Blue moon over Manchester after tectonic plates shift

One of the earliest and most hard-earned lessons I learned in the playground as a young football neophyte was that there was no team called Manchester.

An older, wiser head — I’m guessing he would have been, oh, at least eight or nine — never hesitated to put me straight when, at the outset of my enthusiastic but stumbling apprenticeship, I repeatedly slipped up and betrayed my ignorance.