Believe it or not, this is the Gwladys Street - what chance a Liverpool fan wearing colours in there now? Equally, I remember Blues standing on the Kop - and celebrating their goals. No chance of that now.
THERE'S no doubt in my mind now - the Merseyside derby now has the dubious honour of being the most bitter, vile and spiteful match in English football.
We've had the well-documented catalogue of shame from both sets of supporters: songs about players' children, spitting at players, assaulting stewards, Heysel references - from songs to "wall pushing" gestures, Munich songs directed at Phil Neville and so on...
But tonight I witnessed some new sights, unprecedented in my 20 years of following the Reds.
Following Everton's late equaliser, Blues and Reds spilled onto Anfield Road.
Given the increased bitterness of the derbies perhaps this was naive from a policing and stewarding perspective.
Manchester United fans, for example, would have been forced to stay behind to allow the crowds to disperse and dilute the opportunity for trouble.
The same happens when Liverpool fans go to Old Trafford.
That didn't happen at Anfield tonight - but that doesn't excuse the behaviour.
As I made my way out having been in the upper tier of Anfield Road, I was confronted by jubilant Everton fans. To be expected - especially given their near pitch invasion after Tim Cahill's goal.
What I didn't expect was to see an Everton fan pulling at a Liverpool fan's hair and calling him a "paki". I didn't expect to see an Everton fan screaming "slag" in the face of a girl wearing red. And I didn't expect to see a brawl break out between Liverpool and Everton fans yards from the memorial for the Hillsborough disaster.
Other so-called fans tried to provoke and intimidate - one screaming, and I'm not exaggerating, "YES" in the faces of any fan he could identify as being a Red.
The moron count at the match seems to be getting ever higher. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a bit of "banter". Always have done, always will do.
But this isn't banter. Banter is funny, a laugh - clever, witty.
Quite honestly I don't see it returning, not to the derby - because to be witty, you need wit.
And wit is, and I quote: "a message whose ingenuity or verbal skill or incongruity has the power to evoke laughter."
Not much evidence of that at derby games these days.
Finally, I heard rumours of "planned" attacks on Liverpool fans in Stanley Park for Sunday's FA Cup clash.
Two words: sad bastards.