This is a tough one for me for reasons far beyond football. McTominay's two late goals against Brentford wound up being the two last two United goals my dad got to see, which meant his last memories as a United supporter were happy ones. My first game without my dad was against Sheffield United (the day after he died, as luck would have it), and McTominay opened the scoring in that one; the goal simultaneously ripped my heart out (I'd never reacted to a goal with violent sobs before) and helped it heal a tiny bit. I actually wrote the club afterwards, to say thank you for the role it's played in my dad's and my relationship and for McTominay for giving him that final wonderful moment, and they sent a signed picture - it has pride of place on the bookshelf behind my desk. As a great man once said: football - bloody hell.