TERRACE TALK: Man United - Season we landed straight in a cow pat

“If you’re of a certain age, experiencing a traditional boring Sunday afternoon with nothing to do, then the ghost of Tony Hancock in that famous dominical radio episode is never far away.

“Isn’t it marvellous?” would begin another of his exasperated observations upon some dismal aspect of his character’s disappointing life. As I kicked my heels around about 4pm yesterday, during what should have been half-time in United’s climactic league match, I heard his voice.

“Isn’t it marvellous” that even this final tiny masochistic pleasure should’ve been taken away from us - namely 90 sweaty minutes of fretfully watching United labour towards victory whilst desperately listening out for City’s progress, hoping for a miracle. And how typical of this wretched, tedious and ultimately massively anti-climactic league season, that it should end, not with a bang, but a whimper.