I'm twenty years old and I've been playing football for as long as I can remember. I grew up in Sao Paulo, Brazil with my mom, dad and twin sister Ruro. When I was ten years old my father was murdered right in front of me. Ever since then I've made it my number one goal to provide for my mom and sister. It has always been my dream to be a pro footballer for Brazil. When I played football in the streets I always wanted to play keeper but the chubby kids always got that position, so I grew up playing striker. In my first year of high school I tried out for keeper and my coach said I had pure talent. Ever since then keeper has been my position. After I finished high school I was contacted by an Atletico Nacional scout. I played for Atletico for two years and now I'm here on a plane to Manchester.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to Manchester Airport where the local time is 16:30. The outside temperature is 25 degrees Celsius. For your comfort and safety please remain with your seatbelt fastened until the aircraft comes to a complete stop and the seatbelt sign has been switched off. Should you wish to use your mobile phones, it is now safe to do so." The flight attendant said as I started to gather my things and text my mom and my sister. After a fifteen minute wait. I stood up and stepped out of my seat. The whole plane ride I sat by a pretty Brazilian women who I could tell had a crush on me and before I exited the plane she stopped me and asked me if I could help her get her bags from the overhead. I quickly did so and made my way out of the plane with her following me.
"Do you think I could get your number." She said as she brushed her hair out of her face. She really wasn't my type but being the gullible person I was I accepted. After we exchanged numbers I heard someone calling my name. I turned to see a man with a sign that had my name. After I accepted the transfer offer they set me up with a plane ticket and told me that there would be someone at the gate to meet me. I walked over to the man and he greeted me. We then walked to baggage claim to receive my bags. Instead of letting me get them the man grabbed them off the belt and led me to the a car. The second I looked at the rode I got an immediate headache, everything was backwards. After being lost in my thoughts the man tapped my shoulder and asked me to get in the car. After a twenty minute drive my door was opened and I was ambushed by press. Two big bury guys ushered me through the crowd and into Etihad Stadium, my home for the next five years. After we entered the stadium I was taken to an expensive looking office where I signed my contract and received my Manchester City scarf. I was giving a tour of the stadium and at the end of the tour I was shown the locker room. In all my life I had never seen anything more majestic. I had my own little cubby that had "Sousa" written at the top. I sat down to take in the moment. At twenty years old I was playing in one of the biggest leagues in the world and I couldn't believe it.
"Hey kid do you want me to take you home or are you going to sleep here?" The man asked. I quickly picked up my bag and followed the man back to the car so he could take me to my flat. I received the keys from the landlord and headed to my apartment. I unlocked the door and plopped down in bed, dreading the next day.
His flat and bedroom:
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