Just as we expected — a famine after festive feast

EVEN my best friends are getting annoyed now. Two read last week’s column and said in unison: “Are you EVER happy, with anything?”

That’s harsh. I remember smiling once: when an old man coughed his false teeth across the table. And it’s a bit rich when the same friend sends you expletive-ridden texts on Saturday night.

It was the kind of result you expect from Liverpool nowadays; famine after feast. If even cup consolation is beyond us, Rafa has a long, hard road ahead.