There was one moment of hope, one brief moment when Anfield believed in the impossible.
Soon after Mohamed Salah scored to finally put Liverpool ahead, a murmur began, growing to an anguished howl of raw emotion which swept around this famous old stadium like a scorching wildfire. The noise was deafening, primeval. Suddenly, everything seemed possible. That impossible quadruple felt within reach.
It was, of course, a false alarm. Fake news. Villa hadn’t equalised at the Etihad, City still held their lead so miraculously achieved in those mad, mad six minutes which every Reds single fan in this stadium felt as a blow to the solar plexus.
