I’m not the talking type. I get revenge on the pitch. I’ve heard so much shit during the years,
fucking gipsy, stuff about my mom, all that. The worst thing is: "I see you after the game!"
What the fuck is that? Are we going to meet at the parking lot or what? It’s just silliness.
I remember Giorgio Chiellini, a central defender in Juventus. We had played together,
and later when I was in Inter we met on the pitch and then he was all over me constantly:
“Come on, it’s not like before, isn’t it?” He tried to provoke, and then he tackled me from
behind. It’s cowardly, you know. You don’t see the guy come, and I went down and was in
pain. I had a lot of pain. But I didn’t say a thing. I don’t do that in situations like that.
I tackle instead. I go of like a bomb in the tackles. But that time I didn’t get a chance,
and then after the final whistle I went up to him and grabbed his head and dragged him
like a bad dog, and then Chiellini got scared. I saw it in his eyes.