,,I remember well that we were on the bus. It was one of the last buses to leave the country. A journey fraught with danger, enemies were everywhere. We were checked every time. Men with guns walked down the aisle, people were crying all around me. I was seven, so you don’t know what’s going on.”
Haris Medunjanin has become wise through trial and error: ‘Now I know you shouldn’t argue with Van Gaal’ | Dutch football
