There was a moment when his intervention was decisive for making me the person I am today. When I was in my first year of juveniles, Caparrós began calling me up to train with the first team. It was a critical moment. I either had to leave school or change to night classes, as the training sessions were in the morning. I was lost. I took my exams without studying. The director of the school told my parents that my attendance was poor, although that was justified by the practices. I had to make a decision. I remember that my father sat me down. He had realized that I was taking football seriously. My brother René was very good, and had even played for third division teams, but he didn’t take it seriously because he had other interests, and football was only a hobby for him.