Ouch. This is not just Patrice Evra’s autobiography—it is his release of all the contained trauma. The first revelation stings the hardest: the childhood sexual abuse he carried in silence for decades. Fear, shame, guilt—no words, only shadows. And you can feel how trauma shapes the man, even as he hides it behind laughter, dancing, and that famous charisma.
Then the body. Small, fragile, unconvincing. Too light, too short, too weak—at least that’s what the academies told him. Imagine being told you are not enough, over and over. Doors closed, futures denied. Until Italy, of all places, opened one. From there, Nice, Monaco, and finally Manchester United. A journey carved not by destiny but by stubborn refusal to accept rejection.
But football is never only football. World Cup 2010. The implosion. Anelka sent home, the squad fractured, France humiliated. Evra at the heart of it all, both captain and villain, both victim and symbol of a country’s disappointment. One tournament becomes a scar that no medal, no trophy can ever erase.
This book is about glory, yes, but it is also about wounds that never fully close. Abuse, rejection, scandal—all stitched into the fabric of his life. And yet, Evra insists: I love this game. Love, even after the game gave him pain, humiliation, and betrayal. That humorous character is not superficiality—it is survival, it is hope (his coping mechanism?)
A recommended book. It is not just about a footballer. It is about a boy broken, a man rebuilt, and the price of carrying both on the same shoulders.
P.S. The first 30-40 minutes of the audiobook and the last 20-25 minutes of it is narrated by Evra himself.