@FootynewsAndrea Pirlo recalls the summer of 2006 right after winning the World Cup, a time when he felt completely overjoyed. He rode his bicycle through the quiet and small streets of Forte dei Marmi, and whenever he passed the seaside promenade, people stopped to pat him on the back. Most observers likely assumed that defeating France in the final had fried his brain, but they were missing a vital piece of history regarding how things actually stood. In his head, heart, and soul, he belonged to Real Madrid, not Milan. A five-year contract was waiting for him there with a salary that was simply not of this world. He constantly imagined himself wearing the white jersey, and his thoughts frequently rested on the Santiago Bernabéu, which he described as a temple that sows terror in its opponents. When he discussed these intentions with Galliani, the official looked at him and said: 'Andrea, friend, you are going nowhere.'

@FootynewsAndrea Pirlo recalls the summer of 2006 right after winning the World Cup, a time when he felt completely overjoyed. He rode his bicycle through the quiet and small streets of Forte dei Marmi, and whenever he passed the seaside promenade, people stopped to pat him on the back. Most observers likely assumed that defeating France in the final had fried his brain, but they were missing a vital piece of history regarding how things actually stood. In his head, heart, and soul, he belonged to Real Madrid, not Milan. A five-year contract was waiting for him there with a salary that was simply not of this world. He constantly imagined himself wearing the white jersey, and his thoughts frequently rested on the Santiago Bernabéu, which he described as a temple that sows terror in its opponents. When he discussed these intentions with Galliani, the official looked at him and said: 'Andrea, friend, you are going nowhere.'