As I said last night, I refuse to fork out six quid to watch the once great Manchester United get hammered at the City of Manchester stadium.
I was there at the City ground in Nottingham West Bridgford when Mark Robins scored the all-important goal in the FA Cup Third round January 1990. That led on to winning the FA Cup that year, and the European Cup Winners Cup in 1991. A League cup victory in 1992 was scant consolation for throwing away the League Championship to Leeds in 1992, but a wonderful night at Selhurst Park when we won, and heard that Aston Villa hadn't, making the championship an almost tangible near-certainty and heralding the era of drinking champagne out of Manchester United mugs.
The Double in 1994, double-runners-up in 1995, double double in 1996, Champions in 1997. The glorious glorious treble in 1999, heralding a hat-trick of consecutive championships. We are the reigning champions. But...
That thud you hear is the sound of heads rolling.
14 years of hope and glory.
Now it's back to the Eighties.
It's been fun.
