I Wanted to Be Good at Football

When he was at school, Erick wanted to be good at football. He thought this could be the ultimate rags to riches American dream story. If I could get promoted from the six boys in the corner of the fields Into the B team. But brain mind, I'm outside of the football system. There's no sponsorship. There'sno coverage. There'sNo scouts. And just literally forget about them. The next day someone else would come up to you and ask you if you can remember all the different facial hairs that they saw in the briefcase. And you have to go. Red sideburns. Very, very bushy white eyebrows. Nasal hair. Lamb chop