I don't even know where to start after that to be honest with you.

Liverpool have obviously just drawn away from home.

Final ever good of St. Derby, yaddy, yada, yada, yada, yada, too all.

I feel proper deflated.

And I knew that heading into this game, that a draw was okay.

I didn't want a draw.

Nobody wanted a draw in this game.

Everybody wanted the win.

I knew it was all right in terms of the title race

because Arsenal still needs to be three wins better than us

because of the goal difference side of things at the moment.

But for me, when it's so close,

like it's an absolute killer and because of that I can't feel anything but pain almost in this moment and just just beside myself with how terrible I feel at the

moment and stuff like that

and the manner in which the game ended

and then the red cards.

Like what does Curtis Jones,

probably one match band look like?

What does that do?

And that compounds the fact that I don't think Liverpool

were good enough tonight either.

Obviously we go behind to Beto and we switch off from the free kick, which should never

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