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South America — I remember the year. It must have been a few months before kick-off, and I was in Cartagena, Columbia , on the Caribbean coast. Together with a friend we were visiting another English guy who was teaching there, escaping England.
We arrived via the bus from Venezuela which was so over-air-conditioned — we were wearing T-shirts and shorts — that we had taken to tearing up the books we were each reading and stuffing it into the vents. Cartagena bus station, not a soul in sight. Dialing from Caracas , Venezuela without a country code. Took another couple of weeks before we realized we were in the wrong country… or our mate was!
Surely he had said Venezuela! That was all behind us now, we had taken four weeks off to get over it. A holiday within a holiday, we went to Trinidad and Tobago, where carnival was being held, and they spoke English! Now we were in the right country, the right city, all we had to do was find a phone. The first person I saw in Cartagena, other than my fellow passengers, was Carlos Valderrama — the most famous football player in Columbia, if not South America.
It was a cardboard cut out! Life-size mind, and it was seemingly closing on me very rapidly. Double-take brothers — it was being held by a football fanatic. It all made sense. The deserted streets, Columbia was playing football tonight, and everyone was glued to a TV set.
Except for this lunatic, they must have just scored. Carlos ran right by me and continued into a nearby bar. They are passionate for footy. Found a phone and dialed. Contact, and with directions we jumped into a cab. Now, my friend was sharing an apartment with another English guy. Also a teacher, but he had been through the ranks. Had the diploma and relevant experience. Whereas my friend had slid into the job, sideways, no experience, no diploma. This rather riled his flatmate, to the petty point of making everyone coffee and leaving Keith out.