The Theatre of Dreams

Being put through their paces on the hallowed turf

I don't think any of us really took in what went on this weekend. It was all a bit dream like - that's why they call it the Theatre of Dreams ( I was out there playing in my own mind, throwing the odd shimmy, scoring in the top right hand corner in front of the adoring crowd). Billy's a foot taller today - walking out through the tunnel at Old Trafford, training on the hallowed turf.... I could indulge, but interest is probably limited to immediate family - so I won't! Needless to say, we were very proud parents.

I don't remember my name ever being written on any stadium signs!

The players hardly ever go to Old Trafford - only on match days and functions. All the work happens down at Carrington, the training centre 10 mins down the road. Time to head on down.

Manchester was pretty cool. With Utd winning the Premier League and City, the FA Cup, it was a good place to be. Spent most of Saturday in the Trafford Park shopping centre - packed and buzzing, no sign of recession. Just hasn't got any beaches.

The training centre at Carrington - the indoor astro! You'd expect Man Utd to have the best - and they do.

Billy produced his best football - Plymouth Argyle training is really bringing him on. This is where he wants to be. I'm not going to bet against it!

Made the long journey back from Manchester yesterday morning, in time to load up Fin for his training at Plymouth Argyle. A long old day in the car. All good though - his squad was cut from 20 players to 16 yesterday - he's very much in the mix.