My optimism coming into the weekend was more focused on Gillette Stadium on Friday evening. In fact, I almost went to the game. After all, the Impact looked like they were turning the corner and visiting a venue that in the past, had been reasonably kind.
I was much less looking forward to Saturday, watching Manchester United, one of two clubs I’ve supported fanatically since boyhood. As it happened, they also were on their travels. But just a few miles up the road, at all-conquering City. And here was the real nightmare scenario: lose and you hand your bitter rivals the English Premier League Title, while all us Reds, would be forced to watch the party, noses rubbed firmly in the dirt.