THE realisation of having to feel defeat again has been a sobering one over the past week or so. I had rid myself of it, exorcised it from my very being, positively reinforced by the sight of Liverpool winning games of football. Sometimes at a canter, other times on a...
LAST night wasn’t good, was it? Why couldn’t anyone in a red shirt pass to anyone else in a red shirt? I know Napoli’s pitch looked like it had been dug up, but still. We should have managed at least one shot on target. It’s really hard to...
LIVERPOOL lost and they deserved to lose. The good thing about being good is being able to say: “That isn’t good. That isn’t what good looks like.” Before a ball was kicked I would have taken a point. Firstly, due to the group scenario but...
YOU can blame the pitch. You can blame the lack of changes from the weekend. You can blame Jürgen Klopp’s tactics on the night, or that he refused to make a positive substitution until it was too late. Whatever avenue of finger pointing you choose to explore,...
JESUS. Ran ourselves into the ground for a big dose of nothing but cramp and tired legs for Sunday. Would probably have been better if they had just beat us early doors. Fine lines between a good, old-fashioned, hard-fought European away point, and a massive bowl of...
I REMEMBER a time when a Liverpool manager suggesting that players within a squad should be rotated was met with incredulity. The masses mocked, the media scorned and the ex-professionals screamed from the hilltops “WE DIDN’T NEED A REST IN OUR DAY”. It seems...
THE celebrations in those closing minutes at Stamford Bridge on Saturday tea time, were full blooded, defiant and maybe will come to be seen as disproportionate. We are apt to do this. I was part of an away end at Villa Park in Brendan Rogers last season that properly...
IT HARDLY counts as all that perceptive to point out that there are elements of fickleness when it comes to football analysis. Indeed, as someone who writes a weekly article about one football team, I am reliant on a certain fickleness to continue to produce talking...
IT HAPPENED down at Anfield not so long ago. Well, two years, eight months and 16 days previous to be precise. Liverpool under Jürgen Klopp, trailing to Arsenal 3-2 after some questionable goalkeeping from Simon Mignolet, were desperate to save a point in a game they...
“DON’T shoot,” says Ben Johno. The ball goes to Daniel Sturridge. “Don’t you fucking shoot either,” I say. The “r” of either leaves my mouth as the ball hits the back of the net and even in Head Of Steam in town...
