Alright, so you wanna know about this Ethan Sutton fella, huh? Sounds like a fancy name, like one of them city boys. Don’t know much about him myself, but I heard some things, you know, from the telly and such.
First off, they say he plays some kind of ball game. Football, they call it. Not the American kind, mind you, the one where they kick the ball with their feet. Kicking a ball, imagine that! Back in my day, we kicked rocks and dirt clods, not fancy leather balls. But I guess times change, eh?
- He’s young, real young. Barely out of diapers, probably.
- They say he’s from Europe somewhere. Belgium, maybe? Or was it Scotland? Heard both, can’t rightly remember. All them foreign places sound the same to me.
- He plays for some team, got a funny name too. Ajax, I think. Sounds like a cleaning powder, doesn’t it?
Now, this Ajax team, they ain’t no local bunch, that’s for sure. They’re a big deal, or so they say. Play in some fancy league, probably got more money than I’ve seen in my whole life. Ethan, he’s a defender, they say. Means he stops the other fellas from kicking the ball into the net. Sounds like a tough job, running around all day. I bet he’s tired after those games. Probably needs a good meal and a long nap. Just like my grandbabies after they run around the yard.
They talk about his “market value.” Now, ain’t that something? Like he’s a cow or a pig at the market. They put a price on him, say he’s worth a whole lot of money. Hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions, they say. Millions! Can you believe that? For kicking a ball around! I tell you, the world’s gone crazy. Back in my day, a good day’s work meant planting seeds or milking cows, and you were lucky if you got a few dollars for it.
This Ethan fella, he’s got a “preferred foot,” they say. Left foot, apparently. Like it matters which foot you use to kick a ball. As long as it goes where you want it to go, that’s all that counts, right? And they talk about his “position” too. Center-back, they call it. Sounds important, I guess. Like he’s the boss of the defense, telling everyone what to do. Maybe he yells a lot, like my old rooster in the henhouse.
He’s got a contract, too. A fancy piece of paper, I imagine, with lots of numbers and legal mumbo-jumbo. Says how long he has to play for this Ajax team and how much money they’ll give him. Probably more money than I’ve ever seen in my life, like I said before. It’s all a bit much, if you ask me. All this fuss over a young fella kicking a ball.
But I guess that’s how the world works now. People get paid big bucks for all sorts of things. Kicking balls, singing songs, acting in movies. It ain’t like the old days, that’s for sure. But as long as he’s happy, I guess that’s all that matters. And maybe he’s a good kid, you know? Maybe he uses some of that money to help folks out. That would be nice, wouldn’t it?
Anyways, that’s about all I know about this Ethan Sutton character. He’s a young fella who plays football for a fancy team in Europe and makes a whole lot of money doing it. More than he probably knows what to do with. Hope he doesn’t go spending it all on foolish things, mind you. And he ain’t no uga, I don’t think. That’s a dog, ain’t it? The mascot for some college team down south. See, I know some things, even if I am just an old lady.
So, there you have it. The story of Ethan Sutton, as best as I can tell it. Not much, I know, but it’s something. And that’s more than you knew before, right? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go check on my chickens. Them eggs ain’t gonna collect themselves, you know.
Tags: [Ethan Sutton, Football, Soccer, Ajax, Belgium, Defender, Sports, Europe, Athlete, Professional Footballer]
