I’d had a very good season (1986–1987), and again, a new coach decided not to play me. In the preseason, I hardly played, and in the first match, I was not even on the roster. This time, however, I had matured. Instead of sulking and reacting like a child, I decided to make a greater effort. I showed my ability. I trained doubly hard. In the afternoons, I ran in the Retiro [a park in Madrid]. A few games later, I was playing again, first string, having demonstrated my worth.
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