Ole Gunnar Solskjaer shielded his eyes from the floodlights and peered up into the directors’ box. He located his family and blew kisses in their direction.
Two days after the first anniversary of his famous Champions League win over Paris Saint-Germain, this felt like another special occasion.
Manchester City vanquished for the third time this season, Old Trafford bouncing. It must have felt like old times for the Norwegian.
Solskjaer had feared the worst to the last; that City, like Liverpool in October, would finally break United’s resistance and snatch a late equaliser.