'Lets go from here,I have got to Train' Steven Pienaar snapped to his agent
'I dont even understand why we are here for so long,it was only meant to be giving money to these people in Soweto for some great PR but we have been moping around here for an hour now' said Steven Pieenar in a low harsh voice.
'Look Steven the longer we stay here,the more things the press will print,I understand that you have go to get back for Training but you got to let me do my job which is to make you look good to the press'
'I tell you what,Alan you take a taxi back to the hotel after you have done your JOB' and without a final glance Steven Pienarr got into his Audi and left leaving Alan Walk in a trail of dust.
Alan Walker sighed disdainfully and turned,there was a informal game taking place on on of the fields like they usually did most of the time in Soweto between teenagers.
One player immediately stood out,the young player picked up the ball and with a deceptive burst of speed eased his way past 2 defender's before sending a perfectly weighted pass across the field.Alan now totally focused on the game all but forgot the way Steven Pienaar had treated him just a few moments earlier.
The young player was dictating the game,frequently making fools of the opposition as well as making his team-mates appear far better than they were.
Even when he did'nt have the ball he was good.The runs.The feints and dummies.
After a storming run,the player effortlessly and just off a couple of strides aimed for goal and scored.
Alan sidled up to another middle-aged black guy watching the game and asked him
'Did you teach him to do all that' referring to the player.
'God taught him to do that'
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