When he was eight, everyone felt sorry for Ruben Ponce.
His legs were as skinny as two sticks and stretched,
when he was running away. But when he had the ball at his feet, there was no
who could take it away from him, unless he really tripped and fell like a stone.
His father soon realized the great potential of his son, and
Lack of muscle strength needed to succeed in football.
For more than ten years his father put him on a strict diet of
pasta bolognese, spanish omelettes, scrambled eggs with chorizo and rich
stews with chickpeas and lots of bacon. At the age of eighteen, young Reuben
he was strong as a horse, his legs were awe inspiring, and though the feints
of his thighs were somewhat blurred by his growing belly, the natural
his faculties were still intact and no one could make him
fall so easily anymore.