RIGHT now I am taking it badly. All things pass. This will too. But Liverpool have managed to find a way to make this defeat hurt when it never should have. They found a way to be less than their full selves. There is an argument that they managed this due to Mo Salah...
WHAT a day in May, what a sight to behold, what a team in Red, with a goalkeeper in yellow, being vastly superior all over the pitch. Everything beautiful. The sun shone on Anfield today and Anfield shone right back at it. The football was effervescent from Liverpool;...
I DON’T like to start on a bit of a downer and that, but someone needs to do something about these referees, mate. That fucker Friend wants fucking legging out of the city boundaries, like fucking Thelma and Louise, but instead of a load of bizzies, it is Andy...
ARSENE Wenger retiring. Alex Ferguson deeply unwell. That sort of Sunday. A Sunday that makes you think about these men in our game. It would be mad to not wish them both all the best, but dwell on the differences for a second. Both are tremendous football minds, both...
SUN is out, bank holiday weekend = BBQ in our house. Not in the house, that would be wild, carbon monoxide alarms going off all over the gaff, trying to watch the game through a fog of smoke, like frigging Beijing or something, with one of them masks on. To be honest,...
THERE are two pieces to be written. There is one which starts like this: A Liverpool player hits the deck with relief on the final whistle. We know how he feels. I hate this: we never do anything the easy way. I hate that because we don’t do easy things. If you...
ROME. What a city. Some of the things you see here are second to none. Some of the buildings leave your jaw open, agog, amazement and wonder spread all over your face. Wonderstruck, struck by wonder. Imagine being a peasant, from Germania, circa 400 years BC or...
I’VE never known a season with so much quality attacking football. I’ve never known a season where Liverpool are awarded so few penalties, especially at home. I’m prepared to allow for a tactical idea — that sides tend to stand off...
FUCKING Stoke. I’m going home for a cup of tea in a glass. Going to smash the living daylights out of all of me bowls, cups, plates and anything that looks like they might make it in Stoke. Single-use plastic lad, that’s where it’s at. Use it once, lash it in the sea....
THERE was a point between the second and half time where the whole ground fell silent. It was as if everyone in the place had a moment. Had this moment: Have you ever seen anything as cool as that in your whole life? Have you, though? There have been a million and one...
