NORMAL service resumed? In a sense, yes. Liverpool cruise to victory against reasonable mid-table opposition, keeping a clean sheet, the question more about how many rather than how. In that normal service sense, Mo Salah hits the bar, elicits a great save and scores....
THINGS that are blows: – The lack of chances created. – The equaliser. – The last minute missed opportunity. Things that aren’t blows: – The league table. The league table still shows Liverpool top of the pile with a healthy cushion at...
LIVERPOOL v Manchester City — the prevailing battle. Liverpool v Leicester City — the evening’s affair. Mathematics v Feelings — the inner struggle. Had both Liverpool and Manchester City won you’d be bouncing, but we’d be as you...
YOU know you are alive. My lord, you know you are alive. Isn’t that the point? It is, but you felt that maybe a bit too much. It shouldn’t have been this way. Eight minutes in, James Milner goes on a charging run from back to front, and you think Liverpool...
PRESSURE. Did you feel it? I know I did. I was a quiet mess before the game and first half. I was a state, quietly bubbling, quietly seeing the worst at every opportunity. How’s your bottle? Ask me on 23, there. Gone, mate. Gone. The worst was only ever this:...
WE’LL get to the young lad. Liverpool picked a team who looked like they had never played together before. Wolverhampton Wanderers picked a team who knew exactly what their jobs were. God, could you tell. In the first half especially, you could tell. Barely a...
GETTING beat hurts. It is rubbish. Hold that close, Reds. Remember that pain. Four clear. Seventeen games to go. Arsenal and City completed. You’d have taken it at the moment when Virgil van Dijk slices the ball towards Jordan Pickford’s goal, by god...
IT’S the 93rd minute at Anfield and the madness has taken hold. The only disappointment is that Liverpool beat Arsenal 5-1, instead of putting six past Unai Emery’s dishevelled, ageing cockneys. That is the madness at Anfield just now. We score five...
THE Title Truism… “It’s a marathon, not a sprint.” It is a marathon and a sprint. It is an 800m race, two laps of the track where you run as fast as you can. It’s long distance, it’s dead fast. It’s tactical, it’s...
IT teemed down. It bounced down. It danced down. And you’re damn right we danced. Fucking hell, that was glorious. And fucking hell it was. Mad Friday and a mad Friday night in Wolverhampton, possibly the best night out in Wolverhampton that has ever been had. A...
