An otherwordly experience at Old Trafford

Whenever I drive towards work, and the stadium comes into view like a giant citadel or cathedral, it never ceases to lift my mood.

The scene of so many glorious moments as a Manchester United fan, afternoons and nights that could never be repeated anywhere else in the world.

Sometimes, due to logistical issues, there would be a need to remain in our nearby office while the game was played out and, as you could hear the shouts rising from the stadium, it was pure agony. Having had to endure a rather long commute on each occasion, I felt like Michael Collins must have done on the successful Apollo mission to the Moon in 1969 (he was the guy who had to wait in orbit while his colleagues were…