“FOURTH place isn’t a trophy.” A common phrase used to denigrate any team that finishes fourth and has the temerity to be happy about the fact. On an entirely related note, I’d like to wish the best of luck to Arsene Wenger in all his future endeavours. What an...
WHAT a day in May, what a sight to behold, what a team in Red, with a goalkeeper in yellow, being vastly superior all over the pitch. Everything beautiful. The sun shone on Anfield today and Anfield shone right back at it. The football was effervescent from Liverpool;...
SO, that’s that then. It wouldn’t be Liverpool unless we made it as dramatic as possible, or at least as dramatic as potentially needing a result on the last day when Champions League qualification could’ve been sewn up weeks ago. That Liverpool accomplished...
JÜRGEN Klopp says we must only think about Brighton this week, and that’s the way it should be. I deviated from the script. I also thought about Huddersfield and David Wagner a lot too. Said it before, I’ll say it again, but you get more for your buck at this stage of...
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...
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...
