I have to say I have never really liked Liverpool. The town, the grating accent. It always seemed like the gateway to somewhere better whenever I visited. I was assaulted by some vile youth wearing Liverpool colours while I was walking to Turf Moor in March of 1975. I don’t really bear grudges but then I do have a particularly long and sometimes unforgiving memory. As our footballing star began to wane in the 1960’s Liverpool FC under Shankly began their rise to a position of dominance domestically and internationally. Such is the way of things. While they no longer have that swagger of the undisputed champion any victory of Liverpool is sweet indeed if only to wipe that toothy grin off Klopp’s face. I am glad I don’t really bear grudges. Who knows how I might feel if I did?