My blog offering today was going to be about the derby. Like many commentators, I'd had my pre-match meal, worked out my Premier League accumulator and plugged in my microphone. I was ready like a coiled spring.
All the anticipation in the world... and we got a game of chess rather than a football match. So instead of listing a load of "disappointed-with-the-game-yet-happy-with-a-point" adjectives, I'm going to write about something different: Ole Gunnar Solskjaer. I'm a big fan of the Norwegian and am sad to see him leave the club.
I remember when I first met Ole. He was funny, humble and focused. You could see the determination etched on his baby face. He wanted to succeed (which back then meant getting fit to play again). I interviewed him when he retired and he was emotional but sensible. He knew he had a chance to reestablish himself in football and put that intelligence into play as the boss. He was grateful for the opportunity but admitted apprehension. He admits a lot. That's his way.
In a world where some fans feel a big void between footballers and reality, Ole's a genuine guy who is all sweetness and light until he wants to make his point – then he makes it. That summed up his playing career too. Many times he found himself on the bench, behind other frontmen in the pecking order. Instead of throwing the toys out the pram, he made his point with his shooting boots. Forest away, anyone?
Now, after over 60 competitive games in charge of the Reserves, he feels it's time to move on. Football's coming home for one of United's most gentlemanly figures. Ole's going back to where his incredible football journey really kicked off. United's loss is Molde's gain, but I have a funny feeling we've not seen the last of him. Good luck Ole.