Philip Kerr 7 страница

‘Well, you’re not a man, that’s for sure. ’

‘Fuck you. ’

‘No, but I’ll fuck you, if you like, girlie. That’s all you’re good for, you Greek malakas. ’

‘You need to learn some manners, fat man, ’ shouted Diamntopoulou, squaring up, as two Olympiacos players intercepted, and that the fourth official was there to put his body in front of the Greek’s.

‘Any time you’re ready to try, malakas, I’ll be fucking ready. ’

Unsurprisingly, Simon found himself sent back to the dressing room; to be fair to the Greek officials, in all normal circumstances they might have sent him to sit in the stands, but these were hardly normal circumstances. It wasn’t judged safe for Simon to sit among the Olympiacos fans; and of course they had a point. Anywhere looked safer for Simon than the Olympiacos stands.

Reduced to just ten men we had a hard job containing the Greeks, especially Perez on their left wing. We held out bravely with Gary Ferguson rescuing us a couple of times and Kenny Traynor on his best form with three top‑ drawer saves, but now doubly demoralised it was an impossible task.

As soon as the second half restarted Perez escaped from Jimmy Ribbans to curl in a left‑ footer that was their second. Ten minutes later Schuermans failed to dispossess Perez who ran into more space than he could have imagined was possible and hammered in his second one of the match.

The ruins of our evening might fairly have been compared with the Acropolis when Dominguez was substituted in the 79th minute and Machado, who came on in his place, scored immediately with a scrambled millipede of a goal that came about because they just had more fucking legs to kick the ball than we did. The final score was 4–1.

I went to shake hands with Hristos Trikoupis and was more than a little shocked to see him grinning back at me and holding up four fingers. Under different circumstances I might have made something out of it; instead I turned away and then clapped my players off the pitch. They hardly needed another bollocking.

‘Come on, lads. Hurry up and get changed. We’ve a plane to catch. The sooner we get out of this madhouse and back to London the better. ’

I wasn’t looking forward to the television interview I’d agreed to do immediately after the game; I certainly wasn’t going to tell their reporter, what I really thought of it: that this was a night of confusion, duplicity, disorder and defeat. That wouldn’t play well with anyone, even though it was the truth. Instead I’d already decided to be a bit Italian about it; Italian football managers are masters at dissembling and they have a saying that comes in useful at times like these. Bisogna far buon viso a cattivo gioco: ‘It’s necessary to disguise a bad game with a good face. ’

Of course, it’s one thing putting on a good face when it’s only ITV waiting to speak to you in the players’ tunnel. It’s another thing altogether when it’s the fucking cops; it’s always more difficult putting on a good face for them.

Two uniformed police officers and a third man wearing a grey linen suit met me outside our dressing room. The man in the grey suit was tall with fair hair and a little tuft of hair under his bottom lip that I suppose was a beard but looked like some baklava that had missed his mouth. I’d seen better beards growing on a toothbrush. I might have ignored him altogether but for the credentials wallet he was holding up in front of my face. His teeth were very white but even at a distance his breath could have done with freshening.

‘Are you Mr Scott Manson? ’

‘Yes. ’

‘My name is Chief Inspector Ioannis Varouxis, from the Special Violent Crime Squad, here in Athens. ’ He put away the wallet and handed me a business card with English on one side and Greek on the other. ‘Could I speak with you, sir? In private. ’

Under his arm was an iPad in a rubberised cover that matched the colour of his suit and I caught a scent of a rather nice aftershave. His shirt was clean and neatly pressed and he didn’t look like the Greek policemen I had seen in movies.

I frowned. ‘Now? ’

‘It is important, sir. ’

‘All right. If you insist. ’

He led me along the corridor to the officials’ room where I’d gone the previous night following Bekim’s death; my mind raced through the reasons why someone from a special violent crime squad should want to speak to me. Had Simon Page hit someone? Had a Greek assaulted him? Were the Olympiacos supporters planning to attack us as we left the Karaiskakis Stadium? The two uniformed policemen took up positions either side of the door which one of them closed, leaving me alone with the Chief Inspector.

‘First of all, let me say that I am very sorry about Bekim Develi. ’

I nodded silently.

‘To die so young was a terrible tragedy. And that it should happen in Greece, during a match like that, was most regrettable. Actually, I wanted to speak to you earlier today but my superior, Police Lieutenant General Stelios Zouranis, felt that this might interfere with your preparations for tonight’s game. Indeed, that you might think this to be a crudely partisan attempt to influence the result. ’

‘I’m not sure that anything would have affected our performance tonight. We were awful. ’

‘Under the circumstances, it’s hardly surprising that you lost. For the record I should tell you that I am a Panathinaikos supporter. So, it makes my skin crawl even to be here. Your player, Hemingway, he should never have been sent off. But that was just typical of a match against Olympiacos. Somehow they always contrive to win. ’

I looked at my watch. ‘You’ll forgive me if I ask you to come to the point, Chief Inspector. We have a chartered plane waiting to take us back to London. It seems that your air‑ traffic controllers are going on strike at midnight. And we really don’t want to miss our take‑ off slot. ’

‘I know. And believe me this is most regrettable also, sir. But I’m afraid that none of you will be permitted to leave Greece. ’

‘What? ’

‘Not tonight, at any rate. Perhaps not for several days. ’

‘You’re kidding. ’

‘Not until we have completed our inquiries. The Minister of Culture and Athletics has spoken to the manager of your hotel and he has generously agreed to extend your stay until this whole matter has been resolved. ’

‘What matter? Your inquiries into what? ’

‘I am in charge of investigating a violent crime, Mr Manson. Specifically, a homicide. Perhaps even a murder. ’

‘Murder? Look, with all due respect, Chief Inspector, what’s this all about? Bekim Develi had a heart attack. In front of thirty thousand people. I can easily understand that there will have to be a post‑ mortem into his death; that’s normal in any country. But I fail to understand the need for a police investigation as well. ’

‘Oh, it’s not Bekim Develi’s death I’m investigating, sir, although I believe there will have to be an inquest – standard procedure. ’

‘Then whose death are we talking about? I don’t understand. Has something happened to someone on my staff? ’

‘No sir. Nothing like that. The body of a young woman was found in the harbour at Marina Zea, near Piraeus, this morning. Some boys discovered the body in ten feet of water, with a heavy weight tied to her feet. Our investigations revealed that this woman had a plastic room key for the Astir Palace – your hotel – in the pocket of her dress. This afternoon we went to your hotel and found that the room key had been issued to Mr Develi. We also checked the hotel CCTV and, er... well, see for yourself. ’

Varouxis opened up his iPad and tapped the Video icon to show me a grainy‑ looking piece of film.

‘This is her arriving at Mr Develi’s bungalow, on Monday night. As you can see, the time identification shows it to be 2300 hours. You will agree that this is surely him saying goodnight to her at the door, yes? ’

‘Can I please view that clip again, Chief Inspector? ’

‘Certainly sir. ’

I watched the clip several times, but it was not to verify what Varouxis had said regarding Develi – clearly it was Bekim. Instead I wanted to establish if the girl entering and leaving the dead man’s bungalow was Valentina, the escort to whom he had introduced me; it wasn’t, which was a relief as it absolved me from having to tell the Chief Inspector that I had slept with the dead woman. The girl in the film was good‑ looking and given Bekim’s predilection for renting late‑ night female company it didn’t take a detective to guess her profession. His hands were inside the girl’s knickers as he was still saying hello to her.

‘Yes, that’s him all right, ’ I said. ‘For obvious reasons I’d ordered a player curfew on visitors that night which Bekim Develi seems to have ignored. The girl I don’t know. ’

‘You’ll admit then that it’s possible Bekim Develi might have been one of the last people to see this girl alive. You see there’s CCTV of her going into the bungalow; but none of her leaving. ’

I nodded. ‘Yes, I suppose so. But to be fair to Bekim, she might have left by the back door, to the terrace. ’

‘Yes, that’s possible. But certainly if he himself was alive now we should want to speak to him very urgently, in which case I would be having this conversation not with you but with him. Where did you meet her? What time did she leave? That kind of thing. ’

‘I guess you would at that. Just to clarify one thing. Does this injunction on travel back to London apply to Mr Sokolnikov and his guests on Mr Sokolnikov’s yacht? ’

‘No. Only to those of you who were staying at the Astir Palace, which is where the dead woman was last seen alive. ’

I nodded. ‘All the same, to detain a whole team for the behaviour of one man – a man who’s now dead – it seems a bit excessive. ’

‘On the face of it, it might seem that way. But look here, we both have difficult jobs to do, Mr. Manson. Me, I have to balance what’s right from a procedural, investigative point of view with what’s legal and fair in this situation. And you, well, I should think it’s an impossible task you have, sir. Trying to police the behaviour of young men with wallets as large as their egos and their libidos. Perhaps you’ll also admit that it’s possible Bekim may not have been the only City player in that bungalow when she came through the door. That he was not the only player to break your curfew on visitors. ’

‘Look, Chief Inspector, I’ve already agreed that it’s Bekim Develi in the film clip. But there is no proof in that footage that anyone else was there. ’

‘No, not in the footage. You see, if I can’t speak to Bekim Develi then perhaps I can speak to someone else who might also have met this unfortunate young woman. Perhaps they had – in Greek we call this a trio. ’

‘A threesome, ’ I said.

‘Precisely so. I’m a married man, but one reads about such things. In books and newspapers. ’

‘Is there any evidence of a threesome? ’

‘Some, perhaps. The DEE – that’s our forensics team – they went to Mr Develi’s room this afternoon. They found indications that some kind of party occurred, perhaps. I don’t want to go into too many details but traces of cocaine were found although it’s impossible at this stage to say if the drugs were his or hers. ’

‘Bekim Develi would never have taken cocaine on the night before a match, ’ I said firmly. ‘I’m certain of that. He wouldn’t have taken the risk. ’

‘I’m sure you’re right, sir. I dare say you’ve warned all of your players about the foolishness of such behaviour, on repeated occasions. Then again, it was you who ordered them not to entertain any girls in their rooms on the night before the match. An order that we now both agree that Bekim Develi flagrantly disobeyed. I would not insist that you remain here in Greece if I didn’t have a good reason to do so; and since I think I have at least two good reasons, I’m hoping you’ll see things from my point of view. That I can count on you to cooperate with my investigation. ’

‘While I can of course see things from your point of view, Chief Inspector, I wonder if you can see things from mine. The free movement of EU nationals is a fundamental principle of the Treaty under article 45. It might be argued that the whole team will suffer economic damage if it is prevented from leaving here tonight. ’

This was pathetic, of course, but I really didn’t know what the fuck else to say. I had to say something and the Greek detective was at least polite enough not to laugh.

‘Plus, we have an important match against Chelsea on Saturday. I think any lawyer might be able to show that we will suffer real damage if we can’t play that game. At the very least we’ll be contacting the British Ambassador and asking him to speak with your minister at the earliest opportunity. ’

‘Oh, I don’t think we’ll have any problem in preventing you from leaving Greece, Mr Manson. The Minister of Public Order and Citizen Protection, Konstantinos Miaoulis, has already approved my request. Being under investigation as a potential suspect is always a very good reason to prevent any EU citizen from exercising their right to leave a country. Even a whole football team. But if I might offer a word of advice: legal arguments involving the European Union are not popular in the Greek courts right now, for obvious reasons. ’

‘Thanks for the tip, Chief Inspector. Of course it’s not up to me but to our proprietor and to our club chairman, Mr Hobday; however, I suspect we’ll probably be engaging some local lawyers as well as asking our ambassador for his assistance. ’

‘Of course, of course. And you’ll want this telephone number. ’ Varouxis took out a pen and wrote a number on a piece of paper. ‘It’s the British embassy, on Ploutarchou Street. 210‑ 7272‑ 600. ’

‘Thank you. I’ll call him just as soon as we’ve finished talking. ’

‘Anticipating your objections it was also my superior’s suggestion that we should meet again, tomorrow morning at the GADA. That’s the police headquarters on Alexandras Avenue, in Athens. You really can’t miss the place; it’s opposite Apostolis Nikolaidis, the Panathinaikos stadium. You, your proprietor, your lawyers, the ambassador – whoever you like – can put questions to the minister, Lieutenant General Zouranis, and to me, of course. ’

‘All right. Shall we say three o’clock tomorrow afternoon? The sooner we can clear this matter up, the sooner we can all fly back to England. ’

‘Three? ’ Varouxis winced. ‘Generally we stop work at two. Let’s say ten o’clock. ’

‘Ten it is. ’ I paused. ‘I have a question. You keep talking about the dead woman, the unfortunate girl. Doesn’t she have a name? ’

‘Not yet. But given the hour of her arrival as well as some forensics in Bekim Develi’s bungalow, I think it’s fair to assume that she may have been a prostitute. I don’t suppose you recognised her? ’ He winced again. ‘Forgive me. What I mean to say is, did you see her hanging about the hotel, sir? In the bar, perhaps? ’

‘I’m afraid not, Chief Inspector. You know, my own bungalow was right next to Bekim’s. If I’d heard him up to something, I’d have put a stop to it. For a serious breach of discipline like that I’d have fined him a lot of money, probably. ’

He nodded. ‘I have another question for you. ’

I shrugged. ‘Fire away. ’

He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a pendant on a piece of leather string – an amulet depicting the palm of an open right hand. It reminded me of something I’d seen recently but what I couldn’t quite recall.

‘They removed this from around his neck at the hospital and gave it to the coroner’s office. Did you know he was wearing it? ’

‘No, ’ I said. ‘And if I had I’d have told him to remove it immediately. FIFA forbids players to wear any kind of jewellery during a football match. You can get booked for that kind of thing. ’

He tugged at his experimental beard for a moment, which gave me a better understanding perhaps as to why he had grown it: to give him pause for thought. ‘In view of what you’ve just said – that wearing such a thing is forbidden, can you imagine why he would have run the risk of wearing such a thing? ’

‘No. Is this Greek? ’

‘I believe it’s Arabic. ’

‘What is it, anyway? ’

‘This is supposed to provide defence against the evil eye. Christians call it the hand of Mary. Jews call it the hand of Miriam. But Arabs call it a hamsa: the hand of God. ’

‘This can’t be allowed to stand, ’ said Vik. ‘We have a game against Chelsea on Saturday and we have to be back in London to beat him. ’

To Viktor Sokolnikov, beating Roman Abramovich was more important than almost anything, as evidenced by the fifty grand bonus he’d previously offered every City player if we won. Every Russian billionaire probably measures himself against the Chelsea owner although quite a few – for example, Boris Berezovsky – are found wanting.

We were in the royal suite at the Grande Bretagne Hotel in the centre of Athens which Phil Hobday had taken to use as our team offices while we remained stuck in Greece; and at eight o’clock the next morning it was there we met the lawyers from Vrachasi, one of the top firms in Athens, that Vik had engaged to fight what amounted to the team’s open arrest.

‘I want a petition filed before the Greek court today, ’ he insisted. ‘And I don’t care what it costs. ’

Dr Olga Christodoulakis, the senior partner from Vrachasi, was a large brunette in her forties with a pretty face and a manner as brisk as her own handwriting. She wore a bright green blouse that did little to restrain her enormous bosom and a tight black skirt that wasn’t so much a pencil as a decent‑ sized fountain pen. She spoke excellent English with an American accent, but her bag‑ carrier of an associate – a younger man named Nikos something – was more fluent and just occasionally she said something in Greek and he chipped in with a swift translation.

‘That’s going to be difficult, ’ she said. ‘The Greek courts are on strike at the moment. Which means that we’re going to have to ring around the city and try to find a sympathetic judge who’s prepared to break the strike to hear our case. ’

Phil Hobday was horrified. ‘Judges going on strike? I never heard of such a thing. ’

‘If the state doesn’t pay what they owe you then there’s not a lot of incentive for you to go to court, ’ she said. ‘But right now that’s not your biggest problem. I gather from the police that they intend to wait on the pathologist’s report on the dead girl before deciding what to do next. The trouble with that is that the doctors handling all of the police autopsies are on strike, too. ’

‘Jesus Christ, ’ exclaimed Vik. ‘This is like being back in Russia. ’

‘Can’t another hospital do the autopsy? ’ suggested Phil. ‘A private hospital. Like the Metropolitan Hospital in Piraeus. That’s where they took Bekim Develi, wasn’t it? They’re not on strike. ’

‘I’m afraid that would never happen, ’ said Dr Christodoulakis. ‘The Laiko General Hospital of Athens, on St Thomas’s Avenue, has been handling police autopsies in Athens since 1930. This is not about to change just because of one strike. The doctors there are owed money by the state, the same as the lawyers. And to try to go around that would cause more trouble than it’s worth. Even if we wanted to I doubt we’d find any pathologist who would dare to take this job. ’

‘I’m afraid she’s right. These are the unfortunate facts of life in Greece right now. ’ Toby Westerman, from the British Embassy in Athens, looked pained, although that was probably his default expression. His thinning brown hair was combed from the back to the front which lent him the look of an unruly schoolboy, an effect that was enhanced by an old school tie and a pair of glasses that were almost opaque with fingerprints.

‘It’s like something out of Kafka, ’ said Vik. ‘At this rate, the guys might be stuck here for weeks. ’

I hadn’t read any Kafka but I had read Catch‑ 22, which was what the situation reminded me of. And I had another concern: discipline. Keeping a rein on eighteen players in a city like Athens during August was going to be difficult. Just the night before several of them had slipped out from the hotel complex in Vouliagmeni to visit a lap‑ dancing club on Syngrou Avenue.

‘Who was this girl that she can cause so many problems? ’ demanded Vik.

‘A hooker, ’ said Phil. ‘That much seems certain. ’

Vik got up from the table and walked around the dining area before helping himself to coffee from a silver pot on the sideboard. With the suite’s expensive draperies, crystal chandeliers, gilt mirrors, bronze sculptures and original oil paintings, he looked quite at home. Beyond the drawing room and through the door you could see a bed big enough for any self‑ respecting oligarch and a couple of mistresses. Or hookers.

‘I mean, just because she might have shagged Bekim doesn’t mean he knew anything about her. Since when did that make you responsible for the rest of someone’s life? ’

He stared out of the window but his temper was not assuaged by the fine view of the Acropolis and Constitution Square. I didn’t blame Vik for being upset. The Greek constitution and its poorly functioning legal system was depressing. I was feeling upset myself but not about our catch‑ 22 situation in Athens so much as what had happened back in London. Bekim’s girlfriend, Alex, had taken an overdose of cocaine the previous night and was now at Chelsea and Westminster Hospital where her condition was officially described as ‘poor’.

‘Your policemen, ’ Vik asked our buxom lawyer. ‘What are they like? ’

‘What he means is can they be bought? ’ asked Phil.

‘Exactly, so, ’ said Vik. ‘Well, why not? This is a heavily indebted country in its seventh year of recession. According to the annual Corruption Perceptions Index this country is the most corrupt country in the EU. ’

Dr Christodoulakis shifted uncomfortably on her large backside.

‘Ordinarily I might answer yes, ’ she said carefully. ‘But with two government ministers involved, and the press already invested in the story, the possibilities for a miza or a fakelaki... ’ She glanced at the bag carrier.

‘A backhander, ’ said Nikos.

She nodded. ‘They are limited. For such a public case it would not be wise for anyone to take a backhander. But even if you did manage to bribe the investigating police officers you should also be aware that the Greek police are not to be trusted. They’re closely related to the Golden Dawn – right‑ wing neo‑ Nazis. ’

‘I don’t see that their politics matter very much, ’ said Phil. ‘A bent fascist can be just as useful as a bent communist. ’

Toby Westerman put his hands over his ears theatrically, and managed to look like one of the three wise monkeys. ‘I don’t think I should be listening to this kind of talk, ’ he said.

‘Rubbish, ’ said Phil. ‘What do you think the Germans have been doing since the beginning of the recession? They’ve been bribing the Greek government not to bring down the whole edifice of the EU temple. When the European Central Bank is involved a very large bribe is called a bail‑ out. ’

Vik laughed.

‘You’ve met him, Scott, ’ he said. ‘This Greek Chief Inspector. What was your impression of him? ’ He looked at Dr Christodoulakis and grinned. ‘Our manager, Mr Manson, knows all about bent cops, let me tell you. Being an ex‑ con you might say he’s an expert on the subject. Isn’t that right? ’

I answered politely – more politely than the abbreviated biography Vik had just given of me might have led the two Greek lawyers to expect. ‘It was my impression that Varouxis is a man who takes his responsibilities very seriously. And in spite of the sheer bloody inconvenience of what he had to tell me, he struck me as a fair sort of man. ’

It all seemed a very long way from football; and I thought I’d better try to fix that since it was the only thing I really knew about.

‘He even went to the trouble of telling me that he’s a Panathinaikos fan which means he holds no love for Olympiacos. He didn’t have to do that. And he could have given us the bad news before the match last night. The fact that he didn’t speaks for itself. And don’t let’s forget this: it’s not just Chelsea we have ahead of us but Olympiacos again, at home: the second leg of our Champions League match, next week. The Chelsea game can be postponed. I imagine Richard Scudamore is already expecting your call, Phil. But the situation with UEFA is going to be harder to fix. If we can’t play the home leg against Olympiacos then we stand a good chance of going out of the competition at the first hurdle. ’

‘Christ, yes, ’ said Phil. ‘He’s right, Vik. Just to stay in the Champions League is worth anything up to fifty million quid. ’

Vik nodded. ‘At the very least, ’ he said, ‘I think we need to know what the police know. Can this be done? ’ He was looking at Dr Christodoulakis now.

‘Yes, ’ she said. ‘I’m sure we can find out what they know and what they manage to find out. That much is possible. My instincts tell me that the dead girl’s the key to everything. The more we know about her the greater the possibility that we can find someone who knows what happened to her in the moments that led up to her death, which might put your team in the clear. You might consider posting signs around Piraeus and the Marina Zea where her body was found, offering a small reward for information about the dead woman. You’re right about one thing, Mr Sokolnikov. In Greece money doesn’t just talk; it shouts in a voice of thunder from the top of Mount Olympus. ’

The GADA – the Attica General Police Directorate – was immediately across the road from Apostolos Nikolaidis, where we parked our fleet of cars. Bedecked in Panathinaikos’s shamrock green, the stadium looked as if it belonged in Glasgow or Belfast. After Silvertown Dock and the Karaiskakis Stadium, the AN Stadium was a bit of a third‑ world ruin; to say that it had seen better days was something of an understatement. On the crumbling walls were the mainly English slogans of Panathinaikos, Last End Fan Club, Mad Boys Since 1988, Victoria 13, East End Alcoholics, and crudely painted scenes celebrating the club’s former glory, daubed years before by naï ve, inexpert hands. It was hard to believe that these ‘mad boys’ could be the descendants of the proud Athenians who had built the Parthenon.

‘Jesus Christ, ’ exclaimed Phil. ‘What a slum. ’

‘Isn’t it? ’ said Vik. ‘Reminds me of home. Kiev, not London. ’

‘No wonder they hate Olympiacos, ’ said Phil.

But seeing it had given me an idea.

‘I’ve been thinking more about what we were discussing with Dr Olga What’s‑ her‑ face, ’ I said as we crossed the busy main road where another car was now depositing our new lawyer and her bag‑ carrier.

‘Christodoulakis, ’ said Phil.

‘If the lawyers’ and doctors’ strikes last for any length of time, ’ I said, ‘we’re going to need a plan of how to make the best of things here, in Athens. The longer we stay in Greece the bigger the problem we’re going to have keeping our lads in check. ’

‘You’re the boss, ’ said Phil. ‘Team discipline is down to you, Scott. Hand out a few fines. Kick a few backsides. Remind them that they’re diplomats for English football and all that crap. ’

‘I don’t think that’s the right way to handle it, ’ I said. ‘We may need to offer them a diversion. In case these bastard government ministers and police lieutenant generals prove to be as intransigent as the Chief Inspector I met last night. And I want your backing if I suggest it. ’

Toby Westerman and Dr Christodoulakis joined us in front of the GADA building as I outlined my idea.

‘Of course we’ll need to get permission from UEFA. And perhaps Vik will have to put his hand in his pocket. From the look of this place they could use a couple of new turnstiles. But I was thinking that perhaps we could strike some sort of a deal with Panathinaikos to treat their ground as the home fixture for next week’s match. ’

‘You mean us? Play in there? ’ Phil laughed. ‘I hope they’ve all had their injections. ’

‘Sure, why not? And we could even let the Greens have the gate. What’s the capacity of a place like this? Fifteen, twenty thousand? Looking at this place I bet they could use the money. The important point is that we know that, whatever happens, we’re going to have a return match against Olympiacos. I can keep the team all pointed the same direction: towards training sessions at Apilion, just like before; followed by a match here next Wednesday night. ’

‘That might work, ’ agreed Vik. ‘What do you think, Phil? ’

He nodded. ‘If we’re stuck here for any length of time it might be our only chance of remaining in the Champions League. It might even assist us in building some local support on our side. ’

‘I hope it doesn’t come to that, ’ I said. ‘But we ought to have a plan, just in case we’re stuck here. And I’ll bet this culture and athletics minister will be just the person to help us make it happen. We should be ready to take advantage of his willingness to help while we have him. It might not be so easy to get hold of him again. He might go on strike. Or get voted out of government. ’