Terrace Talk: Liverpool - So, you thought it would be any different?

God I love that film, and not despite its bleak ending - because of it. The haunting dread of there being absolutely nothing Jack Nicholson could have done to stem the evil tide and keep heartbreak away.
Apropos of nothing at all, we were at Old Trafford on Saturday. The sane people say superstition is for children, that there’s no such thing as jinxes or hoodoos.