For me, yesterday was a day of moments. Normally, I would choose to watch such a momentous occasion with my dad, but he was down in Leicestershire looking after my niece and nephew as my brother and sister-in-law have gone on a holiday to New York. It meant I was able to choose where to spend my time guilt-free and decided that I wanted to be close to the ground. I knew a few people would be in the Glenbuck pub, so that’s where I went, seeing people I knew almost immediately. The sunny nature of the day meant that loads of people were outside, soaking up the sun and making the most of the day itself. I did the same thing, chatting to friends and acquaintances old and new and soaking up the atmosphere. There were occasional fireworks and the billow of red smoke from pyro being let off. As the Tottenham Hotspur bus went past, there was a loud boo from the crowd. After an hour or so, people began to drift off towards Anfield, leaving those of us without a ticket to find ourselves a space.
Liverpool fans outside of Anfield.
— Premier League News (@plnews.bsky.social) 27 April 2025 at 15:26
I did just that, getting a speck in front of the television, in spite of how rammed it was in the pub. There was a moment when a girl was standing on a bench and nearly fell over, looking round sheepishly to see if anyone had seen her. A bloke called me to a different part of the bar, knowing me from my work with The Anfield Wrap and asking me if I wanted to stand where he was because he knew about my MS and thought I would be less buffeted by people walking past. I remember the cheers, the singing and the noise; the pub was louder than almost anywhere I’ve been and I’m still suffering from ringing in my ears today. At half-time, I met up with my mate Robert and saw more people outside, where I’d gone to cool down after the insane heat during the first period. Robert and I stood somewhere else for the second-half, being occasionally cooled by people swirling their scarves around their heads as they sang ‘Allez, allez, allez’. There was a young lad standing up with a scarf wrapped around his head. These are the images I’ll remember forever.
The Game was Incidental
I said in the buildup to the game that if you didn’t have a bet on Tottenham scoring the first goal, then you were mad. I’ve watched the Reds for far too long to expect them to do anything the easy way. I only ever bet small sums, but that was any easy win for me. In some ways, the goal against us was exactly what we needed, waking some players up from their stupor and allowing us to play without any pressure. There was never a moment in which Liverpool weren’t going to do what was needed yesterday, but I’m glad that they did it in style. The game was incidental in many ways; the result an inevitability. Yet the players made sure that any of the nonsense accusations of us ‘stumbling’ towards the title were well and truly dispensed with. This was a performance to match the idea that the Reds have been the best team in the country by some distance. It was a chance to lay down a marker to the rest of the Premier League and say that we’re not just winning this title, we’re running away with it. Want to challenge us next season? You better be at your very best.
#LFC #Anfield #LIVTOT #Liverpool #Champions
— LFC Photo (@lfcphoto.bsky.social) 27 April 2025 at 18:44
We’ve won the league because we deserved to, having shown consistency against all-comers during a long and arduous campaign. We didn’t win the league yesterday, we won it by doing the double of Manchester City; by defeating United at Old Trafford; by repeatedly taking the fight to all comers. The match wasn’t the part of yesterday that mattered, really. It was in seeing friends and loved ones before and after the match. It was in watching the players know they had done something incredible and the manager knowing he was a large part of the reason why. Titles aren’t won in the same way as cups, given the fact that they don’t boil down to one-off matches. Yet in some ways, yesterday felt like a cup final in which we knew we were going to win. No one was expecting anything other than the necessary result from Liverpool, with everyone playing their part. Yes, there was a touch of jeopardy at the start when Spurs scored, but that just added to the theatre. The match didn’t matter, just the predicted outcome.
What a Time to be Alive
Whatever you did yesterday, I hope you enjoyed it. I hope you were with people you know and love, that you got to soak up every minute. This is what we’ve all dreamed of, what we’ve spent years fantasising over. We didn’t get to do it properly in 2020, so many of us were making up for it yesterday. The good news is that you’ll have plenty more chances to make up for it in the coming weeks. There are still four games to go, four matches in which to bring on the champions of England. The last day of the season will present another opportunity to get with those that you know and love and stand shoulder to shoulder with them as we all watch Virgil van Dijk hoist the Premier League trophy aloft. Well done boys, good process. The players and management team deserve the plaudits and their moment in the sun. But we deserve it too. Many of you, far too many, will have lost someone in the years since we last won the Premier League. This is the time to spend with those you can and enjoy every minute.
WE’RE PREMIER LEAGUE CHAMPIONS! 🏆
#LFC
— LFC Blog (@lfcblog.bsky.social) 27 April 2025 at 18:26
One of my favourite songs from yesterday was the one I’ve named this article after, which goes, “Hand it over, hand it over, hand it over, Manchester”. The fact that it’s a Manchester club we’re taking the title from makes it that little bit sweeter. For all that the rest of the country might try to do us down, making out as if this is some sort of weak Premier League season in spite of the facts to the contrary, it has been nearly a decade since a team other than Liverpool and 130 Charges FC have won the English top-flight. We’ve done it at a time when the Red Devils are in complete and utter disarray, looking more like relegation candidates than potential champions. Those who didn’t grow up in the nineties and noughties have no idea how lucky they are. United as a club are far too rich not to find their way back to winning ways eventually, so we need to soak up every moment of their demise alongside our success. This is about as good as it gets as a Liverpool supporter, so make sure you enjoy every minute. You’re a champion.
