True story
My dad died a fortnight before the 6-1. It was an international break and his funeral was the day before the Villa game the following week.
I was overcome with grief, but I had a ticket for the swamp and everyone told me that my dad would have wanted me to go. After all, he was a big blue and attended the 1956 FA Cup Final.
We weren’t kept-in after the final whistle and knowing that United don’t do gallows humour, I was quick to blend-in amongst the neanderthals and day trippers.
I jumped on a packed bus near the cricket ground. It was like a morgue and the silence was only broken when a Jim McDonald lookalike turned to me and uttered in a broad Belfast accent.
“Christ I’ve been coming here since 1978 and I’ve never seen us concede 5 before"
I was tempted to suggest that he still hadn’t, but my thoughts were interrupted by the bloke in front who enquired”
“Shit, did City get a 5th?”
I looked to the heavens and smiled.
At moments like that you believe in God