Everyone has been telling us for the past week that in Manchester City’s current situation, Anfield away was the worst possible game. It was built up and up. We went there expecting the atmosphere to be feral.
And so in that case, we’ll go there and do our job: back our team. Support the players, who haven’t done anything wrong, and a manager who has only been with us for 10 minutes.
Going to Liverpool was our escape from the last fortnight. Our first chance to lend our voices, to stand up and be counted. We’re not going anywhere. This will not stop us. We are the club, we’re bigger than the club. We’re not turning tail and packing in.
You’ve got to separate this full process, much of which we don’t understand and don’t know the intricacies of. It’s too complicated, too many spinning plates with politics and money.
Once you start thinking about that it blows your mind. We know this will go on. For another year or more. Even if it’s seemingly resolved it’ll go on.
The win and day on an away end which felt old school, with familiar faces everywhere you looked, is definitely up there. Absolutely brilliant.
Manchester City fans were defiant at Anfield on Sunday, watching their side win 3-0
I thought winning would have the potential to be one of the best aways ever, although it wasn’t as exhilarating as winning there last year funnily enough.
Maybe there was more on the line then, with the title race, and we hadn’t won there outside of Covid for two decades. Plus it was dark, which usually helps an atmosphere.
I didn’t really feel the day was any different to a normal trip to Anfield really. Actually not as confrontational as some others.
There was a bit of pantomime and that was it. A little bit bizarre, a bit mild, no real singing outside.
Basically, this was us going there and saying we’re going nowhere, the players are going nowhere and that we support our club.
