I distinctly remember being in the garden on 9th May 2020, during the first lockdown.
It was an absolutely glorious sunny day and I was thinking how utterly 'typical' of the sort of fates that seem to perpetually conspire against us, that we had been denied what would surely have been a superbly memorable occasion of giving United a massive Lane send-off in the final home game of the 19/20 season versus Everton.
Moreover, without the lockdown, and given the drive and focus that we had, I've little doubt that we'd have more than likely have been turning Everton over and securing a European spot.
The fact that there is now a chance that, 12 months of imitation football later, 8,000 or so will be allowed to attend a wake, against sodding Burnley, as we are consigned to second-class football on the back of a fake season of training ground matches, just about sums up the fates that befall this football club.
I may well have a very good chance of a ticket. Frankly, though, in common with many other Blades, I'd prefer to wait until we can all go back and football resumes properly.