IT WASN’T always this way, but I enjoy the end of a season these days. Maybe it’s age or the effect of non-football life washing over me, but I’m glad of the rest. People often draw the analogy of your club being akin to a high-maintenance girlfriend...
DOES anyone remember Clubcall? I don’t know if it’s still going but I used to ring it when I was at work. It was a phone service which gave you club rumours and interviews ‘direct from Anfield’. I can still remember the opening bars and a...
IF THINGS are getting easier, maybe you’re headed downhill. – Ghanaian proverb I like this proverb. I like its suggestion that struggling is merely a step on the road to progress and that the easier path isn’t always the right one. Ghana has had its fair share...
THERE are going to be numerous season reviews following the mighty Reds missing out on the Charity Shield qualifier yesterday but they’ll mostly focus on the individual games, goals and tactics. I’m going to try something a little different as, for me,...
AS The Kop poured into the streets with leaden shoulders and a collective stooped gait, a lone voice roared above the hubbub. ‘Libpool, Libpool – top of the league. Libpool – top of the league.’ It was an act of defiance. It spoke of a heart...
I’M not sure when this started but as the weeks have rolled on I’m relying less on tricky language, pleasing similes and passionate ravings. No. I’ve dropped from the polysyllabic to the monosyllabic to mere grunting in different keys. Iv-a-pool....
I’VE gone. I’m a broken man. I wasn’t nervous before West Ham. I honestly wasn’t. In my head I’ve allocated different percentages of nerves to different games and I had West Ham at 10% panic. No (or little) sweat. Yes, there’s the Carroll...
SUNDAY’S 4-0 drubbing of Spurs made it 9-0 on aggregate for the season and sent the Reds back to the top of the table with the title in their own hands – but it’s not the first time Tottenham have been on the wrong side of a thrashing from Liverpool....
THE chippy was shut. That wasn’t good. Everything had to be right and in its place. I’d met my mates, we’d shook hands and we’d discussed who would miss out in the midfield. I was a bit worried about the lack of Allen and felt that Coutinho...
LET’S start with the facts. 1988: Arguably our greatest side – 87 goals in 40 games. 1979: For me, the perfect Liverpool team – 85 goals in 42 games 1977: Our greatest season – 62 goals in 42 games Ladies and gentlemen, Liverpool currently sit...
