As a Liverpool fan, I've been ducking a lot of the footie this year. Just haven't enjoyed it, knew it was gonna be shit as we're transitioning - whole spine going on a decline. Arsenal's result and the game yesterday obviously reignited something, difficult not to.
I watched it with two of my best mates, both United fans, fuck me - not sure if it was dealing with a fallout of emotions, but the delusion was strong. They said losing 1-0 is the same as 7, what a joke. They also said it doesn't matter as this was Liverpool's 'Cup final'. Another joke, really. If United vs Liverpool isn't the biggest game of your season, you may as well go support another fucking team. Always will be the be all and end all.
There was some luck, but the joy we found down that right side wasn't anything to do with luck. Your season will still likely end better than ours, but you just have to let the result hurt. If that result spurs us on to get 4th, then it means something - if nothing comes of it, it means a lot less. Also, Bruno's head went - not what you want from a captain. Then again, I remember Gerrard's last derby...