bed, listen to the BBC World Service’s live feed on my shortwave radio. On Monday nights we’d get a Match of the Day-style round-up of the weekend’s action on television. For the rest of the week, my best mate and I would try to recreate the goals and skills we’d seen, at the small football ground across the road from his house. Invariably, they’d involve Ryan Giggs or Eric Cantona, our favourite players at the time. I distinctly remember copying the (highly cringeworthy) Giggs and Ince goal celebration and, when between the posts, the Schmeichel star jump. On my bedroom wall there were United posters from floor to ceiling, with a small space reserved for the do-it-yourself Shoot! magazine league table, which I’d update thoroughly after each round of fixtures.