So the match was lost, an army sized force is needed to clean up the city and a Zenit St Petersburg fan was stabbed. In the immortal words of Arnold J Rimmer – well I can’t say I’m surprised.

I admit I don’t like football, I agree with my boyfriend who states that football is so popular because its simplicity means the lowest common denominator can understand it. Clearly the type of denominator that will stab someone when their team loses. I really do try to have an open mind about football but time and time again I original feelings about it are proved correct.

Take the litter. One could be forgiven when getting off the bus this morning that you had arrived at the gates off a rubbish tip, not Manchester city centre. It was totally disgusting and due to the amount of beer spilt on the now extremely sticky Market Street, I fear resembled the T1000 when exposed to liquid nitrogen whilst I walked to work.

So was it all worth it? For the Rangers fans? Well they lost so I guess no. For the Zenit St Petersburg fans? I guess so bar the poor bastard who got stabbed. For Manchester? The council keep whittering on about the £20 million pound boost to the economy but I can’t help thinking that’s most likely net profit that will be cancelled out by the bill for the policing and clean up.

They’ve left my city looking like the set of a Mad Max film. I can’t help a little part of me wanting to go up to Glasgow and having a shit on their doorstep.