This is the story of how I became a soccer scout in Malaysia

Thursday, March 19. 2009

Actually the topic is kind of crap, since I don't have a clue how gossip moved through Malaysia and transformed me into a football scout. But it probably all started with one kid, which called me in the middle of the night in the summer last year. I had trouble understanding his English, and agreed to talk back at a more reasonable time. A second call followed two days later in the early evening, but somehow our English didn't match that well, and all I could get was, that this kid seeked my help in some way. My natural response was to tell him to lay out his problems in a way I could understand his problems. Said and done - two weeks later I got mail, he layed out, that he was a very talented boy and seeked a chance to play football in Europe. I didn't have a clue how to react. Send him the addresses of local team? Ask him for more info? How did he think I in the world could help?
So at first I didn't react at all - I then got SMS of whether I was angry with him - I replied no, but that I didn't have a clue of how I could help him. But guess at this point I was not able to make clear, that I was no soccer scout - how could I make that clear without even knowing that I was supposed to be one. It took a few more weeks for me to realize my role, then I got frequent calls in the middle of the night, from people requesting me to scout them. At this point I stopped reacting to callers without proper caller-id, and set my phone to silent mode for those.

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