Chapter 1:
Hi, my name is Miguel Ramos. I was born in Barcelona, Spain on December 8, 1999. This is my journey from poor kid in Barcelona to one of the greatest footballers in Spanish history. Let's get started..
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My father always told me I was made to play football. He said when I was a baby, he would always hand me a ball to see what I would do with it and I would always throw it on the ground and kit it around. A few years later at the age of 5, he introduced me to competitive football. Up until that point, I would always play with him in the house. If you could really call it a house. It was more like a room... But anyway, I remember like it was yesterday. He took me outside to this huge dirt pitch and told me to jump into the already started match. I loved it. I loved the wind blowing in my hair as I flew down the pitch, I loved dancing around defenders, but most importantly I loved scoring goals. I played everyday until that day..
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Every time my friends and I played on the dirt pitch, a group of men wearing blue jumpsuits would watch us. Every time I did a fancy move my father taught me, the men would write something down on their clipboards. I didn't think anything of them until that day. I came home that day exhausted from a long day of football. All I wanted was to sit in my chair and cool off. But there was one problem, a short man in one of those blue jumpsuits was sitting in my seat. I looked over at my parents and saw a huge smile on each of their faces. They told me "Come sit down Miguel, we have some great news." My mother went on to say "You are a very talented young kid and this man noticed that abou..." The short man cuts her off "Hi young man, I am Diego Santos Junior. I am the chief youth scout at F.C. Barcelona. We have been watching you play out there for the past few months and really like what we've seen out of you. We want you to come join us at Barcelona and play for us. One day you will be like Spanish legends Xavi and Iniesta. What do you have to say about that?" My dreams had finally come true, I could play football for a living. I didn't care about making money or leaving my family. I just wanted to play football.
Hi, my name is Miguel Ramos. I was born in Barcelona, Spain on December 8, 1999. This is my journey from poor kid in Barcelona to one of the greatest footballers in Spanish history. Let's get started..
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My father always told me I was made to play football. He said when I was a baby, he would always hand me a ball to see what I would do with it and I would always throw it on the ground and kit it around. A few years later at the age of 5, he introduced me to competitive football. Up until that point, I would always play with him in the house. If you could really call it a house. It was more like a room... But anyway, I remember like it was yesterday. He took me outside to this huge dirt pitch and told me to jump into the already started match. I loved it. I loved the wind blowing in my hair as I flew down the pitch, I loved dancing around defenders, but most importantly I loved scoring goals. I played everyday until that day..
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Every time my friends and I played on the dirt pitch, a group of men wearing blue jumpsuits would watch us. Every time I did a fancy move my father taught me, the men would write something down on their clipboards. I didn't think anything of them until that day. I came home that day exhausted from a long day of football. All I wanted was to sit in my chair and cool off. But there was one problem, a short man in one of those blue jumpsuits was sitting in my seat. I looked over at my parents and saw a huge smile on each of their faces. They told me "Come sit down Miguel, we have some great news." My mother went on to say "You are a very talented young kid and this man noticed that abou..." The short man cuts her off "Hi young man, I am Diego Santos Junior. I am the chief youth scout at F.C. Barcelona. We have been watching you play out there for the past few months and really like what we've seen out of you. We want you to come join us at Barcelona and play for us. One day you will be like Spanish legends Xavi and Iniesta. What do you have to say about that?" My dreams had finally come true, I could play football for a living. I didn't care about making money or leaving my family. I just wanted to play football.
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