I was lucky enough to go to Anfield last night to see Liverpool stuff an abject Real Madrid 4-0. Torres and Gerrard were awesome. It was an honour to see them on such blistering form. Now, I've heard all the guff about the magic of the European nights. But when the whole ground sang You'll Never Walk Alone just before the players came out it was a truly moving moment, hairs on the neck twitching and everything. I've been quick to mock the mythology of LFC in the past, the pretension of the flags and the indignation. But you have to hand it the Scousers. I've never felt anything like it at a football match.
I explained the history of European nights at Anfield to one of the boys tonight. And Hillsborough. And Heysel. His questions? Who won? Was it a penalty?