Just flew back this morning. I was safes as houses as nobody suspected me, clapped at the right times etc. I still feel dirty about it. Couldn't even enjoy the match among their lot. pure bitterness and hate. I was totally cool until having a piss before the game started and a good big chant of murderers set the tone for the whole game, scary as feck. plus I haven't been to anfield since porto 2001 and to see liverpool perform like that when I've never wanted to ram it down the mancs throat more was just sickening. I'll finish up with a wee storey for the pub I was in on sunday evening in town, I was at the bar and there was 3 mancs beside me who had just got their pints and were making a toast to "michael sheilds, 16 years and the fact that they killed their own fans" - charming