The young Moroccan boys descended down from the cliffs, dressed in their football colours, as many colours as players, they played all morning on that hot December day, gradually the teams became larger as more players arrived. not a blade of grass but the sand made a perfect pitch for these boys from the South to do their thing. All this I observed from the rooftop of a coastal villa, soaking up the winter warmth and enthralled by the skill and determination of these boys, not a mobile in site, just in the moment in this beautiful corner of the world that I had the brief privelage to be part of that day.
The young Moroccan boys descended down from the cliffs, dressed in their football colours, as many colours as players, they played all morning on that hot December day, gradually the teams became larger as more players arrived. not a blade of grass but the sand made a perfect pitch for these boys from the South to do their thing. All this I observed from the rooftop of a coastal villa, soaking up the winter warmth and enthralled by the skill and determination of these boys, not a mobile in site, just in the moment in this beautiful corner of the world that I had the brief privelage to be part of that day.
