Monaco G.P.

So where were we?
Ah yes, Monaco.
On one of my trips to London I met this really nice gentleman, who told me he worked for Ferrari F1 somewhere on the outskirts of London.
He showed me his credentials and everything and was a lot of laughs telling stories and jokes of stuff that happened within the F1 team.
He then told me and my colleagues if there was anything he could do for us to which I immediately answered: Can you get me tickets to Monaco? :)
He laughed and said that yes he could, he could get 4 tickets.
Now that’s manna from heaven!
A few weeks later I was in London and he stopped by my hotel with a bag filled with Ferrari merchandise such as T-shirts, Polos, flags and the like.
Amazing stuff for a tiffosi like me and the tickets were taken care of, he assured.
We kept talking occasionally and one day he tells me that instead of 4 he could only get me two tickets.
Ok….
Two is exactly the number of people who are taking cars, the other two are colleagues of mine who were flying over to Nice to see the GP with us.
Ok, get me those two tickets and I’ll still be a happy man.
"No problem. I'll send them over to you next week."
Next week came and went and no tickets arrived.
I call him, and he politely apologizes for not having sent them yet but he’ll do it this very day.
No tickets arrived.
Then, a month from the 23rd of May (around 20th of April) I start calling him and he never answers.
I send a few texts and he doesn’t reply.
I call again and again to no extent.
I talk to my friend and we decide it’s best to forget about Monaco since there’s no certainty about the tickets.
Reluctantly and sadly we admit it’s the right thing to do.
The Monaco G.P. has been the culprit of Formula 1 racing for me since I was a little boy, and it would be a dream come true to watch live, and (as I was promised) visit the Ferrari Paddock on Saturday.
It’s still not going to be this year though.
I haven’t heard from the Ferrari gentleman since….