[Liverpool, Anfield]
"It's a party at Anfield tonight!" the commentator's voice thundered across the broadcast, the camera cutting to a sea of waving red flags.
"It's Liverpool four, Tottenham Hotspur one. It has been a clinic, a show of muscle, and Anfield is bouncing—absolutely bouncing. They've swarmed Spurs, they've suffocated them, and the Kop is in raptures."
The roar of the Liverpool faithful rolled like a living tide, voices singing in unison.
The commentators hardly needed to speak, yet the contrast they drew was unavoidable.
"And as we are here, the word coming in is that…" the second commentator's voice cut across the broadcast, "back at Selhurst Park, Arsenal have conceded again and it is three-nil. Three down. And if Spurs don't find something miraculous here, which feels far-fetched, frankly, Liverpool will cut the gap at the top of the table to just four points. Arsenal's unbeaten league run looks destined to end tonight."
