Those that got in, remained to the end. How could they not, given the history of this club, in this competition?
Yet after the hour, when Vinicius Junior appeared on the blindside and scored, it was strange. There was an unfamiliar emotion, an unusual acceptance of fate. The belief that follows Liverpool around Europe was missing.
Maybe the external turmoil had dampened spirits, or maybe the realisation hit that this season, having promised so much, was actually going to deliver too little.
Of course, there are plenty of years when two domestic trophies would be warmly welcomed, when Sunday's bus parade would not have felt as much wake as celebration.