It was a rainy day at Ereco Galiano football stadium in eastern Paraguay, home of Deportivo Capiata.

Suddenly, the early morning quiet was broken by the roar of a sports car engine.

Stadium employees looked on surprised. of a sports car engine.

Stadium employees looked on surprised as a silver Lamborghini did donuts, careening and circles around the gravel parking lot.

When a security guard walked up to the car, the driver

affably rolled down his window. The man behind the wheel was young, square

jawed, handsome. The tattoos down his right arm and hand completed the appearance of a

well-groomed football player with a slight edge. But, even though he had the right look, there was something about him setting him apart from other hot shots on the field.

Concerned, the security guard asked the driver if he was worried about damaging his very fancy, very expensive sports car.

But the driver just looked him in the eye and said,

Don't worry, I have four more.

He then introduced himself as Sebastian Marcit,

the newest member of the football team.

Marcit, despite his flare for the dramatic, did not turn out to be a very skilled football player.

In fact, he had become a thorn in his coach's side with his poor touch and lack of agility.

But his coach was forced to play him, and his teammates were forced to play along with him,

and referees were forced to play along with him and referees were forced to turn a blind eye even when he blatantly fouled other players right in front of them. Why?

Because Sebastian Marcet was one of the biggest, badest, most dangerous drug lords in the world. This is Oppertunist, an original podcast from Podcast One. You're listening to a story told in one episode called Sebastian Marcet, the ultimate score.

I'm Sarah James McLaughlin.

On this episode, we dive into the story of a drug lord

who used his obsessive love for football

to fulfill his childhood dream,

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