It was the ones who hadn’t stayed to the end who I felt sorry for. The ones with a bus to catch or a car to move or an early start the next day. Imagine leaving early. imagine missing that .
For there were some blue seats visible before it all happened. In the Gladwys Street End where James Tarkowski thumped in his equalising goal for Everton against Liverpool and in the Lower Bullens Stand, over by the corner. Some – as is always the case up and down the country – presumed the game was up and that the story had already been told.