I’d been to visit my dying dad in hospital and had a long motorbike ride home afterwards. I had no idea what the score was but passed a pub with Liverpool fans outside and they were all smiling and thought “Fuck we are losing!” But then when I got home my dad was ringing me to tell me the score was 2-1 and I just knew we would be fine. The guy in the bed next to him is a dipper and had been giving it large before I left saying “it’s a religion to us mate, you mancs just don’t get it. We live and breath the game mate....”
I’m going back today with my city shirt on :-)