The plane soon touched down in Houston for our game against the Dynamo. I was surprised to see more assembled media than usual, and I could soon see the reason why. My brother Al had arrived at the airport to personally greet me, with several members of the press in tow to shoot some pictures. He was taller than me by about three to four inches, with dreadlocks at the time, and for some reason he always wore sunglasses back then, no matter day or night.
“Hey, Alvie, welcome to H-Town,” he said.
“Thanks. I see you brought some friends,” I said as I gestured to the media.
“Don’t worry, it gets better,” he laughed.
As we walked to the team bus with the cameras behind us, I could see what he meant. Soon we were met with more media members, and who else was chatting it up with them than Theo Williams himself.
“Ah, here they are,” he smiled as he waved us over.
Cameras and voice recorders went on around us. I realized I may have been a little more famous than I thought.
“How does it feel to be able to play in front of your family in Houston?”
“What’s it like having an NBA superstar as your brother?”
“There are rumors you will be doing a documentary on your family. Any truth to that?”
The questions just kept coming, but Al just kept interrupting me and smoothly getting us through the throng that had assembled.
“People, people, that’s enough. I’m sure our soccer star has had quite a flight and needs to get to his hotel,” Theo boomed to start to shut down the questions. “We’ll see you at the game.”
“That’s my cue, little bro. Make me proud this weekend.” Al walked away, taking the media and a steady stream of fans with him as he walked through the terminal. This left me with Theo.
“Theo, what’s this all about?” he said as we kept walking in the opposite direction.
“ESPN ran a story on your family during one of the MLS games, and it was such a hit they decided to air it on Sportscenter,” he stated frankly. “You’re about to become a little more famous.
“Don’t you think that presents a little bit of a problem for our business arrangement?” I angrily said under my breath. “I can’t keep doing your dirty work if people start to recognize who I am.”
“Oh don’t worry about that,” he smirked, “Who will recognize you in Italy?”
And with that he walked away, bodyguards and sycophants following close behind. Italy? What on earth did he mean by that? I was a little sick of being a pawn in this man’s schemes. I needed to figure out a way to get out. Quinn was right. When my usefulness had worn out, I, or someone from my family, would end up dead. It was time to figure out a way to hit Theo back.