From the very first moment, the atmosphere was delicious. "We don't care what the red shite say", a grown man belts out wearing a Tshirt emblazoned with "LFC 1892 - the afterbirth". The constant smattering of boos, slating of their own players - one fan kept breaking out into a hearty solo of "how shit must we be? They're winning away." Then to watch the fans start to trickle out from the 70th minute onwards, grumbling to themselves. I enjoyed every moment.