Julie doesn’t like cricket, but when in Rome and all that… so we set off first thing and got a tuk-tuk to the stadium hoping to score tickets off a tout at massively inflated prices.
It turns out thats its a bit different over here. The tuk-tuk dropped us off the ground and we asked a couple of policemen where we could find tickets. They pointed us straight to the club house and the posh seats. Apparently the match wasn’t as popular as we anticipated and you could walk up, hand over Rs100 (about £5) and get one of the best seats in the house.
So we did.
It was the last day and Sri Lanka were smashing West Indies. The match was all over just after lunch. Which was perfect actually as we could get boozy in the morning and then head to the shops in the afternoon to buy our wedding rings (another story).
Anyway we aren’t sports writers, so I am not going to talk about the match. But one thing I will mention is meeting Percy Abesekera, Sri Lanka’s one man cheerleading squad. As soon as we walked in he came up to us and got chatting. The guy is 75 and is mad for Sri Lanka, going to every match they play. In fact he is a bit of celebrity over here, famous for his devotion to the Lions and also for pissing off India last year.
By the end of the match, Percy and his mate had taken a shine to us.
And, having sunk numerous Lion Lagers and large gin and tonics Julie was up swinging the famous Sri Lankan flag Percy takes everywhere with him, I was leading the singing and we were making plans to meet up with his mates daughter in High Wycombe.