FOOTBALL fans are rarely in tandem. From debating who’s the better footballer between Cristiano Ronaldo or Lionel Messi to analysing the best player ever to play in the Premier League or even just divulging your annoyance at the latest team selection. In the...
ALRIGHT. A bastard of a word. But that was the most alright, wasn’t it? Good alright, I mean. It was, however, almost much better than alright. However, Liverpool have a big game at the weekend. However, Porto are a tidy side. However, sometimes it just...
Alisson: 7 Made two good saves in about a minute and then didn’t have loads to do. I write the same thing every fucking week, don’t I? Arnold: 8 Back up there with his best. Good defensively, good going forward. Great run for the second, great ball. Is right. Virgil:...
IT’S one of the most soothing sounds in football. The rest is a nervous silence, which emphasises all other noises around it, as a random European legend twists open the plastic ball like he’s just eaten a massive Kinder Surprise, places the empty shell on the desk...
A QUARTER-FINAL tie at Anfield looms large. A breather from the breathless chase for the title. The last eight and, by common consensus, the best draw Liverpool could have hoped for. And yet, the story around The Reds’ European Cup foray of 2018-19 feels like a...
I’M away for this. On holiday. Feels a bit mad to be away at this most crucial phase of our season, but we are where we are. Watching football alone in bars in warmer places is a guilty pleasure of mine, though. I’m at peace with it. My sons kick off whenever I book...
Everything is emotional. Everything hurts. Everything feels fabulous. Every song I write’s about you. After 30 minutes I was glad you weren’t there. Glad you weren’t putting up with it. Glad you weren’t watching Liverpool’s first, second...
Southampton Half time. Fuck me with a fucking big shiny shovel. Southampton Full time. Fuck me with a big shiny shovel. Alisson 7/10 Nothing to do first half but open his mouth in disgust at the shit show happening in front of him. Nothing to do second half except...
“FUCKING hell mate, your full backs are good.” A text message sent to me from my Spurs-supporting friend at full time last Sunday. I initially took it as a general pleasantry, until I put myself in his depleted shoes following a torrid last-minute defeat. What had he...
IS there a noun for feeling simultaneously excited at the prospect of an event and yet dreading it in equal measure? The Germans surely have such a word. This is all Liverpool games for me now. This my life. It is hard, without the benefit of hindsight, to appreciate...
