Playing the Moldovans at Tennis
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The ensuing unpredictable and often hilarious adventure sees him being taken in by Moldovan gypsies and narrowly avoid kidnap in Transnistria. It sees him smuggle his way on to the Moldovan National Team coach in Coleraine and witness (almost) divine intervention in the Holy Land.
In this inspiring and exceptionally funny book, Tony Hawks has done it again, proving against all odds that there is no reason in the world why you can't do something a bit stupid and prove all of your doubters wrong. Or at least that was the idea....
when the soldier has gone,' I said, looking at her imploringly. 'Please?' Mercifully she nodded and sat down. I'm not sure whether the soldier heard nothing or whether I'd lucked out and got the lazy guy who just didn't care, but amazingly he ignored me completely, checked a couple of bags in the overhead shelves and then buggered off. Hurrah. Three cheers for sloppy work. Without it how would we ever get things done? As it happened the lady's essay was pretty good. Grammatically bang on. It
number for Stroenco and the one he had for Rogaciov was his parents' number, and they told us he was staying in club accommodation and could only be contacted through official channels. Game over. 'Iulian, it's time to go shopping' I said. We're going to buy my flight ticket home.' 'It's all over folks,' I said rather sheepishly at the dinner table. The bet is lost. I've tried everything but I just can't get the two players in Transnistria.' When Adrian translated, Grigore and Dina looked
Hawks Maybe not. I'd surely lose third place to Dana, on appeal. I felt that given the amount of interest the Queen was going to show in the outcome of this particular encounter between the Moldovan and Northern Irish Under 21s, she could have been safely omitted from the proceedings. However, a glance over my shoulder told me that it was probably advisable not to share this view with those around me. Instead, knowing that football crowds are a generic group of whom it is generally wise to stay
Western Wall (or Wailing Wall), that most important existing Jewish shrine where Orthodox Jews go about their worship with an uninhibited zeal, I saw the most incredible sight. One rabbi, in the midst of his gentle rocking motion of prayer, had to postpone proceedings while he dealt with an incoming mobile phone call. To my stupefaction he simply walked around this sacred area talking freely and receiving no admonishment whatsoever from his fellow worshippers. Did he have a direct line to God?
end of the book you've just read, is sitting in my living room in London sending emails back to his family in Moldova (he's in London for a year studying for an MBA). His lovely young wife, Irina, is upstairs in the bathroom. Other guests will be arriving shortly, and an English Christmas lunch (with a heavy Moldovan influence courtesy of our honorary chef, Irina) will be enjoyed by all. We have become 'family'. * Perhaps this will make more sense if I fill you in on a few things that have