“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...
IF the Premier League insist on inscribing “Lucky Liverpool” on their trophy next month, I don’t suppose it will spoil the title celebrations for any of you. Champions are rarely popular. They are never lucky. Liverpool got a little lucky just before...
JÜRGEN Klopp did his pre-Southampton press conference a day early today. He was inevitably asked about the form of Mo Salah. That’s what happens I suppose when your superstar forward hasn’t scored in eight games. It’s going to get attention. As ever,...
“THERE are 500,000 ways to win a football game.” That’s what Jürgen Klopp told the waiting press in the aftermath of Liverpool’s white knuckle 2-1 win over Spurs at Anfield on Sunday. If anything, Klopp might be underestimating the permutations, the nips and the...
LUCK is not chance, It’s toil, Fortune’s expensive smile, Is earned… I know what you’re thinking and you’re right. There just aren’t enough football articles opening with Emily Dickinson quotes these days. I doubt anyone leaving Anfield on Sunday would have had Em on...
“TAKE a walk around my centre half, gentlemen. He’s a colossus.” That was Bill Shankly’s famously declaration when the media first clapped eyes on Ron Yeats in a Liverpool kit back in 1961. Shanks was keen on an exaggeration, but Yeats went on to prove the...
I READ the news today, oh boy. Seriously though, have you read it? And I don’t mean the April Fools stuff. Try the football. It’s glorious. This game brings with it many joys, and few are as good as a probably undeserved, and definitely very lucky, last-minute own...
TRANSCENDENT. Here’s the scene. Last season in this fixture late in the game, Mo Salah went around their whole side and finished beautifully. It went off. It meant nothing. Both there and then and in the bigger picture. This season he just keeps it alive back...
I MEAN, for the love of everything that is holy, how the frigging hell are we meant to live our normal lives? Work tomorrow, yer? Yer, yer, sound. These civilians, just wandering around living their lovely, ordinary, no peaks no trough lives and The Reds are fucking...
