We’re on a Road to Nowhere
The rolling ball gathers momentum as our travelling team swells for the toughest leg so far (see about us for the original home and away line up).
The Taklamakan desert, (through Hotan, Niya, Korla and on to Turpan), apparently its name translates as: ‘you enter but no come out’
4 days, with Argie ‘Bargie’ at the wheel of our Toyota Tour Bus driving the 2000km distance.
Chris + myself
Gersh, sports journalist and two time left foot scorer from Kashgar game, see his report in ‘earlier’ Rock the Kashgar entry + Abdulwali, our ‘ere Uyghur’ maestro (keep them footy puns coming. ed.) + acting manager.
At the back
Tim the Boy Noble / Kendal Lad Tim / Fat Boy Tim, yes, he’s like three in one. Youthful zest, mountain strength and old school cassettes make up this man. We will be larging it in honour of his Birthday this coming Saturday.
Maayan, our Israeli right foot general, who we pick up in Hotan. He’s been in training there.
Some of the provisions we have packed for the journey…
Leisure comfortable food
Well the excitement builds, I can hear the bus revving, Korea still calling, and the idea of picking up an entire 11 strong team before the World Cup a reality. Anyone in the China area fancy a game?
Ole Ole Ole Ole…
Written by Phil Wake on Thursday, May 9th, 2002