2002

After no sleep, preparing to leave home myself, I felt like telling the trainer to back off nleave me on the bench for a bit. But this game stops for noone — film, play football, catch ferry, hire car, over tape already beautifully captured shots, remember Ive still not slept, remember sunglasses on top of White Cliffs and all under a Spring dawn sun, over the East, the direction of our travel, totally excited and totally tired.

The gaffers asking me to keep my eyes on the ball, but they close.

More from Moscow soon.