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Anthony spoke about his childhood in the favela.


I was born in hell. It`s not a joke. To my European friends who don`t know, the favela in Sao Paulo where I grew up is actually called Inferninho, little hell.


If you really want to understand me as a person, then you must understand where I come from. My history. My roots. Inferninho.


This is an infamous place. Fifteen feet from our front door there were always drug dealers doing their business, passing the goods from hand to hand. There was a constant smell outside our window.


In fact, one of my first memories is my dad getting up from the couch on a Sunday and yelling at the kids to walk down the street for a bit and leave us alone because his kids were inside trying to watch a football game.


We were so used to seeing weapons that it wasn`t even scary. It was just part of everyday life. We were more afraid that the police would knock down our door. One day they [the policemen] broke into our house looking for someone and ran screaming. Of course they didn`t find anything. But when you`re so young, those moments leave a mark.


What I saw. . . Only those who have experienced it can understand. One morning when I was walking to school, when I was maybe 8 or 9 years old, I came across a man lying in an alley. He didn`t move. As I got closer, I realized that he was dead.


In the favela, you become kind of insensitive to it. There was no other way, and I had to get to school. So I just closed my eyes and jumped over the dead body.


I`m not saying this to sound cool. It was just my reality. In fact, I always say that I was very lucky as a child, because despite all our difficulties, I was given a gift from heaven. The ball was my savior. My love from the cradle. We in Inferninho are not interested in toys for Christmas. Any ball that rolls is perfect for us.


Every day my older brother took me to the square to play football. Everyone plays in the favela. Children, old people, teachers, construction workers, bus drivers, drug dealers, gangsters. Everyone is equal there.


In my father`s time it was a mudfield. In my time it was asphalt. In the beginning, I played barefoot, with bleeding feet. We didn`t have money for proper shoes. I was small, but I went into dribbling, which seemed to come from God. Dribbling has always been inside of me. It was a natural instinct.


And I refused to bow my head to anyone. I did elastico in front of drug dealers. Rainbow in front of bus drivers. He threw the ball between the legs of the thieves. I really had.


With the ball at my feet, I felt no fear, " wrote the Manchester United winger.
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