Liverpool no longer walking alone

I don’t think I’m alone in this, but more and more recently I find myself saying something which I once thought would be the last words I’d ever say: I hope Liverpool win the title.

Liverpool were the first thing in life I can remember hating. The first time I can remember crying is when they ended my beloved Nottingham Forest’s 42-league game unbeaten run one November Saturday in 1978.

Even though that 2-0 defeat happened way across the water in Anfield, it felt like it happened just next door. Because it was next door.