THIS isn’t just about one game. It’s about two – let’s go crazy. Maybe even three – let’s go nuts. Because:
And then there were three.
Arsenal are now three and insurmountable goal difference behind Liverpool.
To finish ahead of Liverpool – not Chelsea, not City – Liverpool, Arsenal now need to better the result in two of Liverpool’s last eight games. 25% of the remaining games.
It isn’t happening for them now where the title is concerned. And I’m glad. Not because I think Mourinho is a nicer man than Wenger. Or because I think a side built as Arsenal’s has been isn’t as noteworthy as the squad Manchester City has amassed aggressively and at expense.
But because if you ship six at Manchester City, six at Chelsea, five at Liverpool you could never be worthy champions. You could never deserve the football league.
Liverpool would be worthy champions.
Liverpool deserve the football league.
Chelsea would be worthy champions too I suppose. Today they were a Liverpool cover act, cutting Arsenal to shreds. They learnt from what we did all those weeks ago when a defeat could have destroyed us. They got their education from the kop.
Liverpool verged on unworthy for the first half today. Cardiff were compact, aggressive and attacked the space Liverpool struggle to cover in the diamond – where Flanagan, Agger, Gerrard and Allen are all at the ragged edge.
These Liverpool players have enough credit in the bank to have an honest discussion about this. Gerrard isn’t a pure holder, Agger lacks aggression on occasion, Allen doesn’t have Henderson’s engine and Flanagan remains a youngster for all his outstanding composure shown so far. The change for Cissokho was right and proper.
On the other flank Henderson’s pass for Johnson for the first equaliser was sublime while some of his others went astray. And Johnson was at his Rolls Royce best. A man of the match performance in a game where Suarez got three and Skrtel got himself a brace with some fabulous work in the opposition box.
Liverpool were, all in, not at their best.
What a team.
They scored six goals.
You’ve seen us play far better this campaign.
Six goals. And it could have been more.
What a team. They astound me. Delight me. Confound me.
They are by far the trickiest team I ever did see. I really love their peaches, want to shake their tree.
They played brilliantly from the forty sixth minute until they made it 2-4. They decided the game needed running and they ran it. They ran rings around Cardiff. For that period it was their ball, their game. They seized it. Before then Cardiff had been better set up to hurt Liverpool than Manchester United. Fair play to them.
This is why this Liverpool side can do this. This is why they actually are as worthy as anyone else. Why not us? Let’s go crazy.
City scored five. Liverpool and Chelsea scored six.
And then there were three.
But two of them have to come and look at the Tricky Reds. Walk around the Tricky Reds. Be spun around by the Tricky Reds. Right round round round round.
And so further analysis proper tomorrow. This is my evening. Spinning. Drinking. Dancing. Singing. Out since noon with Steve and Kate. Brockle and Girling. Rob, Ben, Rick, Becci, Claire and Nick. Out since noon in a city which believes if Red and is terrified if Blue.
And then there were three.
Let’s roll. Brendan Rodgers’s Tricky Reds. Never bowed, never beaten. 82 goals.
Lad. Lad. This league isn’t going to win itself lad.
Let’s win it. Sunderland next. Let’s go crazy. Let’s go nuts. Are we going to let the defending bring us down? Oh no, let’s go.
And then there were three. Let’s go crazy.
I’ll be honest I’ve not read any of the above nonsense but I’ll say this:
Ban coutinho from corners and shooting at goal.
Both Skrtl’s goals come from Coutinho crosses. Agree about the shooting.
He’s not called Crazy Bob for nothing.
Gotta keep this going Neil. Excellent
Devastatingly mental reds today Neil. Another great article as always buddy – perfect post-game verbal trickery! One word for the reds: un-frickin-stoppable
Spot on again, I think we’re gonna do it but 24 years of not keeps nagging at me but then I tell it to fuck off and its on the drink again we’re gonna do it and my livers gonna be ruined ITS SOOOO ON !!
Couldn’t this get it out my head after that. http://www.myvideo.de/watch/7706458/Prince_Lets_Go_Crazy
Like a record baby. Probe Records.
We’re not called the Tricky Reds anymore.
The Nutty Boys for me from now on.
Let’s go One Step Beyond!
Ok, this is a bit pedantic but you can’t say we were poor for the whole first half. At 1-0 I was worried it might be a bad day. When we went 2-1 down I was completely disillusioned. Distraught. Livid. At half time though I was talking to mates who weren’t watching it and I told them we were controlling the game now and I fully expected we were gonna win the game convincingly. The point being, if we weren’t completely dominating I would have been in a state at HT. I wasn’t. I was completely confident. It was a bad half hour, that’s all.
That’s the difference now Robin.When we went behind twice I was feeling frustrated thinking about goal difference.Somehow it never crossed my mind that we would lose or even draw.
I’ve not felt like that for years!
Crazy Bob you shouldn’t comment if you haven’t at least read the fucking article you fucking bellend. Therefore your opinion is doesn’t count – prick.
’twas a comment particular to the football match. Not a response to another’s ramblings….. knob.
Crazy Bob, you’re talking rubbish. At least read the article first before commenting.
It doesn’t feel right, but I can’t shake the vision of Gerrard with the league trophy over his head. 8 more games.
The more impressive and crazy these results are the more difficult it becomes to live through the experience of them. But maybe this was the overcoming of a banana skin than would normally result in dropped points, maybe this was our Coventry ’97, maybe this was our Bradford ’00. It doesn’t seem to matter, because maybe this was another stepping stone to a 19th title. Maybe this shows those around us that yes, you may take the lead against us, but that will just make us angry, and you won’t like us when we’re angry.
Poetic read just like the Reds…poetry in motion!
1 – 0 down? Not arsed, we’ll pull that back no time. *Suarez* See?
2 – 1 down? Still not arsed, I saw that game against Stoke. *Skrtel* There you go.
Half Time? I trust Brendan. He’s going to take them in, give them a bollocking and we’ll come out all guns blazing. *Full Time*
So… Can anyone else remember being so joyfully confident, so annoyingly smug even after going behind twice? Rodgers has changed my perception of ‘what Liverpool do’. It’s not a case of nerves any more, or even squeaky bum time (as the dour, crimson-faced, whiskey-nosed c*unt from up that way put it). We’re out-scoring, and often out-classing every opponent. Keep this up and… 19…
BRENDAN RODGERS’ LIVERPOOL,
WE’RE ON OUR WAY TO GLORY,
BUILT A TEAM LIKE SHANKLY DID,
OUR KIDS WILL HAVE A STORY.
Rodgers is a solutions provider. The Prince of solutions.
He knows his players inside out and can get the most out of them in any, it seems, given situation.
He handled Flano very well too. Only hooked him when game was won. Good for his confidence to know the manager backed him when he was struggling.
Nir nir nir 19