thurs 25/4/57 the day started of shit,dad (blue sh*te)said i couldn't go cos i had skool next day(tell by the spelling i didn't miss much..haha),but after crying into mums skirt(onions do have a use)dad relented,unc duly came home (by then i was at grans)i'd got his scarf ready,mine was still round my neck trying to hide the dye from the last game,(this bob hat is starting to smell,not combed my hair for 5 days(bob hat hadn't been off(it's lucky)))and off we go,being fanatics (4 games) our habits were getting normal,pub-bus-train-goose bumps-pub,but tonight felt special not just that little tingly feeling you get walking down warwick rd but...expectation...your feet want to walk faster than ever,and everything just....well just is..this is european night,...and then it hit me as we were in front of the scoreboard end along came a group of spaniards dressed as bullfighters and the women all done up in spanish dressess,(one actually tickled me under the chin(my god utd fan,boozer and now a womaniser))anyway off into the ground box ready(behind the nets) and waiting the team news came up..wood, foulkes,byrne,colman,blanchflower,edwards,berry,whelan,taylor,charlton,pegg(he was my mate he spoke to me once...did i tell you)it was afull house 65000 and all of a sudden there was an almighty roar,utd and real came out,my god this great side actually looked ultra professional,they beat most teams before they kicked off just by the look of them, i'd never seen a team(after all by then i'd seen 5 teams i'm a pro fan..haha.)that scared you just by looking at them,it was the kit no baggy shirts ,no baggy shorts,boots that shone and hair all greased back(they were spanish what did you expect).it was soon obvious not only did they look good ,they were.they were soon 2-0 up,but being me i thought we were leading them in to a false sense of security(we weren't)and although we pulled it back to 2-2,(charlton and taylor scored)we were never really going to win,one funny moment was one utd player(not sure who)got injured in real area near the touchline utd had a corner so was trying to get the injured player off,real players kept dragging him back on(to slow the game down and run down the clock)and ther was an handbags at 2 paces fight.(unheard of in them days as such),anyway after a football lesson(on the train going home) it made me think how could we beat this great real side(and they were great)..easy, if i played as a wing half and my mate from school(who'd scored 6 at school dinner break)( but i still say to this day one went over the coats and not between))....."come on wake up its our stop ,school tommorrow...yes planning my strategy,(am i busby or edwards..(manager or player))...what a great night .still seeing that all white strip when i was dozing off in bed....THEN IT HIT ME WE DIDN'T WIN COS WE PLAYED IN RED SHORTS SO WE DIDN'T CLASH WITH REAL.......the cheating bast..zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz