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The reason I have and still continue to attend each court date, is to not only witness for myself the audaciousness of key figures like Mr. Warner, Mr. Camps and Mr. Groden but also in hope that Judge Rampersad puts an end to this fiasco.
Arghhh another early rise; it’s the only way possible to beat the Diego Martin traffic and make it into downtown Port of Spain in time for court. One thing’s for sure, I have had good practice as this case has dragged on for five-plus years.
Although the past year or two has been more about legal wranglings and the Trinidad and Tobago Football Federation’s (TTFF) shenanigans, the reason I have and still continue to attend each court date, is to not only witness for myself the audaciousness of key figures like Mr. Warner, Mr. Camps and Mr. Groden but also in hope that Judge Rampersad puts an end to this fiasco.
When one thinks six years ago we were coming off the plane to a hero’s welcome and everyone wishing us well only to be later blacklisted and called names—the blacklisting cost me my international playing career. My last game for Trinidad & Tobago was in June 2006.
The funny thing about it is we played like true warriors in 2006; we dug in and fought not just for ourselves but for our country. Obviously I was of the belief that, after a good showing in the tournament, the bigger clubs would come banging down my door–-they did to a degree but a combination of bad choices and a false sense of “ah reach” syndrome, which most Trinis have in abundance, caused my demise.
No need for the handkerchiefs just yet as I do feel that the Brent Sancho of 2012 is not a bad place to be; actually he’s great.
Life has changed a lot since then; I am a new father and soon-to-be husband, an owner of a Japs restaurant mobile outlet, Chief Executive Officer of Pro League football club, North East Stars and a jack-of-all-trades–-no pun intended.
My days are no longer dotted with cones and footballs but starts with a wake up call from my eager son at 6.00 am, followed by a prompt opening of Japs at 9.00 am.
Football still monopolizes the majority of my day while the odd football commentary or acting job—mostly advertisements thus far—pops up now and again.
It was difficult returning to Trinidad after all those years abroad, one gets used to a certain level of: professionalism, respect, workmanship, attitude and the list goes on.
I love my country, so please understand that my criticism is for its betterment and maybe that’s what really gets me to court every time–I want a better Trinidad and Tobago.
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Congratulations on becoming a Daddy! All the best and I hope things look brighter for you in 2012 🙂