Bumped into that rarest of species, a fair-minded Liverpool supporters, down the pub yesterday. He was in company with a few others, shall we say, 'more typical' Liverpool fans. All of them licking their metaphorical wounds.
The play-off was about to start when I got there. I approached the bar. He speaks softly as a rule and, I am quite sure was addressing only me.
'Before you say anything, it is.'
He had me for a second...
'Holding the parade on today of all days. It's shameful.'
'Well, you're not wrong,' I said.
'I dunno,' piped up one of the others who had clearly been earwigging (and spectacularly missing the point). 'We still won two trophies, like...'
A squabble ensued among the rest of them as to the justification of holding a parade for the two cups. Nothing else - not the date nor the unfairness to fans unable to get home from Paris in time for it - just whether the cups were worthy of a parade.
He looked at me. I nodded in sympathy, paid for my pint and moved away to get a view of the telly.
Imagine being them, eh?
The play-off was about to start when I got there. I approached the bar. He speaks softly as a rule and, I am quite sure was addressing only me.
'Before you say anything, it is.'
He had me for a second...
'Holding the parade on today of all days. It's shameful.'
'Well, you're not wrong,' I said.
'I dunno,' piped up one of the others who had clearly been earwigging (and spectacularly missing the point). 'We still won two trophies, like...'
A squabble ensued among the rest of them as to the justification of holding a parade for the two cups. Nothing else - not the date nor the unfairness to fans unable to get home from Paris in time for it - just whether the cups were worthy of a parade.
He looked at me. I nodded in sympathy, paid for my pint and moved away to get a view of the telly.
Imagine being them, eh?