Yesterdays citywide ebullence has evaporated like cheap vodka in the night. For those unaware, Liverpool lost 2-1 to Milan and as predicted, I was one of the few who didn’t spend the evening weeping into a Stevie Gerrad pillow-case in a drunken state. In fact it wasn’t just my co-workers who were in a sorry state. When I went for my lunch the whole city was locked into a collective frowning hangover. I guess that’s the price you pay for following a sport.