When asked to participate in a friendly football game, Emet and I instantly jumped at the opportunity. The pitch was red dust. We struggled to come to halt and took a while to adapt to our surroundings.
Nonetheless we thoroughly enjoyed it. I taught them rock paper scissors to decide which team starts. The score line was 2-2 which ironically symbolises justice of this trip.
The overall standard of play was of high quality. They put us English footballers to shame. This highlights how much they treasure football and do not take it for granted, considering they only have one football between 50 footballers. They played with such passion and heart which is remarkable given that their playing field was 100 yards downwind from the stinking city dump were many of them were rescued by Father John.