COMPARISONS in football are commonplace. Every one of us are prone to making them from the minute we become wise enough to hold up any form of reference point as fans of the game. There are positives and negatives to making comparisons in football. As a Liverpool fan...
AFTER what can only be described as the euphoric highs of the past few weeks supporting Liverpool in the Champions League, I genuinely thought that I’d struggle for something to write about this week. I’ve been playing my own small part in trying to make sure that...
IT’S been a pretty low-key week for Liverpool. Mohamed Salah wins the PFA and Football Writers’ Player of the Year awards. Zeljko Buvac leaves his position as assistant manager, apparently temporarily. The Reds qualify for the Champions League final, and are...
LIVERPOOL versus AS Roma in the later legs of the chase for European football’s most cherished prize was always destined to be loaded with emotional baggage. While many on Merseyside celebrated what was perceived to be an ‘easy’ opportunity for progression on the...
ARSENE Wenger retiring. Alex Ferguson deeply unwell. That sort of Sunday. A Sunday that makes you think about these men in our game. It would be mad to not wish them both all the best, but dwell on the differences for a second. Both are tremendous football minds, both...
IT’S hard to put your finger on it. For whatever reason, The Reds have been so lacklustre in games against the top six this season. While the general intensity around league games has dropped off with Liverpool’s surreal run to the final of the Champions League, there...
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,...
I MAY burst. We may burst. This is what it’s all about. I’m just so red right now that if you cut me open you wouldn’t notice the difference between my fleshless exposed innards and my crimson exterior. We – breathes – are in a European Cup final. And everything is...
AT the beginning of writing this I am somewhere above the Atlantic Ocean on route to New York City. Liverpool’s Champions League semi final second leg against AS Roma is being played out below the clouds on a miniscule patch of earth, a mere dot on the circumference...
ONCE upon a time, there was a fine football manager who went by the name of Arrigo Sacchi. He rose from relative obscurity, with no experience other than as a shoe salesman, to win his domestic league in record-breaking style, redefining high-pressing, high-pressure...
