I'm walking home from Old Trafford early this evening. When I'm somewhat over half way there, two guys cross the road and ask if I can tell them how to get to Palatine Road. Yep, I can; that's where I'm headed myself, but it's still a way to go, a mile and a half maybe. They're wearing the colours, so I know they've also been to the game. But they don't know Manchester. Where are they from? Dublin. Came just for the game? Yes. That's love.
A good game to have chosen, I say. Damn right.