I lived through this season a true United fan, and at every dramatic turn throughout the season - sendings off, late comebacks (so, so many of those), 1-0 victories that felt like thrashings, injuries that threatened to derail the impetus that the team had gained in the run-up to those 3 fateful games in late April & early May & and numerous other seemingly insurmountable obstacles that were unsurprisingly mounted, I believe I never really lost faith, but was as surprised and justified in my faith mere seconds after Old Gunner Solskjaer stuck out his leg to tickle in that winning goal from Sheringham's deft flick, as anyone else who followed United on their journey to the promised land ever could be. Or ever was. Or ever still is. Because that season - except for maybe 2012/13 - stands for me as the epitome of bravery, tactical acumen, some (hell, A LOT) little luck and an alignment of the stars of the footballing Gods' firmament, that beautifully coalesced into a warm May evening in Barcelona, in possibly the grandest of stadiums outside of Old Trafford in The Nou Camp where everything came together nicely. Very nicely indeed in fact.
I slept in my United shirt that night, still wearing it hours after the final whistle had blown and even contemplated wearing it to work the next day. A reluctant common sense prevailed. But spiritually it was under my clothes the next day, and for months afterwards.
This book brought back some minute details I had forgotten, about the less well-remembered games and events of that season, the memories flooding back for me, and Daniel Harris told it in a wry and humorous way, all the time displaying an abundance of love and respect for his - and my - heroes in red.
I have the DVD of that season, but somehow images and goals alone don't tell a complete story, and this book serves as a great accompaniment to what was at the time, and still remains, a season to end all seasons, for the drama and the rapture and the love and the pure joy that infused those invested in its outcome, for years after.
Quite possibly the best account of that halcyon season told from a fan's viewpoint with an eye for the comical insight and the sardonic put-down befitting the humour and tradition of all red Mancunians.
Time, I think to watch the DVD again.