The man, sitting in the away end, had spent most of the second half looking at the scoreboard, and every time, it told him the same thing.
3-1.
It wasn't something he hadn't seen before in such an unpredictable league as the Premier League, but coming into a game with so much belief and then having it be dimmed right at the start was never a good feeling.
While the game unfolded around him, he looked down at his feet, then back up at the numbers.
"This is it for me," he muttered to himself.
Nobody in particular heard him, and it hardly mattered.
A moment later, he got to his feet and began making his way toward the steps.
A few heads turned towards him but then turned back, because there was nothing unusual about what he was doing.
Around him, others were doing the same.
One by one, then in small groups, Liverpool supporters began filing out of the away end.
Not in anger but because they had seen enough.
