The best thing about the match was I was really busy and a mate of mine got in touch to say his nephew was over from Ireland and although it was really unlikely if I heard about a pair of tickets etc. So I phoned my mate who I sit next to and said are you arsed, and he said no, so we gave this mate and his nephew our tickets, and we kept getting texts all night about what an amazing time they were having and how it was the best night in this kid's life. We'd have only been sat there half watching the footy half moaning about gout. Tickets should always end up with kids who think they've just won the Willy Wonka lottery