Many smiled at me
Marko had more of the “I don’t give a damn” mentality, which I sometimes missed. I watched him for the first time when I was 17 at Twente Enschede, when he played the opponents dizzily in the Champions League qualifier and the Dutch fans went wild with enthusiasm at his dribbling. I remember our first phone call as if it were yesterday: After an injury break, I wanted to bring him to the U21 team. For Marko, who had already played a few games for the senior team at the time, let’s say a difficult thought.
