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...
BRING on yer Roma by the score. Next week bring them on by the thousands. I’ll be the lad dressed as a Knights Templar on a holy mission, with shark suit Under Armour and a massive suit of armour over the top. Go ‘ed yer shithouse, stab my arse now. I went to...
IT happens from time to time but this very much was a frustrating afternoon for The Reds. All over the pitch the game seemed a little tougher than it needed to be, with Liverpool either trying to play within themselves or finding the ebb and flow of the game a little...
I GET all the good ones… I had thought before kick off that an early goal is exactly what we needed. Quieten the crowd and kill their hope. Actually, it arguably worked against us. We drifted through the game from then on rather like a training session and were...
DID you see that lovely article that Dion Fanning wrote about his lad, and dinosaurs and him loving Mo Salah and that? It was lovely that, wasn’t it? Would have brought a tear to the eye of even a hardened, misery arse that, wouldn’t it? I couldn’t help but think,...
