For ages I’ve known that a friend of mine who no longer lives in Germany would be transferring his ticket for the Ukraine v Tunisia game to me; but that ticket never arrived. So we checked out all the paperwork and found out that I had to go to the ticket centre at the Olympiastadion in Berlin at least the day before the game to go and pick it up.
Naturally, I chuntered to myself about the clash of the twin titans of unnecessary beaurocracy – Fifa and Germany – but all in all, it was an incredibly painless process. Train journey there, well ordered process of shuttling you in to get your ticket, then back home. Kinda ruined the planned blog rant I’d hoped I’d be able to write, really. Bastards!
The ticket itself, though, is the highest density piece of card I’ve ever touched in my life. I’m convinced it’s just a thin wisp of ink printed on iridium.
So, anyway, I’ve got a ticket and I’m silly happy about it.