LIVERPOOL were not at the races. Liverpool looked at times like they had forgotten about the races. They weren’t complacent. They were off the pace all over the pitch. There are very few whose mind and body were what they needed to be. Joe Allen, perhaps, was...
IT was a significantly weaker Liverpool 11 than expected. It was a significantly stronger Liverpool performance than anticipated. The Reds. Mustard again. For 10 minutes the Reds were abject. For 80 minutes the Reds were majestic. The Reds were mustard again. The Reds...
THE League Cup can provide magic from nowhere. This is my favourite thing about it. It can become a laugh — Clinton Morrison showed how that is meant to work; it can spiral out of control — Arsenal can come to Anfield and score six; it can supply a sudden...
IN writing about Swansea City you are also writing about Bordeaux. Which is hugely convenient as there wasn’t a review of Bordeaux. There wasn’t a review of Bordeaux because pretty suddenly I wasn’t at all well. Aching joints, sweating profusely,...
IN writing about Bordeaux at home in the Europa League you are writing about Swansea City at home in the Premier League. Because you know, don’t you. You know aspects of the study that shows the impact Europa League games has can be hotly disputed but you also...
“SHOW them the way to go home. They’re tired and they want to go to bed. They’re only half a football team, Compared to the boys in Red.” Few stanzas as beautiful as that. Before a ball was kicked there was talk of City’s strength. On our...
IT’S 10 minutes gone and only a crossbar and a tremendous piece of defending mean Liverpool aren’t deservedly 0-2 ahead. The extent to which Liverpool show themselves superior in the first 10 minutes of the game is quite remarkable. Liverpool away from...
RUBIN Kazan. What can you say about them that hasn’t been said before? Firstly, how about “it’s close”? No-one is saying that. Perhaps “it’s easy to get to.” No-one is saying that either. Because these things are lies, it isn’t close, it...
“I CANNOT, just cannot, begin to describe the size of the hook I’d give Coutinho at half time. I don’t have the vocabulary to do so.” Neil Edward Atkinson, 13:25, 31st October 2015 Makes fools of all of us, the football. One of its most...
ONE to us and nil to them. Not one to them. One to us and nil to them. Astonishing scenes, these. The youngish Reds doing the business. The youngish Reds hugely buttressed by Lucas Leiva second half and constantly lit up by Roberto Firmino. Firmino had a ton of...
