Dad’s World with Jonathan deBurca Butler

LET me know if you want tickets for either the Italian game or the Scottish game on the 19th,’ read the text from my father.

He had been offered tickets by a well-to-do friend of his. They would be top-notch, corporate and in out of any potential rain.

The fact that you’d be sharing the stadium with the best opposing fans in the world — the Scots— and the added bonus of an evening kick-off, meant the prospects for a great day were high.