Al-Saadi was born in 1973, the third of ten children, early in his father’s reign over Libya. He decided early on that he wanted to be a footballer, and given the special sway of his terrifying last name, he made his professional debut at the, errr, mature age of 27 for capital city club Al Ahli SC (Tripoli), where he lasted for an entire season.
…He was then off to crosstown rivals Al-Ittihad Tripoli, where — at least on paper — he was a key contributor to the club’s success in the following years, scoring 20 goals in his 74 appearances, winning two Libyan Premier League titles, two Libyan Super Cup titles, and reaching the final in two editions of the Libyan Cup.
But here’s the thing: he actually sucked harder than a Dyson colonic. One trainer complained that “Even at twice his current speed he would still be twice as slow as slow itself.” Despite this, he was the only player in the Libyan league allowed to have his name on the back of the kit (everyone else had to go by number), and he was the only player who could be identified by name on television broadcasts. And lest you think that such deference to was unwarranted, there are allegations that that in 2005, Al-Saadi murdered Bashir Al-Riani, a former footballer and coach with Al-Ittihad. Oh, did we mention that Al-Saadi was also the head of the Libyan Football Federation at the same time he was a player?