Season 2005-06 Result
Manchester United 2-0 Newcastle United
 W.Rooney 8,
 W.Rooney 12.
Date: 12/03/2006  Venue: Old Trafford  Competition: Premiership
Crowd: 67,858
Match Report Submitted on 14/03/2006 by Smike
The Theatre of Dreams?

I’ll never forget that feeling when the ball hit the back of the net when Shearer scored at Old Trafford against Sheffield United to send us to a cup final for the first time since 1976…… and didn’t we party?

League wise Old Trafford hasn’t been the best of grounds for us over the years. Nevertheless, we were full of optimism as I collected Roy, Chrissy and Craig from Brandon, and then Johnny.
During the journey, rather than ponder the fact that we hadn’t won there since 1972, they’d only lost once at home all season and had begun to play pretty well at the moment, we focussed on our recent form since Roeder has taken over. We agreed that the players are enjoying their football at the moment with both Nobby and Charlie much happier playing wider. Indeed N’Zogbia seems to be linking very well with Babayaro who also seems to have a new lease of life since Sourmess left and is probably playing the best he’s ever played for The Toon. Coupled with the fact that Boumsong is improving, albeit slightly, and Parker and Emre are forging a great looking partnership and Elliott has been a very effective replacement for Bramble, we concluded that there was no reason why we couldn’t beat Manure on their own turf.
The snow in Durham was pretty bad as we left but seemed to clear as we headed south on the A1. That was until we got onto the M62. As we started to climb towards Saddleworth we hit a blizzard. The atmosphere in the car changed as we contemplated not getting there in time for kick off as the snow fall became very heavy. The windscreen wash froze as the temperature dropped to - 5° and we were restricted to under 10 mph. It took us nearly 40 mins to do 5 miles before we eventually came across a snowplough and the weather finally started to clear. We still had enough time to take the wrong turning off the M60 which took us on a mystery tour of Sale, Altringham and Cheadle, nearly culminating on the runway of Manchester airport. Chrissy was cock-a-hoop as he was sure he spotted the block of flats from the start of Shamless.! We eventually got to Old Trafford in time to meet the twins, Gary and Luke prior to kick off, Dirk arrived later.
The Toon looked good for the first 7 or 8 minutes, picking up where we’d left off during the last few games. We were chasing, tackling and pressuring them whenever they had the ball. Boumsong looked right up for it as he clattered Saha with his best tackle in a Toon shirt: he then completely spoiled it by apologising! We had a great chance within the first few minutes and could have taken the lead. However on 8 mins Ramage played a back pass that the whole of our section begged him not to play as the danger was very evident from the stands. Rooney said ‘thank you very much’, 1-0 to them. Things got worse on 12 mins when ‘always a blue’ then out-muscled Ramage to fire them 2-0 up and signify game over. This encouraged the Toon fans to find other sources of entertainment.
The predictable ‘We hate Cockneys’ was followed by ‘Reo for rehab’ which brought a gesture from the man himself. This prompted ‘Reo is a smackhead’ and ‘You should’ve pi$$ed in the bottle’. We had a good spell in at the start of the second half but never really looked like scoring as Manure squandered chance after chance. Rooney could have had a double hat-trick, the worst miss being after he rounded Given and hit the post with an open goal beckoning. Ronaldo followed suit at he skied a freekick that must have cleared the bar by about 20 feet. Given then made 2 superb saves as Manure could easily have had a hatful. Bowyer, Dyer and Luque replaced Shola, Nobby and N’Zogbia but Manure still regularly hit us on the break. The entertainment soon reverted back to the terraces with chants of ’60,000 muppets’ and ‘We support our local team’ which brought about a very animated response from one particular Manure fan in the adjacent section which continued for about 3 mins until the stewards told him to sit down. He then left about 5 before the end to ‘taxi for London’. Needless to say he didn’t see the funny side.

Elliott had another reasonable game as a stand-in centre half but it’s really difficult to establish any major plus points as we really were lucky to escape a hammering.

Fortunately the journey home was uneventful in comparison to going. After a quick stop off at Garforth to re-fuel (larger, not petrol) we compared how much we all despised Manure: still can’t forgive them for 1995-96, never will I suppose.