There are times when I can't remember why I bother going to football at all. Quite a lot of them recently, when the mighty reds look like they have completely lost the plot. And then there was Sunday.
92 minutes gone, scores level and Neil Mellor lets fly. Liverpool 2 Arsenal 1.
And then I remember
My throat was sore for days.
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