Maybe it's fatherhood, or covid (or a multitude of other things) but I'm a bit 'meh' about the result.
I think I said on here, or twitter, or my head, that Man U have so inept for the past nine years, that there was a sense of inevitability to beating them at the end of last season.
And this season, especially last night, United consistently have the air of Woolworths on the last hour, of the last day before they closed - staff not arsed, all waiting around to move on.
So at half time, I watched with my mate (who's a United fan) at mine and we'd popped to the shop to get more beer, and I said to him it didn't feel like liverpool were beating Manchester United at Old Trafford 4-0, it felt more pedestrian than that.
Even at the end I was 'OK, but it's modern United, they're gash'.
Then I had a few more beers, watched the highlights, listened to countless Man U fan channels and laugh. Then I reminded myself what it was like as ten year old (or fifteen or twenty), where United won everything g, and Liverpool were shit.
And then I saw the Ferguson image from above, and the full video where the camera flicks to Kibg Kenny, mouthing 'Fucking Hell', and everything was right with the world.
Football, fucking hell.