IN CONGO | I was 14 years old in 1986… Eternal DIEGO!

In this year 1986, I turn 14, the age when we look for heroes, to respond to this crying need to be, to assert himself as a future strong, proud and powerful man. Every evening, we go on to play football on a clay track, dressed in rags, sweats and bare feet. With a makeshift ball and for spectators a few dogs, we fill our gaps in dribbling and shooting, for the meeting in June.