I *LOVE* Rafa Benitez. I love the bones of him. I’m willing to bet I’m in the top one percent of worldwide Rafa lovers. There are basically his kids, Montse and Antonio Nunez that I’m prepared to acknowledge might be ahead of me. It’s important...
IT OCCURS to me that this is an example of a game where a match review might need to be that bit more of a match report. We have a non-televised game in the UK where around half of Liverpool’s travelling support have chosen to stay away in protest at ticket...
I’M in a car with five men (or I was, then my phone battery died). Gibbons is in Lisbon with his wonderful wife. Laura really is brilliant. Like if she wasn’t I’d gloss over this like a snide. Make it go as quick as I can. Instead I want to dwell and...
HEY! Hey! Everyone! The Reds are impotent again. Impotent. All the ball. Endless ball. The Reds are mooching round the hill boys. They all laugh at us, they all mock at us, they all say our goals are numbered. Our goals are numbered. In the car on the way home. 212 is...
RIGHT. Dreadful collectively. A reminder that this is: a) Subjective. And 5 is alright. b) Done in the immediate aftermath of the game and all I’ve seen is in the ground. c) Not a discussion of formation(s) or set up but just the 12 lads who played more than...
AS a contest it was hard to know to expect from Liverpool vs Newcastle. One side which has been inconsistent and a little impotent against poorer opposition at home and the other side one which appears to have downed tools for the campaign insofar as they ever had...
POST-Arsenal, heads had gone. Everywhere I looked, heads had gone. Not quite everywhere. Everywhere’s harsh. And the madness has been tempered slightly by victory at Blackburn. But one of the ways you know heads have gone is because Paul Tomkins writes something...
QUICKLY, declarations of interest: 1. I’m hosting the launch of the book with Simon and Jamie Carragher. 2. I consider Simon to be a friend. After reading Men In White Suits I worry about the second declaration of interest. Simon’s inherent relaxed, open...
WE’RE going to Wembley. Whether we like it or not. I’d rather play at Villa Park, even Old Trafford, but anyway. They don’t involve me in these decisions. Reminder: a 5 is alright. The Reds Are Gnarling Up The Hill Boys. SIMON MIGNOLET: 9 That save...
THERE are times when I strongly hate the way I write about football. People think you are messing round rather than committing to the subject matter. All season, the essence of why I discuss goals has been ignored because of the *way* I discuss goals. Here’s...
