I WAS at a low ebb there before kick off. Specifically in ours all day. This shit doesn’t seem fair. I needed something, someone to get me back on track, some kind of affirmation as to why footy is the greatest thing in the world. Met the lads for four pints before...
LOSING 3-0 to Barcelona in the first leg of a Champions League semi final when arguably the better team… Lucky Scousers. Losing Mo Salah and Roberto Firmino ahead of the second leg… Lucky Scousers. Reaching 94 points in the Premier League with a game to...
NO. Just no. I’m not letting these dickheads in. Not this time. You knew it was coming and it’s started already. Even when it’s not over yet. Videos of Jürgen Klopp in a car swerving away from the winning route, tweets about records in finals. Etcetera and so on....
THERE was always a possibility. A possibility that Barcelona might dish out the kind of first leg beating to Liverpool that would render the second leg of this European Cup semi final all but redundant. Liverpool had the capacity to have beaten the Catalans and beaten...
THIRTY-SEVEN down. One to go. Liverpool go and win at bottom half Newcastle. They show their class over the course of the 90 minutes and… …As if you can talk about this being cut and dried. As if this is cool. As if this should become something which is...
BEEN listening to a lot of modern-day hymns today. My mental state in relation to this league title is basically this track by Kevin Morby. Oh my Lord, come carry me home, Oh my Lord, come carry me home, Oh my God, Oh my Lord, Oh my God, Gotten to weak for this heavy...
A SEASON that has brought so much joy, a campaign of victory upon victory, of glorious football is now ebbing towards an ultimately sad conclusion. It shouldn’t be this way, but it just is. Defeat in the Nou Camp on Wednesday night was hard to take. Attempting to get...
THE hope doesn’t kill you. It is the sense of entitlement in every single football fan which makes you feel so vehemently wronged and ultimately makes you wonder for a split second if it is all worth it. It is. Liverpool’s season is on a knife edge, this is nothing...
GREETINGS from Barcelona. Where the sun is shining, and the weather is sweet, yeah. Football aside, we’ve had a lovely time of tapas, sangria and cerveza. The city was hospitable and we were very open to hospitality. Between rooftop bars, beaches and tavernas,...
WHAT to say? Where to start? They’re always the dilemmas. When you’re tasked with writing something after a night like that they’re always the first questions. I wrote last week about hope. Many of you who have followed me on these pages for a while might have...
