JOE GANLEY
It is completely tipping it down right here at Outdated Trafford at present, however I could not care much less. Tonight, the Reds are again, and I am simply hours away from standing on the Stretford Finish, massive coat zipped firmly up, prepared to observe Bruno Fernandes lead the lads out onto the hallowed turf. Nothing can match the joy of what is about to come back: all these hopes and fears for the season forward, effervescent slightly below the floor; all of the previous acquainted matchday faces round you, smiling from ear to ear, prepared for an additional rollercoaster trip.
The primary sport of the season is like no different. Every thing appears potential, your desires stay excellent and unspoiled, and also you’re again with the Crimson Military in your second residence. Unbeatable. It may all go to pot (do not point out that Brighton sport 12 months in the past), however let’s depart that for tomorrow and the weeks and months past. We solely get one likelihood to cradle this good, butterfly-inducing first-day buzz. So get pleasure from it, Reds, and, extra importantly, come on United…
