Players look like they just want this season over too

I’VE had better days. It took us six hours to get to Old Trafford thanks to a pile up on the M6 then a magical mystery tour over the Pennines courtesy of a sat-nav with a sense of humour.

En route I managed to lose my wallet with a substantial amount of money in it — luckily, or unluckily depending on your viewpoint, my other half had been carrying the tickets. I was hoping we could produce the kind of performance that we had served up against them in the league at the Bridge — but it was evident very quickly this wasn’t going to be our night. Making matters worse United’s app-roach reminded me of what we were like under Mourinho.

They controlled the game throughout. Even when we were in possession, they marshalled us and ensured we rarely became a threat. They worked tirelessly, while we looked ponderous and pedestrian. We appeared a group of strangers and bereft of any ideas.