So we’re out and about filming a sequence with The Ball in the blue backstreets of Chefchaouen, blues made even more vivid by the pelting rain…
A child kicks The Ball in a Chefchaouen streetAndrew engages some kids in a kickabout and somehow The Ball gets kicked into their granny’s flat…
She promptly decides that it now belongs to her grandson…
Andrew and the grandsonA dramatic and rather tense rescue mission follows…
The Ball recovered, but touch and go for a while there…
High up on a hanging ledge overlooking the old ciy of Chefchauoen in the foothills of the Rif mountains, lies one of football’s greatest street football locations.
“You have got to see this pitch,” said Christian. “It is a fantastic location.”
The pitch in ChefchaouenHe’s not wrong. We were desperate to organise a game of football there. The locals were keen too. Just one thing: the weather. From before we arrived until after we were gone it rained constantly. No game for us in Chefchauoen, but a fantastic time was had.
