What made tonking them all that much sweeter was the fact that Ferguson had spent a fucking fortune and we had more or less the same team that had won promotion. Also IIRC they'd beaten Arsenal on the opening day when full kit wanker Knighton was on the pitch ball juggling and then just as now they were already bigging themselves up. The beautiful sight of a near desolate Platt Lane with the remaining few giving a pathetic rendition of "Fergie Out" will be a memory I will forever cherish. I also recall the Kippax with the highly sarcastic "You couldn't take the North Stand" after a few rags got filled in a few minutes into the game. A truly magical day all around.