It is not often you see grown men cry, particularly the sort of shaven-headed burly blokes with tattooed knuckles that tend to follow West Ham, but there are plenty of tears being shed as the Hammers leave Upton Park after 112 years.
A night that began with the Manchester United players sheltering on the floor of the team bus as the vehicle was attacked by bottles and other missiles on its way to the Boleyn Ground ended with Louis Van Gaal’s side crestfallen at having lost control of the race to finish fourth.
With Saturday’s encounter being our last ever London derby at the Boleyn, there was absolutely no way I was going to do the sensible thing and stop indoors to watch the game on the box, despite having been struck down by a debilitating lurgy last week.
Cue TV voiceover. Previously, on Terrace Talk: “One struggles to imagine how we can trouble City. But then one does think of Martial & Rashford’s lingering un-Van Gaal’d ability to do the unexpected. And a flame of hope still burns.”