I only tuned-in via text commentary on my phone, but after 20 minutes I knew we wouldn't win. By half-time I knew we'd lose.
I'm not even sure what to make of it, if I'm honest. The entire season doesn't feel real anyway. Everyone has been absolutely dreadful, but with a few cricket score wins under their belts too. It's been clear for quite some time that if one side could find consistency, then they'd win this league quite easily. After being dreadful for a good while, Abu Dhabi have found their groove, so should now take it with a canter.
The Mancs won't be getting near it. Far too much inconsistency in them too. Fits and starts for them. Declaring themselves champions-elect one week, then losing at home to Sheffield United the next. For us, well I just find it sad that rather than attack this title defence, we've capitulated rather meekly. Then again, this is not the Liverpool that lifted the title. It's a butchered, cobbled together picture that changes every week, has no consistency, no mentality, no cohesion and has been unable to build any momentum at all. The overwhelming contributing factors being out of our control, too.
Factor in the fact that we've had the most bizarre run of bad injuries and bad luck that I've ever seen in the game. Factor in that this is a freak, dog's dinner of a season only played out in order to bring in TV money. Factor in there being no fans in stadiums and the game being suffocated by VAR and desperately inept officiating, and what we have is what we are seeing. A freak show in a freak season in freak times.
The light at the end of the tunnel for me is the fact that absolutely nothing lasts forever. Hopefully, by the start of next season we will have fans in stadiums, and by then this bizarre run of appalling injuries and luck will have evened out again and we can start what will, for me at least, be our proper title defence in more authentic circumstances.