O’Shea’s alarm goes off around 5:45am. “Burnsy!!”, he shouts hoping to wake us all with a single yell, knowing that only Burnsy will actually be listening. Fifteen minutes of pottering is completed before either O’Shea or myself crawl reluctantly out of our 2ft by 7ft one man tents.
“Firenji, firenji, firenji!!”. Everywhere we go we are greeted with this familiar refrain. Firenji is the Amaric word for foreigner and is used to describe any white people who happen to pass through an Ethiopian village or town, in fact, whenever you pass an Ethiopian under the age of 15 anywhere in the country
With the score tied and light fading fast it was beginning to look as if the partisan Ethiopian crowd would have to settle for an unsatisfying draw. Both sides were acutely aware that the next try would decide the match, and thus a caginess crept into the play of the two tiring teams,
Finally we are in Africa, after all the months of preparation I was beginning to doubt we would ever make it. The anticipation was such that it wouldn’t have mattered where we started from the first week was going to be exciting, The fact that its Addis just makes it that bit more special.