A completely knackered United side succumbed to an excellent Gothenburg side as they tragically fell short at the last. Defeated, yet conversely one of the proudest nights of my life on a never to be repeated experience of a European Final in the City of Dundee. Arabs saluted not only the Victors who were deserved winners but the effort of a group of players and their manager who had given everything until there literally was nothing more to give. They played every single possible game available both domestically and in Europe bar one that season, including several replays. But unfortunately a tie against a team that had recently already won the UEFA Cup and had also nearly been in the European Cup Final the year before themselves, was a game too far.

Even in our other, many moments of triumph, I’m not sure I’ve felt Prouder being an Arab.