So the 26th May rolls around again....
Can it really be 11 years since that magical day in Barcelona?
I arrived in Barca that morning, somewhat hungover, on a sleeper train from Paris to find the hotel we thought we'd booked had no record of us. Cue small panic and cheap and nasty hostel. But who needs accommodation when you can party all night?
So if Michael, Michael senior or John are reading this - what a day, what a night!
For every other red out there, have a great treble day, remember what Sir Matt did for our club and don't let anyone tell you the Glazers have brought us "unparalleled" success.
Do you think Joel and Avram were watching that night?
No. Me neither.