The last time I answered a question in English was the 15th of July, in a room under the Luzhniki, at about half 11 at night, 40 minutes after a World Cup final.
A man at the back in a coat that had not dried out asked me whether the corner was my call. The moderator had his hand on the microphone and I told him to leave it, and I answered it in English, and Nadia said coach against a wall and meant do not.
I have not stood in front of an English camera since, and every single thing that has happened to me has happened in front of one.
A homecoming in Rabat that took 5 hours to cover 11 kilometres.
A room with a king in it. 40 journalists at arrivals at Heathrow asking me whether I felt guilty. 4 and a half million people watching 8 episodes of a programme about my own life. A trophy at Wembley. A shield hitting me in the mouth in front of 11 million people.
And on Thursday, a man Manchester United have wanted for 2 summers.
