That famous red, adored by many, adorned the picturesque Melbourne Cricket Ground.
A club glittered with the famous names who have come before, a legacy cemented by Busby, Ferguson, and Best among many, still very much alive about 17,000 kilometres away from Old Trafford.
Had you closed your eyes and simply listened, removing all sense of context and reason for the most fleeting of moments, you would not have known it.
150,000 football fanatics packed the ‘G across two games, and while sprinkles of both Victory and Palace blue could still be identified, it was clear on both nights who most were supporting.
Each time a Red Devil pierced the heart of opposition defences, a piercing noise emanated around the 100,000-capacity coliseum, as those in red got the chance to see something they rarely get to see; their heroes, their idols, in their own backyard.
There was something heartwarming about seeing it unfold in front of my own eyes on Tuesday night fans young and old all supporting the same cause, United by name and united by nature.
Off the pitch, the playing contingent involved themselves with the local way of life, with Jadon Sancho and Bruno Fernandes catching trams and Marcus Rashford kicking Sherrins, and the sense of connection Premier League fans rarely have with players existed, and that is something quite remarkable in itself.
On the pitch, the Red Devils were at their devastating best, and despite facing rather inferior opposition, gave their fans the show they craved.
While these were only two friendlies, it seemed like so much more, and maybe this will give Australian football’s push to re-enter the mainstream fray further momentum, alongside all of its homegrown storylines.
After two years of Coronavirus-riddled pain, life felt somewhat normal again, the things we took for granted before lockdowns slowly returning.
While United’s domestic campaign last time round was not one to be remembered, this venture Down Under will remain long in the memory of many for years to come.