Murder, Polis!

I went to an alehouse I used to frequent.
And there I took some blips but yes, this is the one for today. Walking back after the game. I expected we'd get a doing, but that wasn't the case. Sure we lost, to a stupid own goal, but Liverpool turned up with a pish team which hardly enthused their own supporters. Still, it was pretty entertaining.
This is walking past Robertson's bar where there had been a scuffle two weeks ago after the game ; the assailant legged it from police and fell to his death through the nearby garage roof. There is now a flowery shrine with Union Jacks on the spot. I shall make no comment on it all. It's just the way it is, huh!
Was that those beastly boys? Great beers afterwards anyway!