The afternoon had started as everyone hoped. A sea of red, a carnival atmosphere, the party roaring through the concourse.
Even when Trent Alexander-Arnold's name was read out among the substitutes, there was no indication of what was to come. Why would there be?
Anfield was set to welcome the Premier League champions. A day that was going to live long in the memory. We got that but for wildly different reasons.
Even now, 48 hours on, it seems surreal that the Kop split and the party ended abruptly, with fingers jabbing and faces contorted in fury.