Karl Coppack writes that Jürgen Klopp’s home league unbeaten run not only matches a record set by Bob Paisley, it cements him as one of the greatest we’ve seen… ON November 8, 2015, Jürgen Klopp strode out onto the Anfield pitch and stared...
Liverpool have had their fair share of bad luck this season but, as Karl Coppack suggests, The Reds can use that adversity to fuel their fire… THERE’S a scene in an episode of The Simpsons where Mr Burns weighs up the chances of his company’s softball...
I’D forgotten all about anger. The aftermath of the Villa game had nothing to do with being angry. In my house at least it was met with confusion. How did we manage to fail so spectacularly? We’d still have been battered even if we discounted their spawny deflected...
I’VE just finished reading George Orwell’s Keep the Aspidistra Flying. Set in the 1930s, it concerns a poet called Gordon Comstock who declares war on the ‘money god’ which dominates the world. He refuses a well-paid job writing ludicrous advertising copy and instead...
HOW’S your therapy going? It’s Monday night as I write this so you’re ahead of me. I’m still somewhere between fury, nonchalant acceptance and utter confusion. My state changes every couple of minutes. That might be reflected here. 7-2 though. 7-2! And not to a fully...
IN October 1986, Liverpool travelled to Craven Cottage to play Fulham in the second leg of a Littlewoods Cup tie. The Double winners sat third in the league having seen off Wimbledon at Plough Lane three days earlier. There wasn’t much interest in the tie and that was...
OVER the weekend the press reported that our first game of the season had everything. It had goals, disallowed goals, defensive howlers, a hat-trick, two charismatic managers and more to and fro action than your average basketball game. That’s not true though. It...
WELCOME to the 2020-21 season. Furthermore, welcome to the Champions of England. In the same way I never grew tired of referring to the lads in red as the European Champions last year, I’ll be adopting a similar moniker, albeit more domestic, for the following...
NORWICH was hot. Roasting hot. Anfield feels different when it’s warm. Don’t be fooled by the televisual sight of the ground basking in glorious sunshine. A lot of the time it’s cold or at least ‘coat weather’, but when you can put shorts on and leave your forearms...
