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Chapter 1.1
I was Sat There with a Cold Beer in my two bedroom flat in Spain. I was looking out onto the beach. There was a couple of Black lads playing football on the warm sandy beach.
I watched them for 20 minutes and I had seen that this young lad who seemed to be playing in midfielder had great potential. He seemed to be able to pick the ball up in great positions and can pick a killer ball out. He is a bit of a tank aswell and he has a wonder strike.
I locked my flat up and walked down to the beach. I interupted there football by calling them over. I could speak fluent Spanish so they could understand me. "Hi my name is Paul Custus. I just been watching your football from my flat and i think you have great potential. Is there any chance I could have a word with you." I told him I was once a scout at Plymouth Argyle and Manchester United. He looked at me and Said "MANCHESTER UNITED". He also has a great sensce of humour. " Who are Plymouth Argyle". I told him don't worry about that there is bigger things to talk about.
I grabbed a number from him.
"Oh I didn't ask what is your name".
"Oh my name is Pedro Pique Miguel."

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