Liverpool vs Anzhi

As a Liverpool season ticket holder (my seat’s currently being kept warm by my sister) you can imagine my delight when I found the Europa League game against Anzhi was going to be staged in my current home of Moscow.
I went out the internet and discovered the game was going to be played at Locomotiv’s stadium, jumped on a train with my trusty teaching assistant/interpreter and off we went. We reached the ground at around five to find all the ticket desks shut and made our way into the club shop instead to enquire when the office would be open.
‘Tickets for the Liverpool game aren’t being sold here,’ the woman told us, pointing to the sign that she had been forced to print and post up on the door.
‘So where can we buy them from?’ I asked.
The reply was a shrug of the shoulders: ‘I guess people will be selling them outside on the ground on the day,’ she apparently replied. ‘But they could be fakes.’
Undeterred by this we arrived back at my flat and online I went again. My assistant suggested going through a ticket agency, which did bring back some results, but they were rather hefty (£150 no less), which was a little out of my budget, especially since according to the Liverpool website the allocated tickets we’d been given for the away end were £20 a pop.
I considered phoning my dad and asking him what he thought about buying them and sending them out via DHL, at the same time as going on the Anzhi website.
In terms of Russian football websites it’s not actually that bad and usually pretty up to date. It has a ticket page, but the information there was only regarding the Russian league games.
I dialled in the contact number and passed the phone to my assistant.
As she was talking, she pulled a couple of strange faces. I understood the word Moscow, tickets and yes. She signalled she needed a pen and wrote down a number, then hung up.
‘Different ticket line?’ I asked.
‘Hmmm,’ she said. ‘They say you cannot buy the tickets on-line through them, but they are sending a man from Dagatsan to Moscow. This is his mobile number and we must call him at midday tomorrow.’
She could see that I most was surprised by this news, but she pointed out that she too had been taken aback by it and had asked if it was all legitimate.
Apparently it was completely above board, but tickets had to be bought in cash. A passport had to be shown and the cost in the main stand was two hundred Roubles (four pounds) and somewhat bizarrely no password was required!
The first time we called him, he told us to phone back at six when he had more details, then at six he didn’t respond and only at eight did he give us a time and a place.
So today we went to a bare room in the lobby of Hotel Moskva, which is a stone’s throw from Red Square. I wore my three-quarter length coat, she a red flower in her breast pocket and from a brown, paper bag, tickets were conjured.