I asked Robin if his dream had come true. “Yes,” he answered, “of course. I’m where I always wanted to be.” Then he looked outside, with a distant smile. “I’m still a kid. Still with a dream. I’ll tell you something that happened the other day. I had lunch with Rio Ferdinand at the club when four kids, 10 years old or so, came in, players from the youth set-up. They were wearing nice training kit from United and they looked about curiously. In 10, 12 years maybe they’ll play for the first team. I said to Rio: ‘Look... those guys, still so young, that might be our most beautiful time. No worries. Cool being dressed in your training outfit. All day long. Football shoes on. All the time. Just playing along. On the street, indoors, on the pitch. Tired? Never! Muscular pain? Hardly ever. Maybe a day, once in a year... It’s incredible how you recover as a kid. You couldn’t imagine being injured, you just didn’t know what that was.”
Then it was as though held just woken up and he smiled that huge smile again. “Leo,” he said, “my most important dream is to stay as long as possible the kid that I still feel within me. That’s what I am. And that is what I always want to be: just a kid with only one wish, to play football.”