2002

For Richard, Julia, Angela and Jason. Now we know.

Chris arrives in Kanimech

I’m writing this entry as a personal aside. It’s not football related, but tells the story of how I found my grandfather’s grave - something I have dreamt of doing since I first heard the almost impossibly traumatic tale of my family’s exodus from Poland.

The Ball at the Registan

The Registan in Samarkhand is where Al Ghorasmi wrote his famous text “Al Jabr”. I feel particularly privileged to have sat where he most probably sat - we now recognise his name as ‘algorithm’ and his book gave us ‘algebra’ - I use these every day of my programming life.

Rich, Chris and Phil meet in Samarkhand.

So, we’ve met up with our friend Richard Hamilton, who took a taxi from north-eastern Afghanistan to Samarkhand. He’s been running an aid campaign for Concern Worldwide, trucking in relief supplies from Tajikistan in the wake of the “Operation Enduring Freedom.” Richard was going to make this trip with us (the three of us had travelled to France for the 1998 World Cup together) but, unfortunately for us, Afghanistan called to him louder than Seoul. Phil and I are glad that he’s managed to get away for long enough to meet us here.

Lifelong Chelsea fan Phil will be pleased to hear that the Blues made it to the FA Cup final where they’ll face Arsenal on May 4th. His home town team, Brighton and Hove Albion made history by clinching the Second Division Championship and a second successive promotion after winning the Third Division last year. Fellow musician and Seagulls shirt sponsor Fatboy Slim was reportedly “lost for words”.

So then, more bureaucracy. Oh joy of joys. Still, on better note, we’ve just heard that Ananova published an article about us yesterday. Big shout to Ginny for the coverage. They’ve titled it “Football fans create World Cup’s version of Olympic torch“

Chris looking concerned as he leaves Red Square

The long ball from the centre of defence to midfield went straight to feet. We landed safely in Tashkent, though it was touch and go to say the least - the ball could easily have been intercepted, and we would have been left wide open at the back. Let me explain…

We love this sentiment, which we found at the training ground just outside Luzhniki Stadium… given the current troubles in the Middle East, does anyone fancy organising a game between Israel and Palestine, like the one at Christmas in 1914?

Could sport ever really bring peace, or is it just naivety?

We got up at 6.30 this morning for a photo-shoot in Red Square for the Moscow Times (read the story here) - which went very well, apart from me having to pay a “fine” to a militia guy with 500 Roubles (kindly negotiated on our behalf by Martin, the photographer) to persuade him to give Phil his passport back -all for using a tripod to do a panorama of the square!

If you’re reading this, my Russian friend, I hope you like this photo of you with Phil.

A Torpedo Zil ticket

Others in the article…

Group shot post game with the Torpedo Zil youth team

What a storming game of football we have just played… Post Moscow derby match between Locomotive (”Loco, Loco”) and Torpedo Zil, we gathered signatures on our World Cup ball, like football star trainspotters (a small bottle of ‘nail lacquer’ to protect) and attracted a crowd of young up and coming Torpedo stars whose trainer was only too happy to agree to their demands of an England/Russia showdown on the training ground across the car park.