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<p>It&#8217;s Friday!  To start your weekend off right, and put you in a good mood before the Sporting game, here are some anecdotes from former Real Madrid player Steve McManaman (Macca)&#8217;s autobiography, <strong><em>El Macca</em></strong> &#8211; I found my copy recently while spring cleaning.  I loved it when I read it the first time, because it gave you a glimpse inside Real Madrid during the years (1999-2003) that Macca played for Madrid.</p>
<p>So I&#8217;ll be giving you excerpts on Fridays until I run out of material, and I hope you enjoy these flashbacks!</p>
<p>&#8211; &#8220;[original] <strong>Ronaldo</strong> chants words from American rap songs he has made Macca painstakingly transcribe for him on a piece of paper&#8230; [Ronaldo says] &#8220;I was studying English so I would ask him to translate the lyrics of the rap songs I like.  He would write down the words for me, line by line, on many of our journeys to matches.&#8221;&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8211; &#8220;<strong>Roberto Carlos</strong> was&#8230; loud in manner and in his lairy Versace clothes.  His style was great: whatever you&#8217;d think is naff, he&#8217;d think incredibly cool.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8211; [<strong>Redondo</strong>] &#8220;had the neatest hair cut in the world&#8230; He&#8217;d come into work absolutely immaculate.  He&#8217;d have the jewelry on, cream everything, the short hair with that precise parting.  He looked like he&#8217;d walked out of a fashion show.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8211; &#8220;But <em>el niño, </em>the kid [<strong>Iker Casillas</strong>], was not fazed.  He never was.  At the age of sixteen, and a member of the Real B team, he had been eating a sandwich during a school break when a member of Real&#8217;s technical staff appeared and asked him to pack his bags: he could be playing in a Champions League game in Norway in forty-eight hours.  &#8216;Oh sure,&#8217; was his response.  &#8216;Must finish eating first.&#8217;  The official convinced him he was not joking.&#8221;</p>
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