It has been a long time since I last went to a football match. It's one of the things I never get round to doing, not to mention the difficulty of getting a ticket at Premiership games, where you can't just turn up and expect to buy one on the day. But by an unexpected turn of events last Thursday evening, I found myself watching Manchester United host the mighty Danish team of Midtjylland at Old Trafford. For whatever reason, whether the Europa League is not all that popular, especially when the fans expect better things of United, and are feeling particularly frustrated by their current run of form, there were many empty seats, and my son and I did indeed manage to get in.
It was quite an experience, despite the bitter cold, and lack of food (only because I couldn't be bothered fighting through the crowds for the sake of a hot pie). The roar of the crowd, the excitement on the pitch, the goals thundering into the back of the net. The chips on the way home.
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