I was going to post last night, but waited to see if we were old farts and not many remembered.
We couldn't get a drink in the square and went down past marks and spencer (which was cleared out of bevvy btw) to pubs further down, but only managed 4/5 pints before jumping on s bus to the stadium. Ok, we were outplayed by Dick's Soldiers and when we got back to Piccadilly Square it looked like the Falls Rd after an easter uprising celebration.
Walking back to our hotel beside the bus station at the Trafford Centre, no taxis would stop for us and one did . Turns out he was an Asian guy from the south side and the sod still took the long road back. By the time we got back the fookin bar was closed - bastards.