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In a packed pub near Holloway Road, tables were sticky with spilt lager, voices hoarse with song, and the air thick with the kind of chants that were more enthusiastic than tuneful.
Arsenal scarves hung over shoulders like battle colours, and every mention of Liverpool was met with either a mocking lyric or a jeer shouted over a pint glass.
"Van Dijk can’t handle him! He’s dancing in his boots!" one man bellowed, sloshing half his beer as his mates ...
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