The plan was: wake up at 2am, watch the game, go back to bed at 5am, wake up at 6.15am in time for work. Simple. Easy. And I’d get enough sleep to be able to function through the day.

Apparently, Manchester United had other plans. I haven’t slept in 17 hours, but I don’t care, WE WON THE CHAMPIONS LEAGUE FINAL!! Scholesy finally has a Champions League winners medal!! VAN DER SAR, OUR SAVIOUR, OUR HERO.

Sir Alex should be deified. Magic vs Machine, and Manchester United have come through proving that you don’t have to be a well-oiled machine to win a trophy. All you need is Sir Alex’s tactical brilliance, a little bit of faith and a touch of destiny.

Purpose? Damn straight we had one. We did it for Sir Bobby and the rest of the Busby Babes, both surviving and departed. If only Sir Matt and Jimmy Murphy were alive to see this, they could see the legacy they left behind following their struggle to pick up the pieces after the crash. You can’t win with kids? Sir Matt thought you could, and so did Sir Alex.

Ryan Giggs, thank you for so many years of service. We love your forever and ever and e-VAH.

Seems to be all the haters come out right after we clinch the Premiership trophy. Last season it was, “Dear god please don’t let it be Chelsea again!! It can be Manchester United for all we cared!!”

At the end of this season, the following have come out of the woodwork once again:

• ABUs*
• Gunners who know jack about their own team but lash out at other teams (sorry, Spurs)
• Disgruntled Scousers

*Anything But United

Seriously, where are the other London teams to help back me up on the, “Dear god please don’t let it be Chelsea!”? Okay, I suppose it’s just one Gunner who doesn’t know anything about their own team, but where are the rest? No reps from White Hart Lane? Upton Park? Anyone? Bueller?

Thank goodness for small favours I suppose. Colleague #1 is a Manchester United fan, only because it’s the default setting in her household (thank you, Colleague #1’s husband), so I am not alone. Being overheard conversing about football though, makes me very uncomfortable. Someone from another department stopped by my cubicle and started the conversation with, “I heard you and L talking about the games on Sunday, you a Manchester United fan?”

I remained polite, soft spoken (believe me, this default setting comes in handy) and nonchalant, because I just found it so strange that someone at work (who isn’t Colleague #1) wants to talk about football. And calls it soccer at that too. Makes my head explode.

Either way, yay for trophy!! They played We Are The Champions!! And when the camera/mic swept past Sir Alex, you could hear him singing. It was all sorts of o_O