But today, in fact a few minutes ago, I was on my journey home from Cheetham Hill visiting a friend of mine, and I was grateful that I didn’t insist on going home by bus – or else I most probably won’t be home by 2 a.m. in the morning. My friend has to worriedly locked the door just to ensure that none of the drunk Manchester United supporters get into our car.
The traffic was horrible with people dancing in the middle of the road shirtless. The bars were crowded, and the queue for the ATM machines are just as long as the queue into the bars and pubs. Never mind those walking in the middle of the street singing and cheering (including those in the cars) as if they have known each other long ago. And of course, Guinness must have made quite a fortune tonight.
Pity all my friends staying in the Hall who have exams tomorrow, I bet they cannot even understand a word they are reading. The noise must be unbearable.
And for me, I’m glad Manchester United wins two titles this season, might re-think of securing a Manchester United shirt soon (printed with Rooney, no doubt).
Manchester United has definitely become a religion of these people.