In this excerpt, the 26-year-old talks about his former team mate, Cristiano Ronaldo. Rooney doesn’t mince words, as he tells us that the Portuguese is as vain as anything.
Excerpt:
There’s a mirror by Ronaldo’s seat in the Old Trafford dressing room.
In the time I’ve been playing with Ronnie, the one thing I’ve noticed about him is that he can’t walk past his reflection without admiring it, even if we’re about to play a game of football.
Every match, before the team goes out for the warm-up, he runs through the same routine. The kit goes on, the boots go on. Not long after, Ronnie turns to his reflection and stares, psyching himself up for the game.
If there’s one person with a -bigger self-belief than Ronaldo, I haven’t met him yet. He’s not shy.
He loves his clothes, and the clobber he wears is super expensive and covered in shiny logos – Dolce & Gabbana, Armani, you name it. He’s swaggered into training, looking immaculate from head to foot. He must spend a fortune on his wardrobe, but Ronaldo’s biggest love is football.
He tells us he wants to be the best player in the world, that he’s desperate to be the greatest.
Ronnie’s ambition isn’t just talk either. In the changing rooms before the 2006/07 season I notice something -different
about him.
He’s bigger. He’s come back from the World Cup in Germany muscly and beefed up, like he’s been on the weights all summer.
On the pitch in pre-season, he’s started cutting out the fancy tricks and flicks, and finding an end product to his mazy runs.
I know one thing: this change in Ronaldo hasn’t come about by luck. He works bloody hard.
When I watch him train or see him scoring great goals for fun in pre-season friendlies, I think he really could become the best player in the world.
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