IT’S the 93rd minute at Anfield and the madness has taken hold. The only disappointment is that Liverpool beat Arsenal 5-1, instead of putting six past Unai Emery’s dishevelled, ageing cockneys. That is the madness at Anfield just now. We score five...
I MEAN, what are we meant to do in between games? Live our normal fucking lives? Are you for real? The greatest Liverpool side seen in our lifetimes, lad. They had a go, there. Pressed high, set traps, risk reward. Got rewarded for the first. The Reds were meant to...
HERE we are again. Face to face with the future we crave. All we’ve ever wanted. What we’ve ached for. It’s carved in angry biro into every fibre of our long-suffering, Liverpool-loving beings. We get up in the morning to win the league. We put up with the working...
BEN JOHNSON is on Boxing Day family duties today, so we’re bringing you alternative Anfield Wrap Christmas ratings. The best minds at TAW have put their heads together to score Liverpool’s most important lads from the day The Reds went six clear at the top...
THE Title Truism… “It’s a marathon, not a sprint.” It is a marathon and a sprint. It is an 800m race, two laps of the track where you run as fast as you can. It’s long distance, it’s dead fast. It’s tactical, it’s...
I HOPE you’re reading my preview a bit pissed and soaked with Christmas cheer. That way you’ll be kinder with me and my flow. I’m not sure exactly where I’m going with this other than to say it will be off somewhere near the deep end. Keeping it together at the moment...
IT teemed down. It bounced down. It danced down. And you’re damn right we danced. Fucking hell, that was glorious. And fucking hell it was. Mad Friday and a mad Friday night in Wolverhampton, possibly the best night out in Wolverhampton that has ever been had. A...
Alisson: 8 Makes a good save that looked like a shite save first 15 there, sneaky little deflection. Makes everything look a piece of piss. That chance where Robbo back heeled their lad in with five to go; he doesn’t save it, doesn’t need to, closed him down like a...
I DON’T know about you, but I’ve done a lot of looking at the table this week. Maybe it is the Christmas wind down where you don’t really do anything important, in a “fuck it, that’s 2019’s problem” kind of way. Or because,...
THERE’S something about a game on the edge of Christmas. Tensions are heightened in the best way. The seasonal context inexplicably enhances the sense of excitement. Maybe it’s because we allow ourselves to be lovingly brainwashed from a young age to associate...
