Even before his physique, Luka’s strength lies in his desire to continue winning with Milan. And the combination works great
like a singer who takes care of his voice. A painter securing his hands. So Modric, a football artist, took care of his physique. In the face of those who have perhaps burned a career, chasing a life that seemed to slip out of their hands. Not him, because he understood – when he was still a boy, with a physique capable of withstanding even excesses – that his destiny, ultimately his company, was all there: in the ability to be a professional. Always. Facing – as his teammates say, the witnesses of his very long journey – each training session with the same intensity, or rather more, than the previous one. To defend himself from the only adversary, satisfaction, which could have taken away his inspiration; emptying him, exhausting him, thus suggesting a melancholy endgame.
