Dribble the ball down the wing, get behind the defence, then slam a pass across the face of goal for the striker to tap in.
I know the tactics from many years as a hockey player. Apparently my elephant does not.
They’re supposed to be intelligent and able to run much faster than I can if they want to. Getting them to want to is the problem.
Jaipur, the pink city, is colourful enough at the best of times. Our hosts have tried to make it even more exciting by adding a game of polo to the day’s programme.
First, the pageantry.
Then the game starts.
Final Score: Red 1, Blue 2.
Does anybody care?
Indeed they do. Having set up Red team with a 1-0 lead, I found it most disappointing that we weren’t able to defend it. I’m not likely to ever play this stupid game ever again. No wonder it’s never made it to the Olympics.
Too late to worry about it now…
The writer was the guest of Railbookers and travelled to Jaipur on the Maharajas Express Heritage of India tour.