Neil Atkinson’s post-match review for The Anfield Wrap after Liverpool 1 Leeds United 2 in the Premier League at Anfield…
THIS is short. Sorry. But, my god. My word.
I mean. I’d like to say a good solid, honest to the skies “Fuck off Liverpool”. I’ve said that before and will say it again. Years of experience behind me, decades of decline to come.
Fuck off Liverpool. Fuck off Libpool.
But I’ve walked into town post match and I mostly just want to give them a hug.
Hugs are not normally part of the arrangement especially after home defeats but I walked into the Glenbuck, into The Stanley, and then I’ve walked into town and walked into The Croc and hugs are what everyone is doing. So why can’t they have one too?
I mean they are fucking idiots. They are offering gifts out like no one’s business. Both goals are frankly dreadful; one of them where there is enough blame for four goals to go around. Is it Joe Gomez’s fault or Alisson Becker’s fault? I mean wow. Share it. The winner? Look around. It stems from one end to the other. And it is worse the closer it gets to our goal.
And so fuck off Liverpool. Fuck off Libpool.
And get hugged Liverpool. You daft exhausted bastards.
So the shape is dreadful. It, frankly, makes me sick. It is inexcusable. Andy Robertson goes past three second half and doesn’t have a ball. No one at left mid, left wing or left forward. Practically no one at left centre mid. Thiago Alcantara isn’t doing shuttles for you as Jordan Henderson had to do midweek.
There is nothing down the left, not enough between the lines. Roberto Firmino struggles and shouldn’t get the 90.
Liverpool are at their best in the game in the period between the first two goals. Which makes how poor they are between the equaliser and half time even more bemusing. They dominate Leeds United before the Mo Salah goal goes in. And then, weirdly, oddly they shrink. They should double, triple down but they can’t. Instead they crumble backwards, are left hitting on the counter. Credit to Leeds in a sense but my god Liverpool. My god Libpool.
I’m furious with them. I would get them all round to mine for a big breakfast. Mona may not approve.
Stop encouraging them Liverpool. Stop showing them their way home. Stop offering belief. Start stamping on hope rather than fostering it. This just isn’t the thing. It has to cease soon.
Darwin Nunez should win the game for Liverpool. That’s the job he has and the one he craves. Not seeing it through hurts. Roberto Firmino is kept on for the same reason and he should score too. Nothing happens as it should. Liverpool should dig it out. But it becomes a 2-1 game and that’s the issue. That’s the shortcoming. It becomes a coin toss.
And that is bad news.
I’ve no idea who is meant to run the show. No idea what the show even is. No idea what a Liverpool goal looks like.
Every time the ball goes dead Liverpool’s players are having a big chat. An argument. A bollocking. Every single time.
This would suggest they aren’t properly set up. That the manager and his staff need to be better. Absolutely. Absofuckinglutely. But they can both go fuck themselves and have a hug too. They are our people. Good people. Listen, there’s a breakfast.
Listen, there’s a city. I’m in town and everyone is having a ball and they don’t get that, not one of them. And maybe you don’t either, where ever you are, whatever you are up to. Maybe you think we can go fuck ourselves. Absolutely. Absofuckinglutely. Fill your boots.
I get that, I get all of it. I feel the anger and I feel the exhaustion. Trust me, I feel the exhaustion.
All we have is each other. All we have is them and all they have is each other. You work with me? Day to day? I tell people to fuck off an awful lot. I call people dreadful things. Fuck off Liverpool. Absolutely fuck the fuck off Libpool.
But we’re in this together, aren’t we? They are mine. And you are mine. And I am yours and they are yours. Nothing else makes sense. We’re in this together. It’s easy to love when we win.
Come to ours for breakfast Libpool. Fuck off Liverpool. Come dancing Liverpool. Do whatever it takes Libpool.
No more gifts, I’m begging you Liverpool. That’s my line. But come in here.
I love you, for my sins and for yours.
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Atkinson comments are a disgrace young supporters read these reviews . You should not be showing them
As I keep mentioning it’s time to sell Liverpool have been on a good run unfortunately it’s time to rebuild we have let most of our players go such as Ox Keita Firmino Fabinhio Arthur Matip Jones Jota Phillips Thiago Gomez with like of Henderson and Milner repoint a new captain sign 3 world class midfielders with a potential of back signing to. Everyone goes on about Thiago being our best player? I’m sure u know 3 seasons and barley scratch the surface cmon this is what I’m talking about weres there another Steve Gee ? Heart Desire Passion I get told all the time u don’t know what your talking about go back to Africa but I choose to standby ground and show my support forget loyalty it’s about the club
Akinson is scrambing for ideas.
He knows the blame lies at FSG door – chronic under investment
He also knows that FSG have bought TAW silence – why else would there be no comments on FSG.
FSG have under invested in LFC.
TAW would do well to remember – if LFC fall into obscurity, that the fanzines would certainly also suffer financially…..
What a weird set of comments. We lost (so do other teams), we were a mess (ditto), this hurts and is frustrating. Getting rid of all the players who have done us proud these last few years is nonsense. We’re introducing good – soon to be great – new players. There’s something wrong that’s impossible to put a finger on. Don’t think it’s the owners, don’t think it’s the management, don’t know what the fuck it is to be honest.
Grow up Atkinson. I’m ashamed that you write like some petulant kid.
What do you think Shankly and Paisley would have said had you written about them and their respective reds when they lost and went through rough periods?
Klopp will sort it out as I have faith in his skills, experience and talent as a manager. I wish you did.
…and Neil, you can swear all you want, mate. Swearing is a release right now…