“You’ve got to learn to survive a defeat. That’s when you develop character.”
Upon reflecting on the 2010-11 season I don’t think any United fan could be disappointed. Winning the league and with it becoming the most successful domestic side in England. At the start of the season claiming that 19th title would undoubtedly been at the forefront of the minds of United fans and certainly topping their wish list for the season. So coming into the Champions League final for the last game of this historic season had the feel of a bonus, albeit a massive, huge bonus! Claiming a fourth Champions League would have been the perfect end to the season at the ground where Sir Matt made history in 1968. Sadly it wasn’t to be.
We set out for Wembley early on the Saturday taking the train down to London then hopping on various tube routes to get to Wembley. London was awash with both United and Barca fans. The Catalan supporters providing a contrast in colours and noise. Once we’d got down around Wembley the noise got greater as shouts of “Red Army” signalled the continuing arrival of the travelling reds into the tube station. Barca fans were also around and in full voice with plenty of good hearted banter and songs being exchanged. Rather than try and get into any of the bars around the area (as this was practically impossible!) we settled on the same embankment as we had occupied for the FA Cup Semi final. The weather was certainly not as bright as that day but the intermittent bouts of rain did little to dampen the spirits of the MUFC Faithful nor the Barca contingent…probably used to seeing warmer days in May than what greeted them in London!
United were facing arguably the greatest club side in recent memory with a team that despite it’s accomplishments this season had been rubbished in the media more than a few times. There was a strange feeling amongst our group. Could we win this game? It’s just ninety minutes after all. The discussion went on, the positives and negatives, and potential line up’s discussed over a few drinks and some handily supplied chips. We made our way up Wembley Way and into the ground once the confusion and chaos at the turnstiles was safely navigated. I can’t say I’m a great fan or lover of Wembley Stadium and its set up, it’s a little too clinical for me and doesn’t have the feeling of many of the older club stadiums that echo with tradition. Once we’re into the stands the nerves start to set in as the enormity of the game finally sets in…. (More …)