Sandro: 7 Reasons Why You Should Love Tottenham's Charismatic Brazilian
Sandro’s charming joviality and penchant for high jinks has seen him develop into a firm fan favourite among the Spurs faithful.
With Tottenham experiencing a dip in form of late, the Brazilian’s character is more invaluable than ever—not only on the pitch, but also off it, with his boundless energy and benevolent nature a key factor in maintaining the team’s camaraderie.
Lest we forget, he’s also a fantastic footballer, playing with the same heart and endeavour that informs his everyday existence.
So, The Beast is back, and here’s seven reasons why you should be elated at the news.
He's Musically Talented
As this and the embedded video illustrate, Sandro is far more musically gifted than most.
His on-field persona may be that of a combative, unyielding enforcer, but he’s clearly just a sentimental soul at heart—not that it’s a bad thing!
(On a tangent, it’s uplifting to see the togetherness of the Brazilian squad here; you can’t help but envision an equivalent with the English cohort, and what an unmitigated embarrassment that would be.)
He's Hard as Nails
Sandro justifies his moniker (The Beast) and then some.
He may not boast a hulking, imposing figure, but that doesn’t mean he’s not one of the strongest players in the Premier League—just ask Romelu Lukaku, who was outmuscled by Sandro on more than one occasion during Tottenham’s recent trip to Goodison Park.
He's Ridiculously Photogenic
Sandro’s Instagram is chock-full of visual gems such as this.
Not many people can pull off the riding-through-the-undergrowth-on-horseback look, but Sandro does so with aplomb.
Whether taking a personal snap or participating in a promotional shoot, he can’t help but affect a (usually comical) pose and invariably looks the part.
He Never Feigns Injury
Sandro is too proud a man to consider simulating pain (or even show it).
While many professional footballers wilfully demand medical attention after the slightest of knocks, here the Brazilian brushes off a full-blooded strike to the face as if it’s a mild inconvenience to his day.
If more players exhibited the honesty that Sandro possesses, then the game would be richer for it.
He's a Naturally Funny and Entertaining Man
Sandro revels in uplifting his teammates’ spirits by invoking an effortless comedic flair.
He’s the sort of character who flourishes as the centre of attention, yet never comes across as indulgent or arrogant, such are his altruistic tendencies.
If Tottenham ever elected to dispense of his services, there would definitely be a jester-shaped void left in the dressing room.
He Can Dance
Brazilians it seems have an innate rhythm, and Sandro is no exception—as evidenced by the video.
It's a real shame that he's such an infrequent scorer, for this writer would love to see the choreography employed by these compatriots should they both feature in a match-winning goal—could Sunday's game against Manchester United be the day?
He's Quite the Raconteur
Sandro's natural charisma lends itself to some brilliant anecdotes, with this humorous tale of particular note, per The Guardian:
I'd watched how Tottenham had qualified for Europe, so I travelled to England looking forward to playing in the Premier League but also in the Champions League, the best competition in the world. But, when I got to London, the manager told me he hadn't put my name down in his European squad. I accepted it, but it was like a cold shower after everything that had happened: the Copa Libertadores, Brazil, the move to England. I was really disappointed, I'll confess, but I had to accept it.
He told me I could still accompany the team on away trips in Europe to get to know everybody. But, ahead of the first game at Werder Bremen, the fitness trainer told me the day before the team was flying that I had to stay and work on my conditioning. My English was not good and I was confused because the manager had said I could go to watch the team. So I checked, with Heurelho Gomes and then my interpreter, and they came back with different answers. Something had got lost in translation. So I turned up at Stansted airport bright and early the next day and the man checking us in went down the list, saying: "What is your name again? Sandro? Sandro ... no, you're not down." They had to leave me behind. It was so embarrassing.
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