Ghana in the World Cup

Good to see Ghana playing last night (when I finally got home three hours after leaving the office – the rail network was in meltdown following a fire on the line). It reminded me of the time I was in Ghana and told the guys that I worked with that I wouldn’t mind playing a bit of football. A kick about in the park was what I had in mind. I must’ve been misunderstood. The next thing I knew, courtesy of a cousin of a friend of a brother of one of my colleagues, it was arranged for me to have a kickabout with one of the local teams – join them on one of their training sessions. This sounded great. Until they let me know the local team was Asante Kotoko – the Manchester Utd. of Ghana. They hadn’t seen my silky skills. Or lack of them. So I politely declined the offer.