I’LL be honest. I like being honest to start. You’re reading this somewhere in the week before Jürgen Klopp’s beautiful Redmen add another potentially bloody gorgeous chapter to our storied saga, I’m writing it (obviously) earlier. That’s how time works. I’m writing...
SO, how are we today? I went to bed at 10.55pm, about five hours after we pretty much knew that nothing was going to happen but only five minutes before the unbearable “slamming shut” of the window, the point that Jim White’s transfer knowledge would bring...
EVERY so often I get to sit in a room with people who know what they’re doing, people who have genuine contacts, people who check their stories with multiple sources, people who take those checks to the clubs and ask for comments, people who know how difficult it is...
“THE truth, just like you, just like me, is never that simple.” Forgive me the indulgence of starting this with a quote from a friend’s debut album (Hightown Pirates’ ‘Dry and High’ out on June 16, trust me, you’ll love it) but it’s absolutely pertinent to what we’re...
“AS flies to wanton boys are we to th’ gods, they kill us for their sport.” King Lear. As ever, this may not seem, initially at least, to be about football in general or Liverpool in particular but we’ll get there. First we need to talk about Shakespeare. At some...
IT may be the fact that the beginning of each of the last three weeks has been bright and spoken of warmer, sunnier days (other than that pre-derby biblical downpour); it may be because we have been mired in a pointless international break that has, yet again, served...
ON Monday February 13, I received an email from Neil Atkinson; could I do the second ever recording of the new AFQ Football podcast at 5pm that night? Obviously I said yes, I’ll say yes to anything that sounds like it’s going to be interesting and enjoyable. And then...
I AM stupid. Uneducated. Not just ‘ill-educated’, which would suggest that Fazakerley Comprehensive didn’t do a fantastic job on me between 1975 and 1983, but uneducated. I simply didn’t go to school. Apparently. According to Twitter, obviously. You know this is...
SHALL I tell you how I’ve spent the last half-hour? Searching for the true, accurate origin of a quote; I need this detail as I want to start this with the very highest standards. I want literature, I want specifics, I want relevance. I had what I thought was a...
IT took nearly 30 seconds. Practically the moment that the final whistle blew on Sunday lunchtime’s capitulation, my Twitter timeline kicked into life. Suddenly, I was seeing Twitter screenshots of an article that I wrote here back in August (“We Will Win The League...
