or so it seemed a while back when a mysterious envelope turned up on my front step apparently for me. I eventually opened it up to find that some agent 3 hours away thought Alphonso lived here! (One look at me would have revealed the not-so-likelihood.)
Anyway he was suggesting that he would be the best agent to represent the up and coming phenom who was being courted by Europe at the time. The edgy letter also contained flattery and promises.
Then there was a second note which led to me emailing the agent to cease and desist with this craziness. He apologized sheepishly and eventually Alphonso was signed (by someone else I suspect) and went to play in Europe.
Now, of course, he is also a Canadian soccer star from Edmonton, internationally known and worshipped. I have appreciated seeing and hearing my surname all over the media after the Panama defeat thanks to Alphonso, but I’m sticking to my story above.
No, he is not my son. Though we came real close one time, much closer than most people.