I’ve watched this rivalry my whole life, and Anfield has become United’s Bermuda Triangle. Since Wayne Rooney’s smash-and-grab in January 2016, we’ve gone back there again and again parked buses, traded punches, even clung on for gritty 0 – 0s and still never bagged three points.
That’s a decade of walking into the cauldron and leaving with smoke in our eyes.
Look at the scars: the Mourinho stalemates (pure suffocation, job done), the Solskjær rollercoaster when we arrived as league leaders and still couldn’t score, Rangnick’s reality check (4 – 0), and Ten Hag’s nadir the surreal 7 – 0 that felt like history folding in on itself.
And yet, football being football, we also dragged a 0 – 0 out of there in December 2023 with Anfield’s biggest league crowd since the ’60s watching on. That’s the fixture: whiplash, noise, mythology.
Which brings us to Ruben Amorim. His first Anfield trip as United boss gave us a pulse again a 2 – 2 street fight where Martínez and Diallo wrote little rebellions into the script.
It wasn’t a win, but it felt like a door creaking open in a stadium that’s slammed it on us for ten long years. If you know, you know: sometimes a draw hints at a turning tide.
So here we are, heart in mouth, eyes on the tunnel. Anfield doesn’t hand out miracles. It demands conviction, control of transitions, nerve on second balls, and cold-blooded finishing in the six-yard jungle.
If Amorim’s United are truly evolving, this is the exam you pass to prove it. End the drought, flip the narrative, make the Kop hear something it hasn’t heard since 2016: stunned silence.
