We were playing at home v QPR circa 1996/7 and I was walking up Shudehill (where I lived) to have a pre-match booze in The Hare and Hounds.,A minibus pulled over and asked me for directions to Old Trafford. It was full of kids and adults from 3 families over from Ireland who were doing various bits of sightseeing. “If you give me a lift I’ll take you straight there. 25 minutes and a quick blast down Upper Brook Street later, I was happily ensconced in The Huntsman.
“If you take the next right, it’s called “Claremont Rd”, the ground’s just on your left.”
“Cheers mate.”
“You’re fucking welcome.”