After the first 10 mimutes I watched the game with the sound turned off. No need to listen to their fans screaming for every decision, no need to listen to Peter Drury scream out the full name of anybody that shoots. I mean how he fits in Dominik Szoboszlai in a tenth of a second is to be applauded but somewhat needless and nauseating at the same time. No need to listen to Gary 'ohhhhhhhhhhhhh' Neville for a second longer than necessary, no need to listen to the two thirds of Boyz II Men at half time, sadly i've still got to look at those straight lined ruler haircuts and finally I don't have to listen to other rag in the studio who would rather be in a car park bare knuckle fighting.
Besides all of that watching it with the sound down I wasn't influenced by the mythology of English football that this is anfield and I rather thought they huffed and puffed to beat the worst City team of the modern era. And finally the fact the sound is down has no bearing when Jamie 'La' starts whining because his pitch is so fucking high to begin with only the dog can fucking well hear him anyway.
Onwards and upwards Blue Boys CITYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!