He Got Cut—Yet Became One of the World’s Top Clubs? The Raw Truth Behind a Chicago Kid’s Journey

He Got Cut—Then They Called

They told me I was too slow. Too small. Too street. No college scout came by with a highlight reel—I was just another kid shooting hoops in a park where the asphalt cracked and the speakers blasted gospel at 2 a.m.

I didn’t beg for a try. I didn’t need an invite.

Why Liverpool?

They said ‘he doesn’t fit.’ But you know what? My mom used to say: ‘If they don’t see your soul, they won’t see your hustle.’ So when the scouts flew in from Merseyside… they saw it.

Not my stats. Not my highlights. My dad worked nights cleaning sneakers he bought me with his last paycheck.

The Real Draft Isn’t on Paper

The system doesn’t care about your GPA—it cares about your grind. You think NBA scouts watch film? Nah. They watch feel. The ball skips off when you’re tired—but still got rhythm. I’m not some prospect—they called me ‘the one’ because I kept showing up—even when no one else did.

This ain’t about clubs. It’s about corners where dreams get paid in cash—and someone finally notices.