Smash-and-grab Anfield assault makes trek north oh so worthwhile

SETTING off from South Mimms on Saturday, in wet conditions, for a 400-mile round trip and in none-too optimistic mood with Fabregas suspended, none of us knew why we were making the long schlep to the North-West.

In such miserable circumstances, us masochistic suckers for punishment know just what it’s like to be the moth, instinctively drawn towards the flame, even though there’s every prospect of having our wings singed once again, by another inconsistent performance from our fair-weather team.

Yet after suffering such frustrating outings as those to Bolton and Sheffield, you dare not stop at home, for fear of missing out on one of those special occasions, which obliterates the memory of former scars and serves as a reminder of the rewards on offer, to those of us who endure the hardship and expense of the travelling fan.