Was desperate for a ticket for this but really struggling badly. Frankly I had given up all hope.
Was working late shift the day before the game and called in my local after work. One of the regulars (a bloke I didn't know particularly well, and a koppite as it happens) stood in front of me with a huge grin on his face. Frankly he was getting on my nerves as he wouldn't tell me why he looked so smug.
I was on the verge of giving him a crack as I thought he was taking the p... at the fact I didn't have a ticket.
After about 15 minutes of me moodily growling at him to wipe the grin off his face, he reached into his pocket and handed me an envelope.
Not one but TWO tickets !
Now I'm as straight as they come, but I would have happily slipped him one there and then in the packed pub. In fact, I think he spent the rest of the night trying to stop me kissing him.
To cut a long story short, I rolled home about 2AM and woke my (10 year old) son up, waving the tickets and singing. (Also woke the rest of the house; The wife wasn't happy)
We even managed to book coach tickets. Me and my lad absolutely knackered but deliriously happy, both slept most of the way home despite the fact the coach was 'bouncing'
I have moved house (twice) since then, but still bump into the bloke two or three times a year. He used to be a salesman and had won the tickets for most sales that month. Still love the bloke and always make sure to buy his ale.