I shudder to think what he means by Vitamin D or, lord forbid, Vitamin Z(latan).
But at least we now know how Zlatan recharges his batteries: by sitting barefoot and shirtless, staring up at the sun as he rests his legs on a black, iron gate in some sort of palatial estate, probably on Rue Something in Paris.
Note the likelihood of a photographer snapping photos of Zlatan from another wing of the house. Because you don’t want to be too close to Zlatan when he’s recharging. That makes sense.
Also, I need to hang out with Zlatan.
RT if you agree; don’t ever come back if you disagree.