Final whistle. Full time. Man City win the league. Liverpool FC get nothing.
That’s all I was left with around 6 pm (SAST) on Sunday, April 12th. Nothing but the icy cold facts. After all the anticipation, the build-up, the hype, the ‘MAKE US DREAM’s and the ‘WE’RE GONNA WIN THE LEAGUE’s, simply: nothing. The Liverpool Dream teased us for all of ten months. It had us moaning and groaning, screaming and shouting – bringing us right to the edge, only to stop suddenly, roll over and light a smoke.
