I was on a train into Brum' late yesterday afternoon. A group of Vilers who'd left the Seal Sanctuary early boarded at Aston not long after news of Mane's winner filtered through. They must have left either just before or as the equaliser went in. I never thought I'd type a sentence containing the words Vilers, Aston train station, oh you beautiful Scousers, scene of utter heart warming devastation and wild vibrant celebration in one. But there you have it. I fkn love football at times. Yesterday's journey on the Lichfield to New Street line was one of those times. Superb, emotive drama and all for the cost of a local return ticket.