**peeks round the door and wonders if it safe to venture in for a quick celebratory alcopop**
Seriously though, I stopped following football with any kind of interest a few years ago now, ironically because money was spoiling the game and pride in wearing the shirt for club and [moreso] country seemed to have vanished.
However, way back when I was a teen, I was season ticket holder at Maine Rd and old habits die very hard so I am normally found sneaking a peek at the results a few times a week, even if I cba following every kick [on and off the pitch]
...and here's the irony, I of course couldn't help a small giggle of delight at todays results against the old enemy.
However, as someone that met Sir Alex regularly, albeit in passing [MUFC held their fuel accounts at a petrol station attached to and owned by a certain well know motoring retail/fastfit depot I was manager of] during his early days at OT and was always treated to his glum face and almost non-existant manners in the course of my job, I have never found him an endearing character, but full marks to him today for being gracious in defeat. I fully expected a barrage of complaints about the referee and anything else he could think of, when I arrived home to the news that they had been well and truly stuffed. However, he might want to remind Wayne Rooney that comments such as his post-charity shield ones are best left unsaid, because as a certain K Keegan will confirm, they can so often come back to bite you firmly on the ass!