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It was no easy task convincing Hilda to let her youngest son go. She was adamant that he stay and finish school. Maurizio on the other hand was patient and willing. He had dealt with her type before; the parent who saw how valuable their child’s skills were but didn’t one to let him go just for anything. They needed to be convinced of just how much said child’s talents could change the fortunes of the family. With the right tutelage, Andres could hone his skills and in little to no time start making millions. Everyone would benefit, surely Hilda could see it Maurizio’s way, he told her.

His schooling would not be jeopardized as Espanyol had one of the best youth soccer systems in the world. Tutors made sure the young men were being taught the lessons they needed to learn in school. The biggest difference Andres would have with his high school counterparts was that he would be getting paid whilst studying.

It was a tough decision for Hilda. She wanted the best for Andres but she also didn’t want to let go of her youngest son. Unlike his senior brother Vincente, Andres was quite naive. He wanted to get along with everyone, sometimes a bit too trusting. She wondered how he would adapt to leaving away from home and if he could survive on his own.

Andres on the other hand was thrilled with the opportunity. His dream was about to be realized. Contrary to what his mother thought, he wanted to get away from home. He needed to! There was a world out there that he didn’t know much about, it was calling to him and he was willing to oblige.

He pleaded with his mother to let him go. He would be alright, after all he was going to do something he loved. Besides it wasn’t as if he was leaving the country, she would still be seeing him often, it just required some effort.

After much deliberating and pleading, she finally caved in amidst tears and allowed her son to sign the form Maurizio had promptly pulled out from his pocket.

To Andres, it was the best day of his young life. In a matter of days he would be leaving his sleepy town and moving to Barcelona. It felt so surreal to him, like he was moving to another world. He had heard good things about Barcelona, about the city, its people and yes the lovely women. Even at that age, his interest in women had started to grow and was eager to see what the big city had to offer in terms of that.

Maurizio had left the very day he got him to sign but he had promised he would send travel documents for him shortly. It had arrived a few days later and Andres couldn’t stop poring over it. This was his ticket to stardom, he could sense it. He was going to miss his family but he knew he was responsible for changing their lives. God had blessed him with a gift, it was only right he gave back to his loved ones.

He was nervous as he boarded that plane flight. It was his first time on a plane and it felt so alien to him. His life was about to change completely, he wondered just how drastic it would be.

As the plane taxied off the runaway and started to soar into the skies. He peered once more, at the town below, where he had spent 16 years of his life. He wondered when next he would be back and if he would get the type of attention Tito had received. He smiled to himself, letting the thought sink in. He was prepared for whatever was coming, he was ready to win.

And so his legend was born, although it took a while to grow and spread across the region. Andres realized something that fateful day, he had discovered his calling and there was nothing that could dissuade him from achieving it.

He started getting more invites to play and never failed to deliver. He made more friends and became quite popular amongst his peers. He went from being bullied to being sought after all because of how well he played on the field. It wasn’t long before he was asked to join the school team. He was one of their youngest players, but you couldn’t tell on the field of play.

He was a natural and it showed whenever he had the ball. He scored with ease and played like a pro. Soon scouts from soccer clubs started to come watch his games after hearing about his scoring prowess. The offers started coming in, most from clubs trying to sign him to their youth teams. His mother refused, adamant that he was going to finish high school before making such a decision.

Hilda had seen what a lack of a proper education had done to her and was determined that her kids would not be reliant on others to survive. She was also smart enough to know that Andres could change the fortunes of the family with his talent. The boy was special and it showed whenever he was playing ball. It was almost as if there were two different people residing in him.

Off the field he remained shy, though his popularity had sky rocketed. He still felt uncomfortable with the attention and tried to shy away from it as much as he could. On the field, he was opposite. He played confidently, always rising to the challenge. You knew what to expect when Andres was on the field of play, his scoring prowess could never be under estimated.

Hilda probably wouldn’t have budged on her ‘wait till you graduate’ stance if she hadn’t met Maurizio. That meeting would change the lives of all the parties involved and set Andres firmly on the path of soccer super stardom.

Maurizio was the technical director for Spanish side Espanyol. In his heyday, he was widely regarded as one of the best midfielders in the world not just in Spain. He had been quite successful both as a player and as a coach. After retiring from coaching, he was persuaded to stay on in some capacity at the club. At first he declined, citing being burned out from spending so much time on the game. He took a lengthy hiatus from football to recharge his batteries.

Now he was back, his passion for the game renewed, his hunger for success needing to be satiated again. This time around he had no interest in coaching, intending to deal with the executive side of the game solely. Putting together successful teams was more compelling to him than coaching said teams. He had heard of a young Spaniard who had shown glimpses of being the next Tito. He was still only in high school but the talent was undeniable.

Maurizio set out to see this player for himself, curious as to whether the rumors were true or not. If this kid was anything like Tito, it would be imperative he signed him before the Barcelonas and the Real Madrids of the league got word about him.

European soccer had turned into an arms race with the best teams jockeying for the best talent. For some teams, acquiring players for exorbitant prices was easy for them. Backed by rich owners, assembling star squads was a priority, but for most teams, the game had to be played on a more prudent level. Discovering young talent was important, grooming them into world class players was an added benefit because said players could be sold for rich fees to improve the teams’ fortunes.

Espanyol had stayed relevant besides being in the shadow of their cross town neighbors Barcelona, who had no qualms about spending money to keep quality players on the team. They did so by scouting budding talent not only in Spain but around Europe. Hopping on their trails early, making sure they were in their ears before anyone else.

Whenever a young player was proving difficult to recruit, they would send in Maurizio who many in the organization regarded as the man with the golden voice. He had swayed many a redundant player or family member to his side, having astonishing success within the last few years to get prodigies to commit to his team.

So when he showed up at Andres’ high school game to watch him play, the top brass in Espanyol were convinced that by the end of the night they would have his ink on a contract form.

His brother looked at him quizzically. Wondering what he was up to.

“Where did you see him?”

“He was at Alberto’s. There was a large crowd there to see him.”

Vincente nodded, turned around abruptly and tried to slam the door in his brother’s face.

Andres was having none of it, he clung on to the door handle, not budging till he got the answers he wanted.

“Come on Vincente, please tell me who he is and what he does?”

“Why? Why does it matter to you so much?”

“I just want to know. I have never seen him before.”

Vincente sensing that his brother was not going to leave, shrugged and answered his question. “He plays football. He is a striker for Atletico. He’s one of the best players in the country.”

It was as if the fog had been lifted off his eyes…there and then he had his moment of clarity. Andres who up to that point cared nothing for sports had just discovered what was going to make him popular and transform his life. To him his reasons for playing football were simple. He no longer wanted to be known as the wimp. He was tired of being bullied and victimized. Football would bring him the adulation he sought, it would make people see him in a new light.

So he dedicated himself to learning the game. He watched every match that was on TV and began to practice on his skills. At first it was tough since he knew little about it. His coordination was bad, and he lacked the skills to do much.

Yet he was determined to triumph. Even his older brother was surprised at how much his football knowledge had grown in such little time. With every passing day, his skills and over all understanding of the game improved. So did his confidence which seemed to grow parallel to how well he was playing.

The kid who was once shy to associate with his peers, started asking to be included in the after school football teams. Of course it was met with resistance at first. None of the kids wanted a skinny frail ‘wimp’ on their team. Even on the field of play he was still being tormented. No one picked him, despite there being worse players than him. If Andres was disappointed by all this, he never showed it. He would take his ball and go workout on his own. Creating fictional opponents, honing his skills by himself.

His passion for football had grown incredibly. He told anyone willing to listen that he was going to be just as good as his idol Tito. One day, the kids had gathered together to play an impromptu game of football. Players were picked as usual, Andres was ignored, but this time around one of the teams was one man short and they needed a player to complete the team. Begrudgingly they selected Andres, who tried to play off his excitement by acting nonchalant about the selection.

He was quickly going to learn that just getting picked didn’t guarantee he would actually play. The kids on his team were familiar with each other and froze him out of getting the ball. Unfortunately for them, the opposing team had some really skillful players and quickly scored two goals to put them up.

Andres was fuming with rage at his lack of touches. He knew his teammates were being unfair and was going to have to take matters into his own hands.

On the very next play, he waited for the opposing team to make their move and then intercepted the ball from them.

He was off!

Cutting through defenders, sprinting down the field like his hair was on fire. With only the keeper to beat, he calmly placed the ball into the far corner of the post, scoring the team’s first goal.

Begrudgingly his teammates came over to congratulate him. From their reaction to his goal, it was clear they weren’t too excited by the manner he scored. Instead of passing to him again, they continued to freeze him, frustrating him even more.

The game remained tight, the opposing team still had the one goal lead. Sensing that he wouldn’t touch the ball unless he took matters into his own hands, Andres picked off an errant pass and ran down the field with the ball.

He was so quick that he outran most players on the field. He was left with one defender to beat and then the goalie. An image flashed in his mind briefly, he recalled watching Tito faced with a similar dilemma, but he also remembered how he had dispatched the defender to score. He was going to pull off the same move, hopefully with similar success.

The defender charged forward, Andres juked then faked like he was going to the right, but it was enough to commit the defender into biting. With a quick change of pace, he switched left and was off again, putting some serious space between the defender and bearing down on the goalie.

This time around the goalie wasn’t going to wait in his post for Andres to score an easy one, he came rushing out trying to psyche Andres out. Sadly for the keeper, Andres had seen this scene many a time on TV and was well prepared. He waited for the keeper to lunge at his feet and then niftily pushed the ball away from him, skipping over his outstretched arms and calmly knocking the ball into the post.

This time around, Andres picked up the ball and pointed to his impressed teammates.

“You better start learning how to pass to me.”

Andres had a tough childhood. He was a frail kid that was constantly picked on by school yard bullies. His confidence was severely battered, a shy kid that preferred his own company to that of others.

He hated school, not because of the classes, but rather the taunts and the beatings he would receive on a daily basis. His siblings never had the same problem, in fact both were quite popular and it sickened him every time he was compared to them, as if he were some kind of stain to their reputation.

There were numerous times he wished his father was around. Maybe he would have taught him how to handle the bullies, maybe the bullies would have backed off if they knew who his father was. Without such a presence, life was a nightmare for him or at least he thought it was at that present age.

It wasn’t until the age of 13 that things began to change and it was a chance encounter that did it for him.

He was returning home that fateful day, moping after a particularly tough incident at school when he noticed Alberto’s cafe was abuzz with excitement. People were packed all over the side walk, chattering loudly. Apparently something was going on inside. This was a rarity in that part of the world. Excitement was an anomaly, most people kept to themselves and the town kept its sleepy demeanor all year round.

Andres was curious as to what might be happening. He moved closer, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was going on. Thanks to his wiry frame he was able to maneuver himself to the front of the line.

Seated in the corner of the shop, talking to Alberto was a blonde haired man in his late twenties. He was dressed in a casual attire but one could tell he was rich. People stared at him as if he was emitting some weird aura.

“That’s Tito.” A plump lady said to her friend. They giggled nervously as they watched him dig into the meal Alberto had personally delivered to him.

He looked up at the crowd and smiled, driving a few of the younger ladies present into hysterics. This was all so fascinating to Andres. Here was a guy who was just trying to have a meal, yet even that most mundane of acts seemed to warrant so much attention.

Who was this man? What does he do and why were people so interested in him?

Those questions kept replaying in Andres’ mind like a never ending loop. His curiosity had been piqued and he needed to know more. This would turn out to be a life changing moment. For a kid who was pretty much ignored by all his peers, this was quite fascinating. He never fathomed that there were people out there that got this much attention. He wondered if one day he could be showered with such adulation.

As he slunk away from the crowd, headed for home, he was determined to find out who ‘Tito’ was. He had to know more…that man had stirred up something in him and he would not stop still he satiated that desire .

Excitedly he ran home, eager to find out who he had just seen at Alberto’s. If anyone would know, it was probably his elder brother who seemed to know everything that was going on in town, even the things he shouldn’t.

Barging into the house, Andres ran straight to his brother’s room, knocking on the door loudly.

“Vincente! Vincente!” he yelled excitedly, banging on the door with all his strength, yet no response from within. He knew his brother was in the room, he could hear the sound of music. Sometimes Vincente didn’t like to be bothered, he claimed he was working on something ‘big’ and shouldn’t be disturbed.

Usually Andres would have complied with his wishes but today he was willing to test Vincente’s wrath to get the answer he needed. He continued to knock on the door, groping and turning the knob as if he could get it open after a few tries.

Finally after what felt like an eternity to Andres, the clasp on the other side was taken off and the door was pulled back. A fuming, red-eyed Vincente stood in the doorway, towering over his brother, looking like he was about to pounce on him.

“Andres, what the fuck man? Why have you been trying to break down my door? Give me one good reason why I don’t knock your teeth out right now?”

By now, Andres would probably have been cowering in fear trying not to rile up his brother even further, but something had caught his eye, a poster he had not payed attention to in the past, yet seemed so poignant at the moment.

Atop Vincente’s bed was the man he had seen at Alberto’s, dressed in football gear, a ball beneath his feet. He looked so majestic, staring off into space, commanding the attention of all around him.

“That’s the man I saw at Alberto’s…who is he?” said Andres as he pointed at the poster.