says about anyone growing up on the street, ‘In a poor village, you have no choice but to have character. If you don’t, they eat you up. Either you step on them or they step on you.’ No one ever stepped on Ronaldo. ‘When I joined Andorinha at nine years old, he was already there,’ recalled Ricardo. ‘And when we started playing for the club, we didn’t play in the street as much.’ What psychologists call ‘deliberated game’, the football played in the streets, without many rules or timetables, was replaced at Andorinha between the ages of eight and ten by ‘deliberated training’ – football with kits, cones on the ground, stretching and coaches. Cristiano was surrounded by familiar faces. His dad, seeing the hours he spent playing in the street with the ball, suggested he should join him at the club where he worked as a kitman, and when he did Ronaldo would bring his ball with him. His cousin Nuno, who played for the club, had invited him to one training session after which he was asked to return. His brother Hugo was still playing in a higher age group. Ricardo Santos, initially reserved and even dismissive of that time, gradually opened up as we walked around the club’s modest facilities. ‘He was here for two seasons, but he was mainly playing with kids, two or three years older. We kept an early registration form for him, it’s from ’94–’95. We used to play on dirt pitches and he was clearly the best. He was a striker and was everywhere. He liked driving forward, dribbling and doing stepovers. He hasn’t changed much!’ In the first few weeks, Ronaldo kept to himself. He, in fact, was afraid to get the ball; everybody seemed twice his size. But he didn’t need much time to develop relationships with the other kids, to show his playful side. They used to call him ‘the noodle’, because he was not particularly tall and very thin. Fear soon gave way to confidence. ‘We didn’t think he was weak,’ Ricardo remembered. ‘He didn’t need any protection against the older boys, for example. He could look after himself.’ Mid-week training involved three-on-three matches, it was seven-a-side on Saturdays and Ronaldo would ask to play in eleven-a-side games on Sundays. You could see that he was fantastic in small spaces, very fast and had enviable technique with both feet, rare for someone his age. ‘He didn’t need to come to Andorinha to learn ball-control techniques, how to dribble or do tricks,’ said Francisco Alonso, a teacher at his school and one of his first coaches. ‘Maybe it’s innate.’ Many legendary matches live long in the memory. One day, Andorinha were winning 3–0 when Cristiano went down and had to be taken off after a clash of heads. The team caved in and lost 4–3. He was already that important to his side. Another day he went into the dressing room in tears because his side was losing. A 2–0 half-time deficit was transformed into a 3–2 victory when Ronaldo began to dominate the ball and single-handedly turned the game on its head. His team-mates called him ‘cry-baby’. He cried and cried, not just in the dressing room, but also on the pitch if the team was losing. He would cry very easily. Also when he passed to his teammates and they failed to score – that made him cry, too. And angry. ‘Yes, at eight he already showed his frustration if they didn’t pass to him. And the other boys answered him back,’ recalled Ricardo Santos. ‘As a kid, I got so annoyed when we lost . . .’ Cristiano says. 6 Every defeat is like a small loss of life for boys like him. Failure has no place, nor has doubt. Only goals and victories are acceptable. The rest is inconceivable. Inadmissible. His team-mates also called him ‘the little bee’, for his insect-like speed. The first trophy that eight-year-old Ronaldo won as player of the tournament in a local competition sits proudly in his museum in Funchal. While we were speaking, a pot-bellied man took the rubbish out and prepared to take it to a skip, the same job Dinis used to do. He chatted to everybody and finally sat down with customers at the bar to have a small beer. Ricardo asked him to take a ball out so that I could take a staged photo and also so he could show me something they fondly keep: the photo of Ronaldo with his team, his father on one side, tall and proud. Years later, Ronaldo invited Ricardo and his father to Manchester to visit him at his house and watch a Manchester United game. It was the penultimate time that Cristiano saw his former team-mate. The last one was during the inauguration of the Ronaldo museum in Funchal, although then they exchanged nothing but a simple ‘How’s everything going?’ ‘I’d feel embarrassed to speak to him now beyond polite pleasantries,’ admits Ricardo. Andorinha wanted Cristiano to be the patron of their academy, but the star demurred. A club director had, at some stage, given an interview to the local paper A Bola in which he had made less than complimentary remarks about Ronaldo’s mother. Since then Ronaldo has distanced himself from his first club. ‘Physical education was his favourite. It was clear to see. He was always picked for activities that required maximum coordination,’ remembered Irmá Graça, one of his teachers. 7 That coordination made him good at everything: tennis, pool, table tennis. It also gave him the excuse to be away from books. ‘I dreamed about having a son who played football, because I love the sport,’ revealed Dolores, a fan of both Luis Figo and Sporting Lisbon. ‘Sometimes Ronaldo missed class to play. His teacher told me that I should tell him off for that, but I didn’t punish him. He had to practise a lot to become a great player.’9 Ronaldo, the youngest sibling, has always had a strong bond with his mother. When he started creating two different paths in his life (‘Mum, either I go to school or to football’), she knew how she had to respond: ‘If football is what you like, son . . . go ahead.’9 Cristiano was laying waste to everyone in his path at Andorinha and word soon reached the Nacional youth-team coach. What happened next was a moment of farce. Having been informed of the fledgling talent, the coach went to see him play. ‘I was hugely surprised to discover that he was my godson. I knew he played football, but I didn’t know how good he was. He was streets ahead of the rest,’ declared his godfather Fernando Barroso Sousa, a crucial figure in Cristiano’s early, big decisions. Ten-year-old Cristiano moved to CD Nacional a few months later, in the summer of 1995. But why join Nacional when Marítimo, the other big club on the island, had a better reputation for bringing youngsters through and were one of the five or six biggest clubs in the country? In 1994–95, they had become the in-team after surprisingly reaching the cup final, and furthermore it was next door to Andorinha. Marítimo appealed more to Ronaldo. And to Dinis. The ground was nearby, and it seemed to be the logical next step for the boy. Andorinha’s financial demands made the Marítimo president, who did not appreciate the player’s value at the time, break off negotiations. Cristiano’s godfather had begun talks with Nacional and when they found out that Marítimo were out of the bidding they took the necessary steps to seal the deal: two sets of kits and twenty footballs was the price that his new club had to pay. Or so the story has been told, many times over. But there is something missing from this story about the boy who proudly wore the Marítimo colours and yet was lost to their greatest rivals, Nacional. The fact is that, but for a quirk of fate, Bernardino Rosa, the poorly paid head of recruitment at the Marítimo academy, could have changed Ronaldo’s destiny and perhaps even football history. But Bernardino was late for a meeting. Marítimo had a close relationship with their neighbour Andorinha, lending them balls, bibs, kit. As the modest team that they were, Bernardino knew that it would be in Ronaldo’s best interests to move to the Marítimo academy with its better facilities and better prospects. It seemed like a natural progression. In the latter part of the twentieth century, falling birth rates were beginning to affect the talent pool of young players. In the 1970s the annual birth rate on the island was 9,000. By the 1980s it had fallen to 5,400 (today it stands at 1,700). Clubs were becoming increasingly aware of the need to move fast in identifying and attracting emerging stars. So to make sure the best talent ended up at the bigger club, ‘Marítimo always matched any offer from Nacional,’ as Bernardino told Andorinha. It had almost become the club mantra. Talks regarding Ronaldo had begun between Andorinha and Marítimo and were progressing well, despite the then president of Marítimo being lukewarm. Bernardino was convinced that Ronaldo had great potential and had said as much to the board. Also, he understood that they had first option on him but needed to move swiftly. Then things stalled. An Andorinha director had called Bernardino on a Friday to arrange a decisive meeting on the following Monday. Bernardino worked in a bank and couldn’t suddenly take time off to attend meetings, certainly not without making prior arrangements. In any case he had to be in Lisbon that particular Monday. ‘But if you want to, we can meet today, Saturday or any other day next week,’ he told the Andorinha director. Nothing was scheduled and no one called back to rearrange the meeting. On his return to Funchal, Bernardino called Andorinha to ask when they could meet and put the matter to bed. ‘It’s all signed, sealed and delivered between Cristiano and Nacional, Bernardino. You didn’t show up at the meeting on Monday and now it’s all sorted with them.’ Bernardino could not believe his ears. He spoke to Ronaldo again. ‘My mother wants me to go to Nacional, my godfather, too. It was my mother who signed, not my father,’ Ronaldo told the Marítimo scout. ‘I never believed that he’d become the player he is today. You win some, you lose some,’ said a resigned Bernardino Rosa. ‘That’s why I always say things went well for Ronaldo, which is the important part. The truth is I was annoyed at the time, because we could’ve won trophies with him in the team. Maybe he’d have stayed here longer than he did at Nacional. But that wasn’t the case, what can you do?’ Remember what he said about Ronaldo’s short stay at Nacional. I’ll tell you why later. ‘When I started playing . . . I felt . . . I felt that I was different.’ ‘Why?’ ‘I don’t know, maybe I was more ambitious.’ Conversation with Cristiano Ronaldo, 2010 Ronaldo’s time at Andorinha taught him about team values, although training sessions were not particularly demanding. They almost never are when you’re young. So his first direct contact with high-level academy football was at Nacional, where he spent two seasons. Although he was brave and had learnt how to avoid physical contact with boys older than him, the Nacional coaches were worried that his undernourishment would slow down his development. They asked his mother to supplement his diet with fish and meat, instead of so much yoghurt. If she could. In any case, his talent was unquestionable. This is what ten-year-old Cristiano Ronaldo was like. António Mendonça, a coach from his spell at Nacional: ‘He executed things quickly, he was good at dribbling and had a powerful shot. In one match, he ran the whole pitch, from one end to the other, with the ball under control and without letting it touch the ground.’ Pedro Talhinhas, one of his coaches at Nacional: ‘He is a player from the street with exceptional technique in both feet. But it’s not just about the fact that he played football in the street. He’s a product of running all over the place, climbing trees, jumping over obstacles, walking to school and the beach. He’s the typical player who’s had a self-sufficient childhood. He spent long periods without any family contact and didn’t go to school much. That’s how he started finding answers to problems himself. How does that translate into football? Well, it gives you mental weapons to improvise in one-on-ones, for example. It helps you resolve problems the game throws at you. Another player with a more solid family set-up probably wouldn’t be the same type of player.’ Carlos Bruno: ‘The reduction in creative players is precisely due to the change in children’s habits, mainly in more developed, western countries. Football cannot be developed as a creative and free sport in a rigid atmosphere. Boys join clubs or football schools and have stereotypical coaches who sap them of the little creativity they still have. That means they lose the rarest attribute that exists these days: the one-on-one. Players who excel in this department and can improvise in the heat of the moment are the ones that are worth millions, but they’re in short supply.’7 Pedro Talhinhas: ‘Our first battle was making him understand that football is a team sport. He’d do it all himself, there was barely a connection between