FOOTBALL is always just about to prove you wrong. This is the most important thing it can do.
Picture the scene:
Rob Gutmann: I’d do Allen for Can here.
Neil Atkinson: Nah.
Rob Gutmann: This is a bit of a role reversal.
Neil Atkinson: I just think Emre Can is more likely to get us a goal than Joe Allen.
All the best.
Bear every word of the above in mind as we go forward.
I’m fuming. Two dropped. Quite the two dropped. Two lashed. Two daft goals to concede before a decent one. Two daft goals that felt like spliced footage in a film, felt like a jumpcut. Felt like deja vu in The Matrix. Whoa. Deja vu.
Yeah, deja vu. All over the show. Deja vu to last season against these. Deja vu to a goalkeeper who keeps conceding from corners. Deja vu to a team terrified from set pieces. Deja fucking fucking vu to hard won draws that should be hard won wins. Deja vu on toast. Deja vu coming out my ears, dripping down my face, lodging in my bellybutton. Deja vu.
They went in our box five times and scored three goals. There is this question: why work your plums off when it is getting lashed in? Because Liverpool did and they did. But they must be fuming. Everything is office politics. Imagine working in that office where a lad lashes it in.
That is a bad office. Not one I would like to work in. Simon Mignolet is not the lad I would put in charge of the most mundane operation. It isn’t for him. Not even the tea.
What else? Liverpool did loads of Man City stuff in their 4-4-2. Loads of ‘hold it, hold it, hold it, there’s-my-runner-release’ which gladdened the heart and quickened the pulse.
Liverpool did loads of football well.
They closed down the passing lanes, which all the cool kids are doing these days. They tried to turn Arsenal around, Henderson especially empowered to play the agricultural big one. They worked and thought and won at least 60 per cent of the battles. They were the thing or two thirds of the thing.
Henderson was working brilliantly. The only issue is the legs but then the legs are the issue. There aren’t enough Liverpool players mooching round even close to fully fit. Few footballers are fully fit but too many of Liverpool’s are returning to fitness.
Regardless the night is as Beckettian as it can get. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
The manager said the first half wasn’t perfect in some senses but it was close. United on Sunday. Loads were happy with four points. Fail again. Fail better.
Just don’t fail each other.
Up the Reds.