Years ago U****d were in a Wembley Cup Final and on the Saturday morning down in Greenwich Village three rags in rag shirts asked me if i knew a pub that would be showing the game. It was 10 minutes to ten local time, so 3 p.m. kick-off was near. I gave them exact directions that would have brought them to the banks of the Hudson River in about 20 minutes, so with luck they'd have missed at least the first half.