I went boarding school, and obviously in boarding houses there are all sorts of fans of all teams. There were many Mancs, but mostly the plastic "cheer them when they're on" type bar a few, probably a similar amount of Reds, and one guy who went Mancs > Leeds > Us.
Anyway every now and then the housemaster would rig up his Sky for the six of us who really, really cared, and we'd watch the Liverpool/Yernited game. I hated it at first, because that was the only time we'd really get at each other, all of a sudden the fucking inferiority complex comes out, etc etc. Little did I know we were entering the Age of Murphy, it seemed like every time we watched the game, we'd win and Danny Murphy would score.
I wish I'd still been there for 4-1. Although at 23 that might have been weird.