“SEE you in Madrid.” That was the parting shot for so many as the traditional farewell to friends at the match took place as fans filtered away from an emotional afternoon at Anfield. There was no final twist, no fairytale ending, but there was a swell of pride in the...
THERE were maybe four to go when we last talked, you and I. Maybe four more love songs. And now there is definitely just one. And how are we doing? Proud but not that cool. Not really. Angry but at no one in particular. No blame, not because of a no-blame culture, but...
I MEAN, you can all fuck off if you think I’m in any mental state to rate these lads out of 10 after that. Ninety-seven points and haven’t won the league. Fuck me. Brief these because, you know what, I haven’t fucking got it in me. Alisson: 10 Best keeper in the...
MAYBE there are lessons. Maybe we will be forever young. Maybe, the hope for the future lies in the eyes of our youth. Effervescence: in Anfield on Tuesday night while nursing a frenetic three-goal advantage against a body which claims to be more than a club, I was...
I’M on the top of the world, Lookin’ down on creation, And the only explanation I can find, Is the love that I’ve found ever since you’ve been around, Your love’s put me at the top of the world… (R. Carpenter & J. Bettis, 1972)...
FOOTBALL makes you feel a certain kind of way. From the depths of despair to rip-roaring ecstasy to genuine exasperation. It doesn’t half put you through the ringer, does it? Head gone, hair declining, life expectancy shot to pieces, but isn’t that what it’s all...
I THOUGHT I had to write this yesterday. I lost track of the days and all concept of time. They told me I had another day, that I could let it all soak in before putting some words together in a coherent way. I’d need more than a day to get anywhere near letting that...
THE day after the night before it is still hard to comprehend what we saw last night. That Liverpool came back from a three-goal deficit from the Nou Camp to knock out the mighty Barcelona. That a cobbled together side and a few walking wounded destroyed one of the...
THERE was a moment at the end of the game where someone from BT Sport came onto the pitch, shoved a microphone under Sadio Mane’s nose and asked him a question. His response will live with me forever. He mumbled a few half-formed words then he went quiet. Then he...
I’M gonna have to apologise. Firstly, I apologise that Neil Atkinson can’t bring you these words. That you don’t get to read the absolute poetry he could conjure up in the aftermath of a whirlwind of football like that. I apologise if these words don’t do that for...
