I made a champion choice

That means Liverpool are not my cup of tea.

I've lost interest now that United are out but I would rather an Italian side that I have no connections with destroys a team from 20 miles up the road when they meet in the Champions League Final in Athens on Wednesday.

Where's the logic in that? Surely I should back English ahead of Italian or is that not politically correct?

I certainly can't explain my feelings for wanting Liverpool's season to end with an empty trophy cabinet and I'm sure, if the boot was on the other foot, Liverpool supporters would be saying the same about United.

That's the rivalry, that's what I expect.

There certainly won't be many Scousers shouting for United against Chelsea in Saturday's first FA Cup Final at the new Wembley.

In fact, probably only United fans will be shouting for United - we're used to the petty jealousy from supporters of all other clubs up and down the country but who needs them? We have enough support of our own from all over the world.

When I was a young kid, I would crave to watch football. It didn't matter who was playing - Liverpool, Luton or Lowton Ladies - I enjoyed watching all teams in all matches.

I was glued to the box for Liverpool's European triumphs of the 1970s and 80s. In fact, I cheered them on and idolised Kevin Keegan like a hero, even with that daft perm he used to have.

My mum and dad had the original You'll Never Walk Alone 45 single by Gerry and The Pacemakers and I would sing along at the top of my voice as though I was stood on the Kop.

But even then I was a Manc Red - I haven't changed sides like some glory hunters do. Joe Jordan, Jimmy Greenhoff and Gordon Hill were among my earliest favourite players.

I don't know where the passion comes from, unlike with Warrington Wolves, my hometown club, for whom my heart has grown season by season with 30 years in the stands.

The only Manchester United game I've seen in the flesh' was the Rumbelows Cup Final against Nottingham Forest at Wembley which came as a perk of the job in 1992.

Therefore, my passion does not come from the terraces.

There's no real history of United supporters in my family, passing their enthusiasm on to me.

Mates I knocked about with were Liverpool and Manchester City supporters.

I was born in Plymouth, I've lived in Warrington since I was a few months old but occasionally shopped in Manchester with my parents when I was a kiddie. I suppose that makes me a stereotypical United fan in many rivals' eyes.

Some time, some place, somewhere, something told me I am a United fan and similarly, further down the line, I learnt that it meant Liverpool were the Daleks of my football world.

I didn't watch Liverpool's Champions League success in 2005 - I went fishing instead - and I won't be watching on Wednesday.

That's how I feel, that's what is inside and I can't change that no matter what. Nor would I want to, I made a champion choice.

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