There was a moment when Jeremy Menez truly seemed predestined. In 2007, when he was at Monaco, he had already scored 14 goals, at the age of twenty, with the feeling of having a future as a champion. Raised in Sochaux and moved to the Principality, he soon after ended up in Serie A, at Roma, alternating craque matches with others in which he was colorless.
A bit like throughout his career. Because if it is true that the physique is almost perfect, that the technique is enviable, there is always another side of the Moon, perhaps a dark one. For him it was the lack of desire to train, experiencing football in a less visceral way and more as fun. He didn’t want to be the strongest of all and now he doesn’t even look at him anymore.
From Roma, then to Milan, where he scored extraordinary goals – even back-heels – but then got lost a bit in key moments. He played in Türkiye, Mexico and in Paris’ second team, Paris FC. Four years ago he went to Reggina, in Serie B, at thirty-three years old. First, however, he also allowed himself to go to the Sheiks’ Paris Saint Germain, winning two championships, a Super Cup and a League Cup. Jeremy Menez turns 37 today.