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...
WELL Reds, what a season that was then. I’ll be honest, I didn’t see it coming. This team was always going to be capable of great things, but getting 97 points last year felt like a massive effort that was unlikely to be replicated, and there were no indications that...
WE are Liverpool. This means more. A glorified marketing slogan used by opposition fans as a stick to beat us with? Maybe. It would be a bit pretentious of us to pretend that what we’ve got going on is more important than at other clubs, after all. You only have to...
SO that is that then. Thirty-eight done. This is how it feels. Liverpool top of the league. You spend your life looking in the mirror brushing your teeth and thinking about the title. You catch yourself jogging and thinking of what hasn’t been. Stare out of...
LAST game of the year. What a year. Probably not as good as next year. That’s mad. Up the fucking Reds. Alisson: 7 Absolutely nothing to do, 20 seconds in aside. To be fair to him, he was still probably putting his towel and water bottle behind the goal when they...
TIME to turn the lights out. Exit, The Reds, stage left. What a performance. The boards drenched in floral tributes. The bows could go on all night. No dry eyes on Wednesday evening after that trophy lift. What a season. What a team. So, the point of Newcastle,...
MY city, my people, my heart. I was OK, I’d held it together last night until a certain point. It wasn’t the lift, Kenny or seeing them on The Kop. It was when Jamie Webster’s latest single, This Place, played out in a special video from Sky. It made me stop, it made...
OK, told Josh I would live blog this cunt of a lift. There’s Souey, there. Love him, you know. Made mistakes, genuine remorse. Kelly’s rig is 🔥 The lights have gone out. Imagine the blues. Hahaha. Look at them ribbons. I would like them to drape over my naked...
WE aren’t unbearable. Unbearable was nonsense. But we have been unbreakable. That’s what has been astonishing about the enterprise. They lose in Kyiv. They win in Madrid. They lose out on 97 points. They go played 27 won 26 drawn one. They refused to be...
THERE’S a line in the film Shadowlands which has always stuck with me. The film concerns the friendship between the writer C.S Lewis and the American poet Joy Davidman Grisham. While Lewis (played by Anthony Hopkins) is the model of repressed and proper Oxford...
