Óriási.But it was actually my 14th birthday that week, and what I didn’t know is that my parents were organizing everything with the club so that they could take me to Madrid as a present.
Quite a surprise for me!
And believe it or not, we didn’t tell anyone where we were going. I didn’t even tell my closest friends, because I was too nervous. If things didn’t go well, I didn’t want to come back to my neighborhood and disappoint them.
I will never forget the moment that we arrived at the training center from the airport. Zidane met us in the parking lot by his car, and it was a really nice car, of course. We said hello, and then he offered to drive me over to the field for training. He was pointing at the front seat, like, “Go on, get in.”
But I just froze and I asked,“Should I take off my shoes?”
Hahaha! I don’t know why I said that. But it was Zizou’s car!
He thought that was really funny. He said, “Of course not, come on, get in.”
He drove me to the training pitch, and I was just thinking to myself, I am in Zizou’s car. I am Kylian from Bondy. This is not real. I must still be sleeping on the airplane.
Sometimes, even when you are really living something, it feels like a dream.

"A Letter to the Young Kylians"
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