It seemed a simple enough idea: assemble a team of eleven men to play cricket on each of the seven continents of the globe. Except – hold on a minute – that’s not a simple idea at all. & when you throw in incompetent airline officials, amorous Argentine colonels’ wives, cunning Bajan drug dealers, gay Australian waiters, overzealous American anti-terrorist police, idiotic Welshmen dressed as Santa Claus, Archbishop Desmond Tutu & whole armies of pitch-invading Antarctic penguins, you quickly arrive at a lot more than you bargained for.