As I approached the ground, their was a low key, slightly positive hum in the crowd, not the nervous, tense atmosphere I've experienced of late. I climbed the stairs, heading towards my the standing, stopping off to grab a bottle of water, profit gouging price of £2.30 and they don't even let you keep the lid, my heart sank and I remembered why I usually sneak my own drink in. As I made my way to my seat, 10 minutes before kick-off, it was in virtual silence and filmed Y.N.W.A. than sang it. We did witness the only time Mignolet would venture off his line in the first half, as he went a round, shaking his team mates' hands.
The game kicked off, a few half hearted songs were sung and we scored. It was a good move and we created a couple more chances, but their equaliser had an air of inevitability about it, and my heart sank as, not for the first time, the hopeful lob, over our back line, found its target, this time onside, a heavy touch gave Simon a choice to make, he stuttered, hesitated and made the wrong one. This, effectively, is where the game ended, yes we created four more, gilt-edged chances, Origi should have had a hat-trick, Lallana certainly should have gotten our second, it's not like we didn't create, we just failed.
I'm struggling to understand the substitutes, I'm struggling to understand how Joe Allen stayed on the pitch for ninety minutes. I'll struggle to understand Rodgers after match explanation, I've not heard it yet, but I think that last one is nailed on.
Most of all today, I learned an important lesson today, when going to an evening game, All-bran should not be the breakfast of choice and I barely made it back to the hotel.
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