It seemed a simple enough idea at the outset: to 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 idiot Welshmen dressed as Santa Claus Archbishop Desmond Tutu & whole armies of pitch-invading Antarctic penguins you quickly arrive at a whole lot more than you bargained for. Harry Thompson's hilarious book tells the story of one of those great idiotic enterprises that only an Englishman could have dreamed up & only a bunch of Englishmen could possibly have wished to carry out.