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      MICHAEL OWEN

      OFF THE RECORD • MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY

      with PAUL HAYWARD

       Dedication

       To my mum and dad, Janette and Terry. My inspiration through childhood, and the reason for where I am today.

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Dedication

       7 Proving a Point: 1998/99

       8 Hamstrings: Fact and Fiction

       9 All the Pretty Horses

       10 Dark Clouds: 1999/2000

       11 Euro 2000 – the Low Countries

       12 The Treble: 2000/01

       13 My Greatest Day

       14 Hat-trick!

       15 Houllier’s Heart: 2001/02

       16 Big in Japan: 2002 World Cup

       17 Back to Hell: 2002 World Cup

       18 Gambling – the Truth

       19 New Life: 2002/03

       20 Gemma

       21 Life and Death

       22 Farewell to Houllier: 2003/04

       23 Euro 2004

       24 Magic of Madrid

       25 Black and White

       Career Record

       Plates

       Index

       Acknowledgements

       Photgraphic Acknowledgements

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       Introduction

      On Friday 13 August, a private plane touched down at the small airport of Hawarden, a ten-minute drive from my home in North Wales. From there I was flown into a military airport in Spain where a car was waiting to take me to a new life – a new world – as a player with Real Madrid. At 24, I waved goodbye to the area I had grown up in, and to the only football club I had known.

      We set off towards Madrid in convoy, pursued by radio and television camera crews, and made our way towards the hospital where I underwent, with some trepidation, a four-hour medical examination. It turned out to be a formality, though a long one. That night we retired to our hotel with some of the club’s directors, members of my family and my agent, Tony Stephens, to enjoy my first meal as an Englishman abroad.

      The following day, my fiancée Louise and my mum and dad joined me in a chauffeur-driven Audi for the short drive to the Bernabeu, where I walked through Gate 54 of the stadium in which so many legends of the game have performed, to formally sign for Real Madrid. I suppose it was a scary moment, but the real significance of that day was that I was stepping out of the comfort zone: challenging myself and moving onto the next phase of my life. And it felt good. It was up to me to show that I belonged.

      On that first visit I didn’t stay long. I hadn’t been there twenty-four hours before I returned home for England’s friendly against Ukraine, in which I scored my twenty-seventh international goal. After twenty-four years of living in the same area of North Wales – and thirteen with Liverpool Football Club, where I had grown from a child into a man – I had the overwhelming sense of moving into another stage of my footballing career as well as my life with Louise and our daughter Gemma. The truth is that I felt proud of myself for taking that step.

      There were people who were saying, ‘Yeah, but will Michael Owen get in the team?’ I regarded that as a direct challenge to me as a professional and as a man. I was heading off to play with many of the world’s best players, disappointed, I have to say, by some of the negative things that were said about me leaving Liverpool. I had given many years of loyal service at Anfield, and told the Spanish media at my unveiling that Liverpool ‘would always be in my heart.’

      I was trying to better myself. In our game, too many people stay in their own little cocoon and don’t want to mix with other players or in new environments. I had broken out of that – and I was going to have to push myself to learn a new language, understand a different culture, make new friends, and adapt to a new style of football. I was ready for all of that.

      But first came the introductions. In front of more than fifty journalists, I said I was relishing the thought of joining Ronaldo, Morientes and Raul – the club’s other main strikers

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