A fair Kop

EARLY ON the morning after another memorable European night at Anfield, men were at work repairing a lift in a Liverpool city centre hotel. The arrival of a latecomer was the cue for a burst of laughter and jeers.

“Didn’t think you’d be coming into work today, mate!”

The ensuing exchange was conducted in broad Scouse, suggesting that the object of the jibes was a Blue of the Merseyside rather than West London persuasion. Either way, he wasn’t going to take the Red crowing lying down.