I was half-expecting this to be a load of soul-searching about whether or not English football’s sold its soul to Mammon and the extent to which lifelong fans have been pushed out by the prawn sandwich brigade. Instead, it was largely a nostalgia fest about the wondrousness that was 1992/93. I rather enjoyed it, and I’m sure that fellow United fans did too; but I should imagine that everyone else was wondering if they’d tuned into MUTV rather than BBC 2 by mistake :-).
In 1991/92, I was in my last year at school, United hadn’t won the league since 7 years before I was born, and we lost out on the penultimate week of the season to Leeds. That was the last year of the old Football League. In 1992/93, I was in my first year of university, in Birmingham – not the best place to be as United battled it out with Villa for the title. This time, we did it! 26 years of hurt came to an end. Did we care that it was the “Premier League” rather than the “Football League”? No. It was still “the league”. We’d won the league. And that was all that mattered.
I came home from Birmingham for every weekend home match. I’d been going to every home match for years. Did anything change for me in 1992? No. Did, as BBC 2 suggested, anything change for me after Italia ’90 (and don’t get me started on the day I had three GCSE exams on the day of one of England’s group matches)? No.
What about Sky TV? Well, I’d nagged my dad – sorry, Dad – all through the early months of 1990 to get Sky, so that I could watch tennis all year round rather than just for the few weeks of the year when it was shown on the BBC. He’d eventually given in. So, when everyone else rushed to get Sky installed so that they could watch the new Premier League, we’d already got it. So no change there, either. Do I feel that I embarked on a “journey” (why is *everything* a “journey” these days) in 1992, as Alan Shearer said? Well, TBH, no. But, yes, in some ways, it *was* all change.
I don’t half miss knowing that matches would be at 3pm on Saturdays. You try to plan something for more than a month or so ahead and it’s impossible. The match could be at half 12 on Saturday, half 4 on Sunday, 5:15 on Saturday, 2 o’clock on Sunday, Monday night or even Friday night. Or, of course at 3 o’clock on Saturday. Not to mention the travelling. Newcastle v Southampton on a Monday night? Norwich v Liverpool at half 12 on a Saturday? Anything goes!
That all started in 1992. But there was a load of other stuff as well – oh, dear, what on earth was some of it about? Remember the “Sky strikers”? What a load of sexist rubbish! And the rest of “glitzy” nonsense, like the giant inflatable men being brought on to the pitches at half time. No-one wanted to see that! A few snooty remarks were made about brass bands. Well, bring brass bands back, I say! Older generations reminisce fondly about the days of brass bands at football matches. Bring them back!
Other than all the talk about United, there was quite a bit of talk about the rise of Blackburn Rovers, bankrolled by Jack Walker. Complete with a load of rather patronising clips of Southerners saying that they didn’t know where Blackburn was, which I could really have done without. People moaned at the time about clubs buying success, but now I’d love to see people like Jack Walker and Jack Hayward in the game, owning their hometown clubs, the clubs they’d loved all their lives, rather than money men from America or Russia or the Middle East. And that sort of thing was what I was expecting this series to be about; but it isn’t. It’s just basically a lot of nostalgia, and interviews with the great players of the time. I enjoyed revisiting that wonderful year, but it wasn’t really anything that you can’t see on one of the Sky Sports channels in the hours of TV that they fill up with reruns of old matches or interviews. Still, I shall definitely be watching the rest of the series!