This game was the first ever football league game for United in 1970. I was shaking with nervous anxiety and anticipation a full week before.

There have been many meetings since.

Now i am not even going. Even if the club was run by normal people, not political activists, there would be a fifty fifty chance of not going.

Lets put it this way, if i found a gold ingot in the street, i would be delighted, if the streets were paved with gold, i would walk by.

If there is too much of something, it loses its value, less is more. Having said that, what can possibly happen that i havent witnessed many many times before?

Football is nothing more than passing time, winning and losing is pointless. What does it achieve? Pretend points, a sense of superiority? Which is quickly eradicated by the next game.

What would be good is United getting five men sent off, and three carted off with injuries, and Lincoln winning 23-0.

Or Jezebel Ironside being beamed up by an alien spacecraft...... Sam Smith playing dressed as a ballet dancer.

All aged people finally realise the truth of life.......

Sophia of Oznebrida.