In no uncertain terms there are certain football grounds that cause an almighty shiver to hurtle down the spine of the world’s best footballers. The prospect of battling against a crescendo of vociferous noise on a wet Tuesday night is enough to make a grown man quiver in fear.
That scenario is one that will forever make the League Cup a competition like no other. With games primarily played at the moon’s witching hour, the dark night sky provides an intimidating backdrop against the retina bearing lights beaming down on the long, rectangular expanse of grass encased in a concrete shell with the clamour of a thousand howling voices ringing in your ears.
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