The queues outside the ticket office in Zamalek in the centre of town were bedlam, people literally climbing over each other to get hold of tickets in third class.
Being a cocky little git, I strolled past all the supporters and the touts, swaggering like a real colonial and walked straight in and bought 3 tickets for me, Ben and Stew in what turned out to be the cheapest seats in the house, without much trouble. Having learnt my lesson from the train last week, I strolled right back up and changed them for seats in the second class seats, in the Ahly end of the stadium.
"This is too easy" I thought
...and today I open the Guardian website to read this
The world's most violent derby: Al Ahly v ZamalekA clash of nationalism, class and escapism going back 100 years means it's not just fists that fly in the Cairo derby
Maybe being a smug colonial in the Ahly end isn't going to be the best idea.
The article is terrifying.
The game happens tomorrow.
Bring it on!
