SATURDAY was a bad day to invest in a bottle of Bailey’s. It tastes like milk, but it has the anaesthetic properties of a sledgehammer. Now let’s get things clear, not all in the Liverpool FC garden is rosy, but neither is all in the garden covered in horse shit. I...
THREE is the magic number, no more, no less. Then again, maybe more accurately it’s 18 that is looking suspiciously like the magic number. Early days still, but the more I see of Alberto Moreno the more I like him. It was another fine performance from him last...
RUBIK’S Cube opponents, we used to trip up against a lot of Rubik’s Cube opponents. Those type of games and opposition that common-sense states we shouldn’t struggle with, except we do. Teams that come to Anfield and have the temerity to score first, then...
“Ambassador, with these Rocher you are really spoiling us!” FERRERO Rocher football – this at times was Ferrero Rocher football. Brendan Rodgers is ‘the ambassador’ and when we play like we did a White Hart Lane then he is indeed “spoiling us”. Daniel Sturridge....
DEFEAT, self-inflicted or ruthlessly picked apart by clinical opponents? Take your pick, as the loss at Manchester City could fall into either category. There will be other days and nights like these, the next one might even arise on Sunday at White Hart Lane, but...
DOO is a bit angry. Anger doesn’t suit Doo. Doo is a really nice fella. Doo is a Southampton fan. *This isn’t going to go all ‘I want to introduce you to someone’. Doo works at Southampton University, is a born-again fitness enthusiast and has been nowhere near Iran....
SO now for the interesting bit. The last pre-season ball to be kicked in mild irritation has mercifully been and gone. The next one Liverpool Football Club kick will have points riding on it. The next line-up that Brendan Rodgers names will be one designed to...
THIS weekend marks the return of the Football League, a full week before the Premier League’s big kick off. Something that has been an unsettling concept for me ever since it was introduced a fair few years back now. I mean, why can’t we all kick off the new season...
I’M channelling Wyclef Jean’s Gone Till November. More precisely, Wyclef Jean’s Gone Till November as performed in a karaoke bar somewhere on the Greek island of Kos – a good decade and a half or so ago – by a monotone/tone deaf Scandinavian surfer dude. It was...
THROWAWAY remarks about future events that eventually come to pass. Well, threaten to come to pass. Odd things they are. You get a self-satisfied hum of contentment that you saw something before anyone else did, but usually for me it’s offset by a dull thud because I...
