Old Trafford regular Ben recalls the floodgates opening against Martin O'Neill's men…
I was feeling really anxious before kick-off. There were just seven games to go in the title race, but this was one of our trickiest fixtures.
The weather didn't help my pre-match mood. It had been chucking it down all day and living in Gorton at the time, I had caught a bus into town and then walked to Old Trafford. I was absolutely drenched by the time I got there.
Happily, everything clicked on the pitch. Evra, Ronaldo - who started the scoring with that incredible backheel - and Rooney were brilliant and the attacking football was as good as I’ve known it. Villa didn't fold, we just obliterated them while the rain hammered down.
I'd sat in this particular seat in North Stand several times and hadn’t always agreed with the guy who was usually behind me. But that day, we jumped up and down together. Watching the game, you sensed we were on the verge of something very special.
It was still pouring down as I made my way out of the ground, but I didn't care. I was just buzzing off the great game I’d just seen.