The roar of the crowd. The sea of red. The beer….oh my goodness the smelll of the beer.
I was a tween when I was taken to Manchester United. I had my red woolly scarf. I don’t remember eating food at the game. But the roar of the crowd is an abiding memory.
Loud doesn’t begin to describe the noise level at Old Traffford.
Seizing family time one dinner…game night…movie at a time.
