Thankfully most did just about make it as the game kicked off, although some wished they hadn't bothered by the time the final whistle blew.

A few changes saw Stewart and McKinlay in the starting line up which raised eyebrows. Thankfully Man Utd were playing most of their reserves and there was no van Nistelrooy, Giggs or Keane.

So how did we do? You could look at it two ways. You could say we did ok and held them pretty much. Or you could say both teams were just bleeding useless and it was a pile of rubbish. City never looked like scoring.

Man Utd had a few chances and Ian Walker was once again the busier goalkeeper and on fine form with the half dozen shots he had to save. Saha turned into Ade a couple of times which was lucky.

A brief period of Man Utd pressure resulted in plenty of stout and panicky defending but eventually the ball whizzed past Walker from none other than G Neville who hadn't scored for 3 bleeding years. Of all the people...

Ronaldo cuased us constant problems down the wing with his pace and neat step overs. And time after time we let him do it. Was no-one marking him? Didn't look like it.

There was a vague shout for a penalty by Leicester from Muzzy at one stage, but 1) you'll be unlikey to get one at OT and 2) he fell over.

Micky's subs were, quite frankly, bizarre. We're sure he had his reasons but...??? Scowy is a waste of space. And why have Gupps and Gillespie on to cross balls in and then have literally not one player up front for them to pass to?

Ben Thatcher played half of the second half with a ballooning face oozing blood, which is what we like to see. Foxes never quit and all that. But apart from that there didn't seem a lot of fight and urgency against a side that was beatable on the night. Do our lads think we're already down?

One to forget.