The Manchester of Pakistan
Trip Start Nov 17, 2005
6Trip End Dec 04, 2005
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Of course I was, I said, my name is Darren. Darren Gough. I'm arriving late as I've been on that ridiculous dancing show but now I'm ready for some cricket. Which one of you good men is my driver?
After a few handshakes and 'you velly goods' they asked to see my Three Lions tattoo, and that's when the game was up. I grabbed my bag and hopped into a taxi for the first of many hair-raising drives through the Lahore traffic dodging bikes, donkeys, handcarts, tuk-tuks, pedestrians, food stalls, trees and policemen
Faisalabad is called the Manchester of Pakistan because they have at least two things in common: 1) it is the textile capital of the country (as was the original Manchester 150 years ago) and 2) Roy Keane isn't here either! Honk honk!
I've managed to find a hotel but it's not the most plush. Apparently there's only one 5 Star hotel here and that's full of players and media. Maybe I'll try the Darren Gough trick there as well...
I was planning on making it to the ground and watch net practice but somehow I slept through the sound of beeping traffic for 12 hours. Instead I spent the afternoon wandering around the dusty, choking streets looking for a plug adaptor and toilet paper (I told you the hotel wasn't plush). After more staring, waving, handshakes and 'Welcome to my country' I was worn out.
There are a couple of other England fans in the hotel so we're planning on hitting Faisalabad's night spots - without alcohol, of course. Can't be a late one as the game starts at 9:30 (4:30 for those of you with Sky back home) tomorrow morning, with Michael Vaughan back in charge. It will be tough coming back from one down with only two to play, but we're in with a shout!