Little Lauren Bisan-Etamé Mayer could be forgiven for being a bit distracted in class, for his mind drifting. From the windows of Hermanos Álvarez Quintero school, he could see Sevilla’s training ground.
He had been going there almost every day since they spotted him, aged 11, and even when he wasn’t supposed to turn up he would head over as soon as he could. Some days he would climb the fence. With good reason, too: in 1992, the greatest footballer of all had joined his team, the one he imagined playing for one day.
