For any United fan watching it, seeing Gary Neville’s tireless industry, Giggs’s calm authority, Scholes’s wry observations, seeing the owners eschew the directors’ box (if such a thing exists at Salford) in favour of standing alongside the regulars on the grass bank that constitutes the main stand, it is hard not to warm to the idea of them moving over the forecourt from their hotel base and taking over at Old Trafford. Not just in the dugout, where a Giggs managerial reign would restore the soul to a place that has had its guts extracted in the dash for profit. But in the boardroom too.