Anyone who has heard me stumble my way through the Sportsound 'trails' on the programme will probably be somewhat surprised to find that I spent yesterday afternoon at Old Trafford.
It's not the first time I've been in a football stadium - there's just not been much football on when I've been there. Prince at Celtic Park, Sinatra at Ibrox and U2 at Hampden are about the only times I have sat on the terraces and cheered.
I was in Manchester visiting my godson who comes from a family of massive Man Utd fans. Then again it seems the whole city is. Even the priest at the local church was making jokes about Rooney and Rio Ferdinand!
There are thousands of adults who have taken an 8 year old to the football, but I suspect I might be the first adult to be taken to the football by an 8 year old.
I know as much about the the Premiership as Barry Ferguson knows about the Booker Prize, but Alexander passed on his expert knowledge, and his enthusiasm for the game rubbed off on me. I loved it.
I wish I hadn't let him talk me into the 'meat and potato pie' though. I would have thought that the name would have been a clue to the content and it might have contained something resembling actual meat. Silly me.
Mind you, if they had been honest and marketed them as 'soggy pastry shells filled with a lukewarm, unidentifable grey sludge' they wouldn't sell many.
