
IT WAS the day Anfield was going to speak. Not, this time, just for Liverpool. But for many, many others. With the Oasis-inspired banners that spelt out accusation after accusation. The jeers and boos. The raucous blasts of “cheats”. A visceral, guttural, raucous, fever-pitched outpouring of righteous pre-match anger and disdain. We got it, too….


