Norman Parkin's exotic football career took him all around the world, and he's still coaching football teams in the Philippines. On 8 November 2013, he touched down at Manila airport, as a natural disaster unfolded around him. He decided to do something to help: to write a book about some of football's greatest legends and rebels. Long-term aid is still desperately needed to rebuild shattered lives in the Philippines. Norman travelled up and down the UK, and spent hours on the phone to capture the stories of the heroes, villains and true characters of football, from Stanley Matthews to Malcolm Macdonald. On a quest to discover the true heart and soul of the beautiful game, he met ex-players in pubs, cafes, offices and radio stations. Open the pages to discover a world of blood, sweat and broken bones, a far cry from the multi-million pound game that football has become today. All royalties after expenses from the sale of the book will go to the Philippines Typhoon Relief Fund.
Norman Parkin's exotic football career took him all around the world, and he's still coaching football teams in the Philippines. On 8 November 2013, he touched down at Manila airport, as a natural disaster unfolded around him. He decided to do something to help: to write a book about some of football's greatest legends and rebels. Long-term aid is still desperately needed to rebuild shattered lives in the Philippines. Norman travelled up and down the UK, and spent hours on the phone to capture the stories of the heroes, villains and true characters of football, from Stanley Matthews to Malcolm Macdonald. On a quest to discover the true heart and soul of the beautiful game, he met ex-players in pubs, cafes, offices and radio stations. Open the pages to discover a world of blood, sweat and broken bones, a far cry from the multi-million pound game that football has become today. All royalties after expenses from the sale of the book will go to the Philippines Typhoon Relief Fund.
Help me! I am a girl lost and alone. I do not know who I am or where I am. Please find me. When the woman awoke, she did not know much. She knew her head hurt and her body ached. She knew there was blood streaking the side of her face, obscuring her vision. She knew the sun was beating down on her, hot and ruthless. But she did not know how she had gotten here, in this sandy, desert hell. She did not know where her injuries had come from. Most importantly, she did not know who she was.
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