I shan’t bore you with too many details from the morning encounter which was a mere starter ahead of the main course. Suffice to say it was hardly a classic, most second touches were tackles and the game was ultimately decided by a scruffy penalty. But nevertheless it was still a win.
Victorious, showered and changed, we then piled into our cars and sped off towards the Britannia. When we arrived, about half an hour before kick off, the atmosphere was already building. There’s nothing like watching United away - everywhere we go it’s a cup final for the home team and Sunday was no different.
From kick-off to final whistle, the United fans were magnificent, easily out-singing the home crowd who claim to be the noisiest in the Premier League. ‘Where’s your famous atmosphere?’ was one of many chants belted out by the Red Army, and past greats George Best, Eric Cantona, Ronaldo and even ‘Jip’ Jaap Stam were all honoured.
On Sunday it was time for a new hero to shine. Javier Hernandez, aka Chicharito, stole the show with a magnificent double. The Red Army celebrated his instinctive first with verve, the second even more so. There was an outpouring of joy, relief, excitement and passion.
As we celebrated Chico’s winner, so did his team-mates right in front of us. Rio in particular showed just how much the players care, how passionate they are, and how much this result could mean as he screamed in unison with the fans and tugged the badge on his chest.
Come the final whistle there was only one chant heard as nearly 3,000 travelling fans lauded our match-winner. ‘Chico, Chico, Chico…’ we belted out enthusiastically, and the Meixcan marched off beaming from ear to ear.