It just won’t be the same without Dad

YOU’LL have to forgive me if the battle for top spot, Rafa’s op and the end of a 50-year wait to see Real at Anfield does not stir the emotions as much as they ought.

You see my dad died last week. He was 74. He lived and breathed football, and not just as a fanatical Red.

An amateur he may have been, but he was a damn good goalkeeper in his youth, an even better manager and then helped run the County FA. How he didn’t end up as UEFA president is a mystery. It’s not what you know…