It was the morning after the final game of the season and, for Brendan Rodgers, it had happened again.
Another campaign spent inside the top four, longer than any other side, only for Champions League qualification to slip through Leicester City’s fingers once more.
A home defeat to Tottenham when a win would have done it. And they had led twice.
It’s no wonder Rogers felt numb. His side had blown it again. He needed a holiday, it was time to get away.