the pitch, hastening the exit of United’s leaden legged players, most of whom could summon one final burst of energy to dash for dressing room sanctuary. Robson, however, wasn’t so fortunate. Initially surrounded by a couple of supporters, he was soon at the centre of a hundred, carried shoulder-high and unable to do any more than pump a celebratory fist at the adoring Stretford End. “My name was being sung and my back slapped till it hurt,” he said. “But it was one of those nights you dream about and treasure for the rest of your life.” Alas, United's run was halted at the semi-final stage by Juventus, who followed a 1-1 draw at Old Trafford with a 2-1 second leg victory in Turin to progress at the Reds' expense.