More than anything else travelling the World takes you out of your comfort zone. You either embrace it or you stay at home. Long bus and train journeys, cheap hotel rooms, street food whose ingredients are unknown, language frustrations and crowds of people. Serious crowds of people. And animals. It’s an attack on all the senses. But the more of this wonderful planet that I see, the more I want to experience. I've discovered that football, the World's game, connects us all like nothing else. No other sport is more universal and where I fail spectacularly with language I can communicate with football. I’ve struck up conversations in Ougadougou, just because I’ve been wearing a Chelsea FC shirt, been invited into the Gymkhana Club in Zomba, to watch a game live on TV, spent hours chatting to a young Brazilian woman in Quito about her team (Flamenco) and how she travels the continent watching them and played a ‘Christian's vs the rest’ pick-up game in Daman. It’s the universal language that transcends all cultures.