It seems a simple enough idea at the outset: to assemble a team of eleven men to play cricket on each of the seven continents of the globe. Except, hold on a minute, that's not a simple idea at all. And when you throw in incompetent airline officials, amorous Argentine Colonels' wives, cunning Bajan drug dealers, gay Australian waiters, overzealous American anti-terrorist polive, idiotic Welshmen dress as Santa Claus, Archbishop Desmond Tutu and whole armies of pitch-invading Antarctic penguins, you quickly arrive at a lot more than you bargained for... A great madcap enterprise only an Englishman could have dreamed up, and only a bunch of Englishmen could possibly have carried out...