The Swedish soon became a star, he arrived at Inter but he soon lost himself because of the alcohol, taking his life away from just 45 years old
Lennart Skoglund was not a footballer, but a dream. With the ball glued to the left foot he was capable of any feat: a sudden dribbling, a fulminating assist, a shot of rare precision, a launch that widened the door to a partner and then he ran to embrace him as you do when playing on the street with friends. The problem of dreams is that, before or after, they end up: the dawn comes and there is life to face. And Lennart, however, never wanted to wake up: he remained forever in that world of fantasy of which he himself was the protagonist, a prisoner of a character who knew how to live only outside of reality.