"It's a good job we checked the kick off time isn't it? Otherwise we'd just be getting here." I say to my Canadian Girlfriend as we get on the tram home from FC United's match against Salford City. After such a hard fought victory against the only team to take points from FC this year, the tram is rocking.

Literally.

The 173rd chorus of "Sloop John B." rings out and the celebrations continue. People jump up and down causing the floor of the tram to shake. The fat guy behind me rams his elbow into the window causing it to shudder, shake and be on the verge of falling out.

"Argh, I'm going to have that bloody song as an earworm all week now." My Canadian Girlfriend says as she untangles her hair from the velcro on her coat's hood.

I am mightily impressed by the construction of the tram as it survives "The Twelve Days of Cantona" - the only damage being a light casing falling off its bracket, which was caused by the young kids stood on the seats at the front and banging their hands on the roof of the tram.

We round the corner from Exchange Quay to Pomona, just as the tram starts singing John Denver's "Take me home". I catch a glimpse of Old Trafford, resplendant in the watery winter sun. I start to get emotional and well up.

So far, I think I have dealt well with leaving Old Trafford after 20 years. The time was right to leave, I know that - Glazer, Ferdinand and Sky were constantly giving me reasons to walk away. The irreversable direction top flight football is taking was not one I wanted to go along. And withdrawing my money and support was the only thing I could do to protest against that.

But it's like having a fight with your sister. You know eventually you're gonna be friends again and all will be forgotten and you know that when the fight is over, you'll probably be closer than you've ever been before. You can't stay mad at them forever, even if you fill your time with 'other distractions'. And I want to be 'taken home'. I miss Manchester United.

I'm wandering. I tend to lose my focus when I'm writing and get emotional and upset.

Where was I going?

Oh yes. If anyone has a spare for Sunday's game against Chelsea can they let me know?