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Born in 1998 in London to an Iranian father and a French mother, Annahita Zamanian Bakhtiari moved to Sweden with her family when she was four years old. Her older brother was a footballer and Annahita started playing football very early on. At the age of just six she joined her first club, and when she grew older she wore the shirt of the prestigious Gothenburg team, which every footballing Swede aspires to join.

Zamanian made her debut on the pitch in the Swedish Women’s League in April 2016, when she was just 18 years old, against Örebro. She played three seasons for Gothenburg, appearing 34 times and scoring two goals. During this time she turned down offers to play for Sweden's national youth teams.

After playing for Gothenburg Zamanian decided to take on a bigger challenge. The Swedish league was too small for her. She went to France and now wore a Paris Saint-Germain shirt instead. Her presence in Paris was not very successful: she played in the Champions League five times but only got the opportunity to play as a substitute only seven times.

This prompted her to think about a transfer. Juventus boss Maria Rita Guarino decided to sign her during the winter transfer window. The player was introduced to fans as the club’s first purchase in 2020, and she scored her first goal soon afterward. "I was really excited when I joined Juventus," she says. "I was also motivated to prove myself, which fortunately happened."


Zamanian Bakhtiari can speak four languages: English, French, Persian and Swedish. Speaking of Iran, she says: "I have never been to Iran. My father is very interested in Iran. I was born in England and grew up in Sweden."

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