As a kid he trained with Kakà and seemed predestined. But his career never took off: “I didn’t get rich, now I keep fit in Reggio Emilia and wait for a call”
He played with oranges, with balls, with coins. At 14, Hachim Mastour was a market derby (Milan beat Inter with a rich investment) and at 16, the most promising young player in Italian football: hyper-technical, talented, creative, the attacking midfielder of the future. Milan made him train with the first team, El Shaarawy was his twin and sponsors lined up for him. Fast forward. At 26, Mastour is without a team and his last one was Union Touarga, in Morocco. It’s a failed project, a meteor, some think “he earned too much too soon” but he makes it clear that he never got rich. On the contrary. Certainly, he has a characteristic of his own: he is the boy ruined by social media, which pushed him high and from there he was launched without a parachute. In 2025, there is something new: Mastour feels reborn and is ready to start again. He just needs one chance.