While it is painful to admit, the Premier League title is over for another year. Barring a collapse, which United have never had under Ferguson, they will win their 10th Premier League title in 16 years.
They have some difficult games left. Villa at the weekend are tough and have a good record against United, plus the visit of Arsenal and a trip to Stamford Bridge mean that Ferguson will not be celebrating yet.
But inside his underground lair, as he wakes up in his tarten lined coffin, he knows it is in the bag.
Over his morning cup of warm goats blood he will reflect on a year where he saw off two Chelsea managers, one after just a few games, the other sure to go in the summer.
As his completes his morning Suduko puzzle and strokes his large white cat, fondly called Keane after his favourite lieutenant, he will surely be glad to have driven Wenger to further fury as his team now combine almost as much skill as Arsenal but with a steely defence that Wenger's men have not possessed for 4 seasons now.
A contented Ferguson turns to look at the painting on the wall of Brian Kidd, now aged beyond recognition to ensure Ferguson stays young, and he will recall how he has bought well this season, Nani and Anderson both have added to the team at vital times and Tevez gives them huge flexibility when it comes to picking an attacking unit.
The mirror returns no reflection but in the bathroom brushing his fags he can see on the wall the picture on the 1999 Champions League winners and one of his three hearts skips a beat as he realises he has the best squad left in the competition, will not face English opposition until the final and that this is his best chance yet to emulate Busby.
Before he goes to the garage to fire up one of his four pimped out broomsticks for the short flight to Carrington for training he decides that his greatest achievement this season is the special powers he has bestowed on Ronaldo, enabling him to score more goals than some teams have in the Premier League this season. The sacrifice on top on the Pennines of John O'Shea and Darren Fletcher was worth it after all.
Soaring above the ground he has ruled for almost 22 years now Ferguson lets out a supremely evil laugh, tucks his tail in to stop it getting caught on landing and lands just in time to give Louis Saha the full hairdryer treatment off for arriving to work without his full body armour on.
Life for the undead was good.
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