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Juventus’ latest star Moise Kean learnt how to be a footballer on an asphalt pitch by his local church. Greatness from small beginnings.

Once I was so desperate to play football that I stole a ball from a priest. And I thank God every day that I did.

From pretending to be Messi on the playground to facing him in this year's Champions League, Houssem Aouar worked so his heroes became his rivals. And he's just

I am a brutally honest person. So I will let you in on a little secret.

Everything I did in my path as a youth player was everything to become a football player.

Let Patrice Evra tell you a story about a train, an angel and three nuns and how they changed his life.

I think it was when I left PSG at 14 or 15. It was a turning point.

I missed France’s World Cup win in ’98. And didn’t make the team for 2018. But the next time France makes a World Cup final, I’ll be there.

Football is crazy, I’m telling you. Like you could be sitting there one day and just playing football with your mates. And then the next day, you could get call

I was just praying that he was gonna call me. Then when he called me, all that adrenaline was just like rushing through my body, especially playing against Braz

The Red Devils manager explains his methodology for toppling the tournament favorites.

It was October 31, a Serie A game against Pescara — my first match on the bench. For me all was new. The locker room, all red and black.

My journey hasn’t been simple. But it’s not over. Not even close.

A look back at Dani Alves, Neymar, and Bernardo Silva praising Mbappé before his ascent to stardom.

My parents wouldn’t let me and my brother play too far from the front door of our home.

I want to tell you about me, Amine. I feel like maybe you don’t know me that well right now. But you will one day. I’m going to make sure of that. And when you

Je dois commencer avec une histoire un peu gênante.

Because I was a bit smaller than the other kids, my dad knew that winning the ball in the air wasn’t going to be easy for me.

I’d do all the things my dad taught me on the pitch while, about 200 metres away, he slept in the car in the parking lot.

And I looked over at Pogs like, Oh my gosh, if the gaffer actually puts me in, I might wet meself.

I could tell he was very passionate back then, and he still is now.

In Lisbon, I’ve found my joy again. It took some time, some trust.

When I see the I Bianconeri kits now, I think of the tunnel. I think of the marble. The black … the white … it’s all there. It’s taken me this far.