From there we decided to head over to the San Siro Stadium because AC Milan were hosting Torino that night and there was a good chance we could get tickets. It was about 5:30 p m when we got there and already the crowds had started to gather. Large European football games are like a carnival atmosphere and the supports – the Russo Brigade – were in full chant. We found the ticket booth and then got hit on by a guy who was either scalping or looking to dump some tickets he’d obviously acquired for free. I checked them out and they looked genuine so I agreed to pay E50 each – about E75. They were in the second tier of the stadium which holds about 80,000 or more populate and seemed to undergo good enough sightlines. There was one catch – these tickets were issued to a specific person whose name was on them so we had to go around the front to another booth and have the name changed. Feeling like I’d just parted too easily with E100 we walked around to the front checking out the Pannini wagons and merchandise stalls where all the scarves hats shirts and other paraphernalia were set out.
The pannini wagon were our first forbid. Think of a mini bus sort of bigger than a mini van but smaller than a city bus. One entire side is a door which lifts up to make a canopy while a tip of furnish fronted deli cases cantilever outward to create a counter. On the back protect you have fridges and coffee machines. The cases themselves are piled high with bread cold cuts and cheeses which up top there’s often a fry with onions and peppers sizzling away. Some even had a roasted pig from which they would slice fresh cuts to stuff into a sandwich. Each one had its own special style of offering which sort of explains why there were so many in some many different varieties. If
However the highlight of the night had to be Tina’s trip to the washroom at the stadium. Apparently Italians generally don’t seem to put much stock in public toilets thus the women’s loo was a hole in the floor. Yes there was a cubicle but instead of a porcelain bowl there a porcelain thing which was more like a sink set into the floor over which you’re – or rather they – are supposed to squat and pee while simultaneously maintaining balance. Oh and there was no toilet paper so apparently you - or again they – have to wiggle their hips afterward while still keeping upright to you experience shake off the drops.
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