By Chris Wright
Pies’ old Sunday League side used to train on a spit of dog turd-strewn bog, stuck like a marshy splinter between a sewage treatment plant and a HGV goods yard. The dizzying smell of burning diesel and liquefied human waste mingling on those warm, sticky, airless summer nights is something that will live with us for the rest of our lives.
By way of contrast, Bolivia’s national football squad train here (click for a full-size image) in the basin below a spectacular valley in La Paz – the only drawback being that it’s probably 1,000,000 miles above sea level and trying to breathe is like sucking a golf ball through a hosepipe…
(Photo: Juan Karita/AP)