Every team has it groups. The nerds, the party animals, the saints, the bros and the outsider. Often the new guy was the outsider, in this occasion, there was too many new faces for all of us to be the outsiders, so the role went to me.

Normally I would have been the center of the dressing room, the center of the team, I was the biggest star, I was the highest paid and to the outside world, I WAS the center of the team. But for everyone inside the club, I was nothing special, just a little boy with a way to big ego and too much money for my own good. In Manchester that had never been a problem, I’ve been there from I was 18 to 24; they knew me and they loved me unconditional of my actions. In Madrid, that was Sergio Ramos, no matter how much trouble he made, he was the one they loved unconditional. Me, Cristiano Ronaldo, I could go to where ever and take my ego with me, they wouldn’t mind. Or the players wouldn’t I’m pretty sure that the Club’s board if their new golden boy they’ve spent nearly 1 billion to get just went off, would go crazy. Maybe the audience at Bernabeu would be sad that their new star didn’t sparkle, but I didn’t care, because this was Real Madrid, and everything had to be perfect. So I just accepted my new role and learned to live with it.

After some time it became boring. I was always alone; I never had anyone to go with. If I went to the city with my teammates, then it was because of the coach and his orders. So normally I just found a stupid apology for not going. If I went, it was with my cousin, but when we went, oh how we ruled the dance floor and laid the city down. Of course the newspapers never got to know how I felt in the new team, and they never had to, because I found an apology, or she was in the beginning.