simonhch
Horrible boss
It was different times. I was at Uni that year, and English’s teams had had a paucity of success in Europe for ages, not least because of the five year Heysel ban. United had won the cup winners cup a few years previously, and were really English trailblazers in Europe at that time.
The student union was full of fans from all over the country, only a small portion were actual United fans, but it felt like everyone there was supporting United; because it meant more than just tribalistic glory, it was the return of English football to the international summit after years in the wildnerness. I’ll always remember when that winning goal went in, it was like being surrounded by hundreds of United fans, everyone went crazy, fans from all clubs. It just couldn’t happen today. It was fecking magical.
I hadn’t spoken to my Dad for nearly ten years at that point, but that goal, that treble, it was the beginning of a brief reunion between us before he died, for which I will be forever grateful. Football isn’t always just football. It can mean so much more.
The student union was full of fans from all over the country, only a small portion were actual United fans, but it felt like everyone there was supporting United; because it meant more than just tribalistic glory, it was the return of English football to the international summit after years in the wildnerness. I’ll always remember when that winning goal went in, it was like being surrounded by hundreds of United fans, everyone went crazy, fans from all clubs. It just couldn’t happen today. It was fecking magical.
I hadn’t spoken to my Dad for nearly ten years at that point, but that goal, that treble, it was the beginning of a brief reunion between us before he died, for which I will be forever grateful. Football isn’t always just football. It can mean so much more.