I’m proud to be a Wanderer. It’s days like these that light the spark in our Wanderers hearts. We went to Anfield with hope in our hearts and held the mighty Liverpool.

We travelled by train and had our own ale trail in Liverpool before ending up in the Cavern. Lunch was a man-size bowl of Scouse in the Thomas Rigby, where we were kept up to date by friends on Twitter on the progress of the great Wanderers convoy.

Neil Lennon’s Super White Army descended upon a packed Anfield and we did Bolton proud. We roared ourselves hoarse in one of the best atmospheres for many years following Bolton.

The team responded with a defensive display that defied belief. We took everything Liverpool could throw at us and on the few occasions they managed to get through, Adam Bogdan was on hand to save the day. It was a day to stand up and be counted and the whole team did that to a man. Dean Moxey was inches away from scoring, while two good chances fell to Eidur Gudjohnsen. Perhaps we lacked the firepower of ’93 to win the match but we never looked like losing this one. We thoroughly deserved to bring them back to the Macron.

In the few months Neil Lennon has been at the Macron, he has restored confidence and instilled character into this team. He’s getting the best out of what he’s got. Now he needs to find the strikers to get the goals. Good cup results are often the first signs that a team is genuinely on the up and promotions follow soon after.

Hats off to the Liverpool fans who gave Emile Heskey such a warm welcome upon his return to Anfield and also gave Neil Lennon and the Bolton team an ovation after the match. That’s class. At the end of the match and all the way home, it was the sweet silver sound of the Whites that you could hear.