The day after Manchester United clinched the Premier League title at Middlesbrough’s Riverside stadium it was a Bank Holiday. I spent it strolling nonchalantly in the sun down by the Riverside at Richmond, with my wife and daughter, wearing my old ’92-93 Champions T-shirt. It was a satisfying feeling knowing all that effort and commitment through the season had paid off. It was as if I’d done all the hard work myself.
But even as I basked in the warm spring weather my thoughts turned to the FA Cup Final, trained in the United manner to forget the last trophy and think of the next…
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