This was pushing it tight and I realised that I’d probably miss kick off, but not to worry. I paid €7.20 for a return ticket and even had a quick nap once we’d climbed out of Lisbon’s northern suburbs. Once I woke I became concerned. The mist and fog was getting thicker all the time.
The rest of the evening was spent wandering down to the waterfront before calling in at several bars along the way. By the time I got back I was tired and emotional, but able to laugh at the day’s fiasco; even then I found out that the game had gone ahead!