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It was a tactical (from experts' perspective) but boring game which would only be remembered as a match that 'just happened'.
Based on its technicality, it was a blessing for the coaches, but a curse for fans; a dour draw at its apex.
However, I watched the game from another world; the world of superstition! A black cat joined during the warm up, walked across David De Gea's goalmouth, making 'incarntations' that could only be heard from 'My World'. Superstition, Prejudice or bad luck bringer.
The black Cat gave fans a 'black match; it gave Liverpool a blank match, and Manchester United a point to cheer about.
Ok let's reflect... How did a Liverpool side who had scored nine times at Anfield in as many games this season, had to do with just two shots at United's goal for 90+ minutes? Ask the black Cat.
How did the Reds who dispatched the likes of Arsenal, Chelsea and Champions Leicester, with classy cum collective swagger and Bravado only found their grooves after 45minutes? Ask the Black cat.
How did Jurgen Kloop's troops had to dominate 65% of possession, yet couldn't score at least an 'offside goal ? Again, Ask the black Cat.
The folklore surrounding black cats vary from culture to culture, but at the battle field in Mersyside, it means LUCK.
De Gea's impeccability on the day was a testament of not just his genius but his loud but unheard "AMEN" to the incarnations of the Black Cat.
At the end, the Spaniard stole the show, and ensured that the spoils were shared.
If the "gods of my world" would be magnanimous enough to send a black female cat as United are poised to face Fernabache, Chelsea and Manchester City in the coming days, the players should in the words of Alison Yates chant;
Dearest Queen, I bid you good day. Bring me the best of luck and send it my way.
Believe me, it wasn't just Mourinho's nous. It was the Black Cat's 'apparition' at Anfield that ensured United took a point back to Carrington.
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