Happiest:
1. Ole Gunnar Solskjaer's goal in the European Cup Final. I honestly don't think any English team will ever do the treble again, the game has changed since 1998/99. Once in a Lifetime.
2. Van Der Sar saving Anelka's penalty to win the 2008 UEFA Champions League!
3. Winning the Premier League back from Chelsea in 2006/07 when Ronaldo scored a penalty at the Council House.
4. Being at Wigan and going ballistic when Carrick scored late on to effectively win the 18th Premier League title. We made it official four days later at home and lifted the trophy admist loud chants of "ARE YOU WATCHING MERSEYSIDE?!!!".
5. John O'Shea's scoring a 90th minute winner at Anfield. United went on to win the Championship.
Saddest:
1. Standing in the Stadium of Light after our match trying desperately to find out the City/QPR score ... and then the most gutting, sinking feeling you can possibly imagine. In hindsight I'd have rather we lost that day. I can take the despair, it's the hope I can't stand.
2. The retirement of Eric Cantona after the 1996/97 season. Being a 90s kid immersed in Cantona fever and having no idea he was retiring it brought tears to my little face. Also the fact that I'd just been to my first game a few weeks before, and seen him score what would be his last ever goal at Old Trafford that day.
3. Being knocked out of the 2004 Champions League late on against Porto when Mourinho did his famous little jig on the touchline. Paul Scholes had had a legitimate goal incorrectly ruled out for offside first half, and the free kick that Costinha scored was wrongly awarded, making the whole experience more painful.
4. Losing 1-6 at home to Manchester City last season. I know we were playing with ten men for a long time the weekend after a long European away trip to Romania but there's no excuse for that performance. We made City look so much better than they really were, which hurts. I've honestly seen Sunday League teams play a more proficient 90 minutes than United that day
5. The sale of Cristiano Ronaldo to Real Madrid in June 2009. One of my favourite players since Eric, gone. No more magnificent goals, no more showstopping performances, no more scarf waving and frantically singing Viva Ronaldo. This coming on the back of that depressing loss to Barcelona in Rome, just made it all the more hard to swallow.
Angriest:
1. The 1-0 defeat to City in April. When you're fighting against your local rivals to try and keep hold of your championship, and go there and have ZERO shots on target in 90 minutes it's absolutely ****ing inexcusable. We deserved to lose the title last year, biggest bunch of bottle jobs in Premier League history. I wasn't even angry with City at all the last month of 2011/12, I was just angry with our own team. But I'm over it now!
2. The 2009 Champions League Final. Similar situation to the previous one, going in trying to retain our cup and just completely losing the will to live. If we'd gone there and thrown everything at them, tried our best and come up short I'd have been fine with that - but we played for the 9 minutes, conceeded then rolled over and died. United losing doesn't bother me so much, United surrendering makes me die a little inside. It's not our style!
3. The Glazer family takeover of Manchester United Plc, 2005. I'm not going to get vociferous about this one, I'll go on too long and probably get banned, or sued for libel.
4. The Bayer Leverkusen debacle. Imagine a European Cup Final between Real Madrid and Man United, at Hampden Park, in Alex Ferguson's backyard. It should've been the perfect final, but somehow Leverkusen managed to pull off an upset in the most frustrating of semi-final ties. We battered them 1-1 in the away leg and went out on away goals. We should've scored at least 6 in Germany that night. It just wasn't to be.
5. Basel 2011. We went over there needing a draw to make the last 16, only to get knocked out of the Champions League in the Group Stage. From the CL final against Barcelona, to failing to progress from a group with Benfica, Basel and Otelul flaming Galati - in the space of six months. The climax of a whole bunch of tactical failures and dreadful team selections over the 6 CL matchdays.