RIO Ferdinand is a strange one, isn’t he? After repeatedly having his arse handed to him on a plate for ill-advised, and frankly wrong-headed, comments about Newcastle United last week, you would think he might want to keep his head down for a little bit. As I wrote...
YOU know you are alive. My lord, you know you are alive. Isn’t that the point? It is, but you felt that maybe a bit too much. It shouldn’t have been this way. Eight minutes in, James Milner goes on a charging run from back to front, and you think Liverpool...
FOR reasons I can’t go into, I ended up watching it on a stream, in a non-Liverpool boozer, with Jeff and the boys about two minutes ahead of us. Every time there was a cheer, Palace, United, or some other cunts had scored. Every time there wasn’t a cheer The Reds had...
I’VE been thinking a lot about outrage lately. I get the feeling outrage has been applied to almost all aspects of daily life in recent years, and as a result we’re in danger of the whole concept becoming neutralised. In a week where outrage has been attributed to all...
IT’S nip and fucking tuck time again. We win. They win. But we have the edge. It’s now very clear. Manchester City are very good but Liverpool may just be the more complete football team. In full attacking cry, Pep Guardiola‘s side can look a force of nature, as can...
LIVERPOOL and Manchester City will not play Premier League football at the same time again until the last day of this season. That’s a prediction rather than a fact at the moment, but Sky and BT have not paid £5billion to miss a second of this title race now. If you...
MENTALITY is something that is often talked about in football but is a difficult thing to measure or pinpoint. There is no rating for each player on FIFA, no YouTube compilations like skills or goals. No points you can tally or score. There isn’t even an agreed...
PRESSURE. Did you feel it? I know I did. I was a quiet mess before the game and first half. I was a state, quietly bubbling, quietly seeing the worst at every opportunity. How’s your bottle? Ask me on 23, there. Gone, mate. Gone. The worst was only ever this:...
MY pre-game action was a show there, today. Decorating, left it too tight to get ready to get out anywhere, my electric shaver ran out of juice mid use, so watched the first half like a fucking mental case, half a shaved head, half a baldy wool accountant head. Blame...
LIVERPOOL’s 5-1 win at Brighton last winter was one of my favourite games of the Jürgen Klopp era. The Reds were unbelievable that day. It rained goals. So many, that I missed two going for pisses. I didn’t care though. It was a joyous afternoon and an indicator...
