This is a big 'I was there' moment for me.
I actually attended with a Liverpool fan, who had vowed to keep his gob shut - owing to the ridiculous crush outside the Tilton Road end and the reluctance to delay kick-off because it was being broadcast on Sky, it was already 2-0 before I had gotten through the turnstile. In a way, I felt bad for my friend that the game was probably already done as a contest before we'd even seen a thing. Little did I know what to expect... I specifically remember Alex Bruce coming on too to a lot of abuse for being crap and only getting a game for being the boss's son.
One of the more pertinent memories of the game was leaving via the Cattell Road entrance and seeing a guy rocking, shellshocked, slumped under the billboard - repeating the phrase, 'seven... nil...'
Kenny Cunningham's comments weren't well received by most Bluenoses at the time, who thought it was a faceless attack - but I thought he hit the nail on the head. That was a time when the life had really been sucked out of the club (especially compared to five years previous) and his remarks were proven wholly right.