‘Red, the blood of angry men, Black, the dark of ages past’

THEY like a good song at Anfield. Rodgers and Hammerstein, Johnny Cash, Pete St. John, Irish-American Civil War ballads delivered with a feverish bounce. They’re all part of the leitmotif of supporters who have feasted on 18 league titles and five European Cups.

But for more than 12 months Liverpool’s faithful have resembled the massed chorus on the barricades of Les Miserables.