The result was no surprise. I doubt there is a better team in the world right now than Manchester City, and the team that I have supported since I was 8 years old, though somewhat improved in the past year, was never going to be a serious obstacle on City’s road to securing the Treble. And so it proved to be. We were beaten 2-1 by a much better team and, quite frankly, the scoreline flattered us. The gulf in quality between the old rivals was there for everyone to see.

But it was a great day nonetheless. My first ever F.A. Cup final. The first time these two teams had ever met in the final. Only my second visit to Wembley Stadium. A wonderful spectacle in early summer sunshine enjoyed by two sets of the most partisan fans you could ever hope to meet. I felt very fortunate to be there, and even the disappointing result could not change that.