consecuencias del cancer de mama

the squares in antwerpare the heart of the city young people dream of a future there on the squares everyone is workingon their road to success this is my story, my struggle.is it a pity or a blessing ? everyone has a cross to bear.i'm bearing more than two. the streets and my team are my home.that's why i am here. every square has its own story.i guarantee ours will be the very best. everyone is bornwith at least one talent. i will find outi've got more than i think.

i have to be strict, handle with respectthe gifts i received from above. a god-given gift, a compliment.when i go, it will make me happy, give me a push,encourage me to persist. but i must have confidence in me, and not curse at friends,who don't work on or want my future. i hear talk.everyone assuming i'll never make it. that hurts, and i bottled it up'till it ate away at me. i only wanted revenge. 'just you wait':hateful words i etched in my head. but now i'm letting it gobefore i ruin it for myself.

i'll make it with pride. from the pit to the gutter,from the street to the top. the squares the square is the most important thingin my life. i think few people got as muchout of the square as i did. you get here, there's no entrance fee,no id check, nothing. you walk in, the threshold is very low.you can just come here. i get home from school, toss my bag, puton my shoes, my ball, off to the square. go to school, with friends, go home,change, kick a ball on the square.

the secret is the game, the fun of it.and sharing that fun. often, these squares are regarded asa place for scum, but that's not true. this square was the only placewhere i could really be a kid. i'm amar zouggaghi from den bleek,the square near bloemstraat. we play indoor football at ft antwerp.and i work at jes as a youth worker. i think the square isthe most important thing in my life. the square gave me football,it gave me my job. i grew up here. from footballi moved on to indoor football. shoot! tournament borgerhout

we have six little ones. we'll do thepreliminary rounds of the little ones. then we'll do the big ones,and in between, the qualifiers. they're fewer.- six of them. the others are with 20.-we'll go with the six. and the kiel boys are late.there's 21 of them. den bleek is the best square in thecountry. the best players are from here. bad, because when we wentto play a match, they already knewthat we were the favourites. and it usually turned out that way.we won lots of trophies.

the best players are from here,even if they didn't break through. but everybody feared den bleek. good keeper, good wing player,but he's always daydreaming, like he's been smoking a joint.- shut up, it'll be on tv. lost twice ?- then they'll play for 5th and 6th. for 5th and 6th place. this has never happened to you before,has it. the harsh reality.- in sports you win and lose. you can lose from anyone on the square.- why are you crying ?

don't cry, kid. soon you can playwith in the 12 to 14 age group. how come you lost ?- the others in the team are much older. the opposing team ?- the keeper is in two different teams. no problem.- we're going to brussels, anderlecht. we're playing the cup finalagainst chatelineau. we'll do everythingto bring the cup to antwerp. i have a good feeling. the belgian cup would be the icingon the cake. we worked hard all year. i want that trophy at any cost.

boys, this is what we workedhard for all season: the belgian cup final. today the crucial element will bethe details. details are in the mind. under pressure. you can pick outtop players under pressure. believe me. those are crucial moments. one match, two halves of twenty minutes,and we have the trophy. we don't need any presents.everything we win, we earn. we've been in first place all year.today we put the icing on the cake. we'll take the cup.

we don't even need to stay for thesandwiches and coke they promised. no need. we'll take the cupand go back to antwerp. that cup is ours today. all of you. weall believe. we're certain. come on. belgian cup final this is ours, for our familiesand friends, for all of antwerp. who is going to win here ? who ?- we will. come on. good. keep your position.watch your opponent. amar. clumsy, clumsy, clumsy. all in all, one, two, three...four tattoos.

so, not as many as my brother, but... this was my first tattoo,my chinese zodiac sign. it's not that i regret it, but it wasmy first, so it will always be special. these here mean 'dream' and 'love'in japanese. and this is the name of my girlfriend,kenza. that's celtic. i did it because she kind of changedmy life. changed it completely, really. this is my mother's name in the elvishlanguage of lord of the rings. i had it done together with my brother. my mother did just about anythingfor me, she even talked for me.

that's why i had great difficulty... when she was gone, it was very difficultfor me, because i was on my own. luckily, i met kenza.now, i feel strong. i think we... we've grown a lot closer. some people even saywe sound the same, and stuff. but i think that's normal,since we live together. we watch a lot of football. it's becomemore and more the last few years. football is our life, i guess.everything revolves around it. for kenza as well. before, shehardly knew anything about football.

but by now she's a complete fanatic,even worse than i am. i've always been rather sporty,so i took to football quite easily. i like it, now that i know the rules. yes, true.- i think it's fun. i'm riana nainggolan. i started playingfootball at de bloementuin. currently i playin the women's team of antwerp. what else ?- hold the onion. what else ?- ten capri suns. ten ? seriously ?ok. five euros, please.

only five euros ?- seven euros, please. that's what i thought.- stupid of me. by the way,this is a legendary location. we filmed our first video clip here,because this square symbolises kiel. this iswhat every hip-hop collective needs. their stomping ground, like they say. a home,the place where the group comes from. the group is from antwerp,and we are from het kiel. we started in het kiel.

you must spread all over antwerplike a virus, to represent antwerp. from there we spread to flanders,then all of belgium. it's unique, we're like the symbolof hip-hop in belgium. when people think of hip-hop in belgium,they think of nomobs. isn't that our cd ?- yes, it is. that's what we want. music has to pump. music has to pump in the car.that's what we want. i remember the first timehe came to my house. it was... this was his dream, watching dudes driveby with his music pumping in their car.

that was his dream.- that was fun. hello. hi. are you at bisthovenplein ?yes, i'll be there shortly. yes, we'll see each other there.ok, mate. see you. i'm adnan arhoun, born and raisedat bisthovenplein, youth worker at jes. and if i were you i'd keepmy legs closed, or risk a panna. bisthovenplein is one of the best-knownstreet football squares in antwerp. people came from all over to play here. it was known as as football squarewith very good players. it was a challenge to play here.

football was very important to me,especially from the age of 13 to 18. i was crazy about football. i played for gba,germinal beerschot. i was in the same group as tom de mul,thomas vermaelen, jan vertonghen, moussa dembã©lã©, prince, stanley. i played in the same teamas those guys, we trained together, and we were friends. we get the ball.four against four. boys, in street football termsit's all about panna. come on.

there were many well-known footballplayers, who now play at high levels, and i used to give them panna,kick the ball between their legs. i enjoyed it immensely.i still love the game till this day. make someone look like a foolwith a shot, not so much the shot, but doing it ina way that makes them look ridiculous. you can't learn that technique.here you learn to do your best with a moveor by kicking it through their legs. i've had some pretty good times here.when i pass by here every day, every spot here holds memories for me.

many top football playerswon't forget about me any time soon. this was my youth,you only experience it once. salah ?- please don't break my door. oh, i'm sorry.- you don't have to break it. i'm salahdine ibnou kacemi.i'm from het kiel, antwerp. my stomping ground isthe alfons de cockplein. and i'm a member/producer/rapperwith the nomobs collective, which stands for no more bull shit.just so you know. throw in the drums.

it's like in real life. you work at ituntil you've got something to deliver. i've known salah for over ten years,i know what he can do. everywhere i go,people recognise our salah beats. we're well-known for our beats,because they're unique and very catchy. why is that ? it's simple,if i say so myself: he adds spice to his beats, hisidentity, not just commercial stuff. each beat tells a story, has a dimensionand can transport you to another world. in the jungle.jungle of my 'drearies' brown face does business.dafalgan, what is this ?

i totally forgot the lyrics,but i've got no regrets. we're the most popularhip-hop collective. in antwerp, even small neighbourhoodsin limburg, ghent, leuven, we're the most popular hip-hop bandin flanders. in the so-called ghettos is nomobs themost popular hip-hop collective around. it's back here. because of her, i becamethe person i am now. she's always been there for me. the most important person, really.

because she always defended us.she did everything for us. she made sure we wanted for nothingand she put herself in second place. that's who she was, it was partof her character. we got that from her. so... i could tell you so many thingsabout her, but it's an emotional topic. i only knew three months before the endthat she had cancer. i think she knew it a lot longer,but that she wanted to protect us against the bad thingsthat could happen. the last night... of course,that's always the hardest one.

but you don't realisethat you ought to say goodbye. you only realise thatwhen she's already gone, after she's had all the injections. in the end, she chose euthanasia becauseshe couldn't bear the pain anymore. that night, all my brothers and sistersstayed in the hospital. radja only arrived that morning,because he'd missed his plane. that made it extra hard on us,but i stayed strong the whole night. i didn't cry, all those months... well, sometimes, because i didn'tunderstand, i was too young.

then all of a sudden, when radja camein, i started crying, and he did too. thoughts tic toc, this is my favela.no samba, marihuana on the square. the times have changed,the squares have changed. i don't go with the flow,the ball is my anchor. in my sports gear outside i prove to myopponent that every square is different. play with the ball on the square,in the street. just let me be for a momentbecause i'm in my own world. actually, things have changed verydrastically here. first of all... everything is...- renewed.

and official, apparently. these were neighbourhoods where... there was always something to do.playing football, hanging out... lots of football.- lots of football. pranks. the squares were like a second home.you spent a lot of time there. the football fields... back in the day,there weren't any goals. so we used the poles.- pole to pole. kick between two poles.you had to aim very carefully. karim had a real problem with his aim.i taught him everything.

he became one of the bestindoor football players in belgium. of course, he owes everythingto a beerschot player's expertise. the antwerp players can't do that. but on the square itself,it was a really mixed thing. more than now. you can see thingsaren't very mixed on the squares. everything was thrown together. north africans, portuguese, italians,belgians, the french, you name it. the square brought us together. andthere wasn't any playstation back then. no mobile phone, no facebook,no twitter, no computer.

if you had any free time,you went to a square. you mainly learn to lose on the square.you learn to deal with disappointment. that's how you become a championin the end, like karim. i often humiliated himon one of the squares. but later on he became quite big,as you will have seen. 1.84 metres.- there you go. amar... clumsy, clumsy, clumsy. we are the better team. at one point,we had them running all over the place, but we don't finish the job.we don't, that's the difference.

and then they score that lousy goal,a free kick. a wall never spreads his legs. never. feet together, that's a wall. if a ballveers off, it may pass. unfortunate. but then that fifth foul, amar. 2 - 2 in the final. what did we say100 times ? don't do it. come on, in the second half, you'llfight your way back into the game and we'll muddle through.that's the difference. before the match...wednesday, i pointed it out. those mistakes could be the death of us.

we're creating loads of opportunities.we just have to score. scoring, that's what it's all about. in the second half, we'll score,we'll take them. amar, you're up first in the secondhalf. come on, the game's not lost yet. i'm sabrine felloussfrom the elisabethplein and i play football at kras antwerpen. if you think girls can't play football,just come and watch. we used to live over thereand we just crossed the street, or we ran away from our parentsto play here.

we're at the sint-elisabethplein, the square where i played footballfor the first time. sometimes in secret, because fatherdidn't like us playing here, because there were a lot of drunks here. sometimes it was a bit dangerous,because they used drugs. when mother went grocery shoppingand we weren't allowed outside, we snuck outside to play. we knew more or less when she'd be back.we'd play for 10 or 15 minutes and then go back inside.

we've learned lots of basic thingson the square like passing the ball, kicking the ball in the goal. there wasno goal, so between two poles. mostly being very good in duels,shoulder pushes... sometimes, we really had to fightto be allowed to play, because... the boys said: you're girls,and girls can't play football. but by playing aggressively,we were usually allowed to play. at home too, but i meanamong young people. so among boys and girls,and to be able to play. at home we had brothers and sisters,but that's not the same as with friends.

i'm mohamed zemmouri,support co-ordinator of kras sport, a sports division of kras youth work. this is my square,the square of de kluis in borgerhout. by now they call methe godfather of the squares, because i've been working on themfor 20 years. antwerp is my city.i never wanted to go back. when my parents went back in 1985, istayed here as a young man with no job. it was clear to me then that thiswas my city, and hopefully till i die. a street football player doeswhatever he wants.

he enters the square and thinks:i'll play from goal to goal, or i'll dribble a bit.nobody is going to say: don't do that. so he has complete freedomto develop his skills in his domain. that explainsthose boys' technical skills. but it's our job to motivatethose youths to make the best of it and to make them understand that they'realways welcome, whatever they do. we'll try and show you the right way. i think everyone in antwerphas my mobile phone number. i always say: i'm a celebrity,but a poor celebrity, not a rich one.

even on a sunday afternoon, when i'mstrolling on the meir with my wife, you hear people shout: zemmouri,what time is practice tomorrow ? young people know what they wantand the squares are important. if they didn't exist,where would they... there are not enough sports hallsto accommodate everyone. so the only alternative is the squares,because you don't have to reserve them. and on these squares, there isoften a very positive dynamic. the guys have their own rules. often, the squares are regarded asa place for scum, but that's not true.

bisthoven has played a major partin my football career. it was very important to me. it'sa place where i've had lots of fun. i'm moussa dembã©lã©.i'm from bisthovenplein, i play for tottenham hotspurin the premier league. as you can see,things have changed quite a bit. before, there were only...now, there are goals. before there were only two poles here,two basketball poles. the idea was to try and hit the poles,because there were no goals. you had no choice but to give ityour all and make a move.

it's nice to be back her afterall these years. it must have been... at least a few years ago. the first time i came here,it really opened my eyes. those boys are all very talentedtechnically and that made me want to... to develop my technique further,just like them. i tried to copy some of the boys,like his brother for instance. and at homei would secretly practice the moves, so i could keep up with those boysthe next time i came here. i think street football players havemore confidence in their own skills.

they're close friends with the ball,in love with it, mostly. you're constantly working with the ball,playing football. nowadays, young people mostly playwith their playstation, their computers. in our day it was mostlystreet football. we'd just... what's good about football is that ifyou want the ball, you have to work it. every summeri would come here every day. i've got fond memories of that. at one point the lights had to go off,and they'd call the police. and we'd hide for a bit and just talked.

when the police left, we'd playagain. the police would come and so on. that was quite funny.it was cool. i had a good childhood. especially the vibe here.we talked a lot. we often triedto get under someone's skin, like: we'll finish you off or whatever,that sort of thing. but the square was very sharp.it really was... it wasn't just friends hanging out.everyone wanted to win. afterwards, you could talk...it could bug you all day. that was though.you wanted to win no matter what.

some of the kids told me they would likethe square to be named after him. to me, that's not essential.there really are many incredible players back then,who were really talented and who deserve it more than meto have this place named after them. but it's always nice if that's... to me personally, it's a nice gesture. saã¯d is a mixture of different saã¯ds. the different saã¯ds are the varioussocial roles i have to play: the eldest brother at home,my mate's best friend,

a youth worker,now i'm off to a gig as a rapper. those are all roles i have to play. and yet, that's saã¯d. but who is saã¯d ? in antwerp saã¯d is one of the greatestin a battle. just because we are black,or moroccan, or muslim, doesn't mean we can't contributeto society. you have to be who you want to be. develop the talents that you have.it's no longer taboo to be yourself, to write a column, to give your opinion.

that's what we were told at home: keepquiet, because this is their country. no, sorry, we live here too.it has to stop. everything ok ?everything alright ? go get your pass. when you show that,you can go in. ok, but if i get it you will...- no, get your pass and you can go in. it's my responsibility. it's necessary. this is not just a bunch of artists,we're one big happy family. it doesn't seem like it, but it is.we look angry. like this guy. whether he likes itor not, he always looks angry.

he's angry with society. all this is... it's just acting. this is an action film, it's not real. it's real. real life.- it's not real. it's acting. otherwise we wouldn't be here. a show, give off a show. this guy doesn't have papers. no papers. favelas. bullet holes. they're all bullet holes.

all this is acting. i heard you swagged out. zehmayou all about da finer things in life. i know your boss without a doubt.he got them tats, homie. he got them hos. liberace on his neckcomplimentin' his clothes. zehma bogus. zehma khataar.zehma poppin' bottles. zehma ksaar. zehma bogus. zehma khataar.zehma boss player. zehma ki dbaar. we're here to kick the ball: morocco v.turkey, with a belgian captain. we came to play against the turksfor a coke. want to play a match ?- want to play a game for the tv ?

yes, sure.- yes ? this is the future of belgian football.this is where the talent is. who is the best kicker of all ?- this is little messi. who's the best of all of you ?- he is, he is. no, i am.- him ? no, me. no, me, me, me. the square remains part of your life,you spent so much time here. 10, 15, 20 years, sometimes even more. it remains part of your memories.you'll treasure it for life.

in that sense, it feelsas if you're part owner of the square. matthias schoenaerts,turkish park, antwerp south. shall we play a game ? ok. the four of you with matthias.and the four of you with me. come on, sharpen the knives. and ifyou lose, it's prison camp for you. meanwhile, i'll score the first goal.there, 1 - 0. who will win ?- we will. it's already 1 - 0, karim. matthias was good at football,lost of character.

i think it has given him strength in thelife he's been leading up to now, too. who knows, if he had gone for footballwhole-heartedly, maybe he could have made it in football. football is too much fun.everything else disappears. i'm usually not this calm. i'm keepingmy cool in front of the camera. i have to make a good impression...- usually, he'd tackle anyone. football is a great game.that's fantastic, because football gives these young peoplesome perspective. i was never very ambitiousabout football. i loved it,

but i never wanted to becomea professional player. when i was on the verge of becominga pro, i clammed up and stopped. then i started playing footballat the very lowest level. i was at the highest level, but switchedto the lowest, with friends, pub teams. that's perfect for the film. good shot, karim. i, but especially my wife doesn't like my son to hang out at the squares,because, again... people tell her if her son is hangingout on the street too much,

he'll probably end upgoing down the wrong path. the danger certainly exists,you can't ignore it. you can find bad companyand chose a certain path, but i still think,and that's my honest opinion, that a child has to find its way. you can guide them in a certaindirection, but in the end... even if you overprotect them,it may still go wrong. so i think a kid should findits own way. dare to tackle.

these areas are always demonisedor put in a bad light, portrayed as being dangerousor whatever. but in my experience,it was the opposite. thanks, guys. well done. did you take something for yourself ?- i've already finished it. oh, you've already finished. ok, son. thanks, mate.- how's school ? good ? good grades ? sure ?i'll ask your brother. i'm the smartest boy in class.- the smartest ? excellent.

that's important too.football is happiness. if you study well in school,you'll get a good diploma. who's cheering for karim, and for me ?- i don't know who's who. who's who, you think ? i didn't feel like studying at all. my parents didn't keep an eyeon me, due to circumstances. and they didn't know the system. i quickly tired of school. then i switched to vocational school,clerical training and sales,

purely because i still hadto go to school. but i regretted it afterwards. my one lucky break wasthat football ball, so i had something to hold on to. if you kick it through my legs,you'll end up in casualty, mate. i was also quickly tired of school,but i did finish. school is important,but i didn't really enjoy it that much. i was expelled a number of times. i never quite understood why,but anyway

school is important,but i don't have fond memories of it. i can't...like in the old days, i can't win. you earned it.- i'm sweaty. nice shot. use your brains. come on. you didn't have the nerve today.you didn't have the nerve. i can show you the footage.you didn't have he nerve. the day of the accidentwas a friday night. i had a game.

we'd made plans to hang outafter the game. when i got home, i found the keysto my sister's car. so i took them. we drove around the whole evening. none of us had a driver's licence. only at the very end, it all went wrongwhen i dropped off my mates here. i came here... i drove way too fast, but it was alsoraining. i took the turn far too wide and i ended upat the central reservation.

because the road was slippery,i ended up on the other lane, where i hit a jeep head-on. i had difficulty breathing, but i got out of the car. i thought my nosewas bleeding. then i just waked home. then i saw it was more seriousthan that. i still have a scar. i had to go to hospital urgently. so i called ahmed sababti. he'salways been like a big brother to me. he stayed with me all night,until morning. after my accident, a lot has changed.

i started to think more like an adult. i got into a lot of trouble afterwards.i had to go to court. none of it was fun. i haven't changedbecause of the police or the court date. i changed because i'd hurtmy parents enormously. in 1982, my dad came here from morocco,together with my mother, so they could offer us a better futurein terms of education and to build a better future.isn't that right ? but this is not like morocco, is it ?there's a big difference. it's different.there's nothing over there.

when my parents got divorced,i was about eleven or twelve. divorce is no fun for anyone. and in certain cases, it can haveserious consequences, but, for me, i had a distraction,just like my brothers and sisters. sport was my distraction,specifically football. my brothers did other sports. we didn't really notice my parentswere divorcing or were divorced, because my father was always nearby and mother never neglected her duties,in spite of the problems.

it has only made her better and she's always performed perfectly,like a true deep-lying forward. i had a hard time in school. i wasn'tinterested in what was happening there. i had a good time and the only thingi liked doing was play football. on the square, so come home from school, toss my bag, put on my shoes, getmy ball, and i was off to the square. playing football 'till late,'till dad came to get us. my parents knew what washappening on bisthovenplein, because they often talkedto the other parents,

either in the mosque,at the friday market, or in the store. but when we were off to play,mum and dad always impressed upon us: boys, don't come home complainingor anything. go and play, have fun,but stick to playing. it's important to usthat we look like women. we are women,even though we play football and football is a man's sport,we haven't turned into men or anything. we're still women. i'm the eldest, she's younger than i am.

people expect the eldestto wear a headscarf, but i believe it's something insideyou, that you chose yourself. no matter if you'rethe eldest or the youngest. you have to be ready for it,and she was ready. how long have you been wearing one ?- it'll be six years this may. i started wearing a headscarf when i wastwelve, but i did it of my own accord. it's a choice you have to make. no one else can interfere.not your parents, no one. it really is your own choice.- you have to be ready for it.

most importantly, you have to be readyfor it. that's my opinion. religion means everything to us,basically. to be honest, i couldn't imagine my lifewithout islam. if i didn't have that,i think my life would really derail, because i grew up with it.my life is connected to my religion. i hope, insha'allah,that i'll wear a headscarf one day. that's one of my dreamsthat i want to fulfil. it's a lovely step towards the future. the first year, we played in hamme.and my sister wears a headscarf.

and they looked at us like were shit,is the only way to put it. when we came in,they looked at us funny right away. 'take off that rag.what is that thing ? monkeys.' the second year, we playeda lot better and we won a lot. then the racism died down quite a bit. the best thing to do is just ignore it and hope that people will realisesomeday that they were wrong. it's always the small gangs who ruin itfor the others, who do behave. the sad thing is that some peoplewill take one image

and demonise a whole ethnic group andthat's too bad, because it's not true. we can go there, to h&m.- not this one, the other one is better. on the square different culturescame together. moroccans, africans, belgians...- turks. everyone from the area was thereand we just played football. girl, boy, colour, brown, black, white,it didn't matter. it was different cultures together,that just played with each other. racism and things like thatdidn't exist there. it was just playing games,and that was it.

racism and discriminationhave always been around. it happened back then as well. there was den ossepoot,the market on friday. people used to go by,who had been drinking and called us names, but in the end... monkeys. that wasthe popular insult back then that everybody used.'go back to your own country.' it was in that same periodthat the vlaams blok was coming up. back then, i have to say,

20 years ago, when we werea bit younger and more naã¯ve, and you heard slogans like'all foreigners go home' and so on, we really believed them, thatif the vlaams blok ever came to power, we might have to go back,go back where we came from. yes, it made quite an impression. we thought it might come true,that we'd have to go back. but in the end, after all these years,i think we all realise we're not going back. we're here and wehave to make sure we can live together. we speak the antwerp dialect and dutch.we were born here.

so we were like: get off it,i'm not going back there. if you're not happy, you move. but we're belong to this city,and we live here and we're staying. actually,and i've had to learn this myself, when people say stupid things,it's best not to react. how are you ? everything ok ?- hey. we're not playing, are we ?- no, we can't today. all right ?- everything ok, son ? i wondered if you'd recognise me.- long time.

it's been a very long time.- he's still the same, right ? still the same van ?- shit, i didn't bring it with me. i want to be able to say i dideverything in my power for my career, and i got where i am because of me. not because of my coach, someone else,or the board, the league. i did it. i'm radja nainggolan. i used to playin the bloementuin at linkeroever and i'm a professional footballerat as roma. we used to come here often to playwith a bunch of friends. especially during holidays.- after school.

we even came down here at midnight.have a little fun, and then home. right after we got home, we left againto come and kick the ball here. you've seenall those apartment buildings yourself. everyone lives close togetherand knows everyone. it was fun. there were lots of people. i have a particularly hard timewhen i come down to linkeroever. many memories of my departed mother.that's quite... shocking.- that's what i think about most. but i'm here now. nothing has changed,it all stayed the same. what can i say ?

it's nice to be able to say thatwe were standing here long ago, and now i'm at a very high level,let's say. oh, my god, i was still wearingmy leonardo dicaprio t-shirt. and this one, on the left ?- murat. he's a goalkeeper now, in holland. he was good, wasn't he ?- he was crazy. but he's a nice guy.- that's sababti. there were some good players around.- we always manage to play our game. but we were much better. maybe i was always the toughest,

but to be safe,i sometimes told her not to join, because i was afraid that she...- yes, of course. because i was afraid she mightget injured or get hurt. in the end, she's just a girl. sometimes, it was more about prestigethan for the fun of it. those were games i thoughtshe'd better not play. you can see for yourself, those walls...- they'd throw you over the fence. for a girl, it could be quite tough. if you have nothing and you want itall, you'll do it all to have a little.

i think, we never... not to say we never had anything,but we had a difficult past... you can't compare it to now, radja. we just never had anything.our dad left, my mother had some problems and stuff. financially, it was really tough. to earn the bare minimum,you'd do anything. i think that's mainly why you do it.to achieve a lot in life, you have to work hard. if you startwith nothing and you want everything,

you have to do everything you canand keep going to get more. that's basically what i'm focusing on. little brother, big worries.no one takes care of little brother. it's all or nothing.the shadow lurks around the corner. he has to take careof everything himself. nobody else will. is this your little brother ? give him a kiss first. kiss, kiss. give him a kiss.

many people congratulated me. many people sent me messages.the phone was ringing off the hook. but best of all is when your parentscongratulate you. 'well done.' that makes you proud. it motivates you to go on.not that i want 20 kids or something. but knowingthat you're on the right track. on and off the court. at first, we chose noah as a name. but if you say it in arabic,it's pronounced noh.

and that would have beenconfusing for a boy. so we put three names in a cup. we threw them on the bedand isra picked ismaã¯l. then we repeated the whole thingand she picked ismaã¯l again. it's a lovely name. many peoplethink so. and it's an important name. he's a muslim prophet. it was nicethat she picked the name ismaã¯l twice. it's destiny, we say. it is your pride and joy.your family, that's you. i try to give them everything,especially love and time.

i don't really careif it's a boy or a girl. but it was nice our second child wasa boy, since i already have a daughter. you secretly hopehe'll be a football player too. but it's more important that he enjoyslife and that he's got some support. i had loads of fun at the squareswhen i was young. those memories are priceless. all day long i'd only thinkabout football. the ball, the ball... so carefree. just the fun of it,the fun of the game. fantastic. every brick hides a memory for me.

from the goal posts to the linesto the fences. i think this whole square isa reflection of my life. these squares are partof young people's lives. they should be involved in everythinghaving to do with these squares. my friends from the square back thenare still there for me if i need them. natives and foreigners together,that's the most beautiful thing to see. you're guaranteed to have fun. anytime.