The Worthington Cup final was widely seen as a potential watershed for Liverpool. John Tandy was more interested in what it meant for Birmingham
“Not a cat’s chance in hell”– that’s my favourite way to approach a football match. When you’re so far out the running that anything short of abject humiliation will do quite nicely. The Worthington Cup final fitted the bill. The prevailing mood in Birmingham was that of gratitude: we were just glad to be there, glad of a crumb of attention for a change. The weekend was always going to be more of a carnival than a riot, and with arrests in Cardiff city centre both Saturday and Sunday seemingly somewhere below average, a record police presence for the final seemed a tad superfluous, even given Birmingham’s occasionally shady past.