I was the kid no one saw coming—just a reserve player with calloused hands and a dream too big for his own good. In 1963, I scored three goals in one game, turning a midnight bus ride into legend. This isn’t about luck. It’s about what happens when you refuse to quit, even when the system tries to bury you. I didn’t have a contract—I had grit. And that night, the pitch didn’t care who I was… until I made it matter.