This time exactly one week ago I was crawling out of bed to meet friends from home to embark on yet more l following the end of university. Last night was a similar fest as thousands braved the elements to mark the official opening of Zurich as a host city.

As if being completely sodden on my summer holiday wasn’t enough, I arrived at the stadium to find one of my colleagues had an audience with none other than Gordon Strachan. By all accounts, no-one in the office even noticed a small, ginger Sottish man walking around. Trumping my Kevin McCarra photo with ease (sorry, Kevin), Davide even provoked said Celtic manager with a “Forza Milano”, before presumably making hand gestures of which only Italians seem capable.

Loathe as I am to tell other people’s stories, this was the closest I got to an actual celebrity today - having to watch Mel C on stage whilst tactfully but not unreasonably avoiding the advances of a not-yet-but-potentially amorous German bloke doesn’t count - meaning I have probably already passed my nadir of celebrity status in Zurich now.

That said, I did happen across a chap wearing a jacket from autoren.tv, the Liechtenstein production team responsible for the film “The Mouse that Scored”. Not nearly as pleased to meet a borderline sober English lad with an unhealthy liking for Liechtensteiner football as I was with he, he announced himself as Jens the sound technician. After namechecking a few of those involved in the film, I left thinking that if I’m getting this excited at meeting the sound technician for a Liechtensteiner production company, I’m not going to fare well if by happenstance I should come across Martin O’Neill.