Touché ! I have too! I could have gone tonight but can't be bothered !
It gave me no pleasure to make that crack - it just seems sadly true.
I pestered my dad to take me a few times when I was 13 or 14, and I was lucky enough to catch the end of the Best, Law, Charlton, Morgan, Kidd etc team. He used to write off for tickets for seats behind the Stretford end.
And when I lived in Manchester in the 80's, you could decide at lunch time to go, queue up and pay at the turnstile, and I saw a bit of that less illustrious team.
Never go back, they say, and now it's too far, too dear and not good enough.