I remember entering a sports shop with my parents when the 1998 World Cup was about to begin. Everyone was buying Brazil-related products, from shirts to key rings. My parents bought Brazil’s shirts, and offered me one as well. I don’t know why I refused it and decided to leave with a France shirt. My father refused to buy it, but myself making a scandal in the shop managed him to change his mind. It was funny to see everyone going out of their houses with yellow shirts with names like “Ronaldo” and “Rivaldo” while I used one with “Zidane” at the back.