the pitch is no bigger than any other, it feels that way at first due to the imposing surroundings. I started off at right-back with a simple aim: a touch of the ball. I managed this surprisingly quickly and even managed to find a pass. Not exactly an 80-yard Beckham cross-field floater but a pass nevertheless.
I recalculated my aims and decided I wanted to link up with Denis Irwin. "Denis!" I called when he was in possession. He passed the ball firmly towards me, and then, much to his surprise, I passed it straight back to him. I had just played a one-two with one of United’s finest ever defenders on the pitch at Old Trafford. This man was in the 1999 treble-winning team. I could die happy.
We received nothing by way of tactical instruction but Gary Neville, the opposing team’s skipper, seemed determined to win. When our Finnish midfielder, seemingly a novice, took what was quite clearly a foul throw, Nev was in the referee’s ear appealing. When he was told it was just a bit of fun, he shot back: "It’s not worth playing if we’re not gonna do it properly". It was the authentic Neville experience.
As the game progressed, I moved further up the pitch in a bid to go one better and actually score a goal. On the hour mark I managed a neat one-two and I was one-on-one with the keeper (who happened to be former Premier League striker Dion Dublin). Someone shouted: "Lob him" but that didn’t seem the greatest ploy. Instead, I panicked and blasted it straight at him.
“Richman misses a golden opportunity at Old Trafford.” I've waited 28 years to see words like that in print.
The game ended in an 11-7 defeat for our