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...
IT was a brilliant 2018 for Liverpool. The first half saw them reach the Champions League final in thrilling fashion, while the second half was made up of charging to the front of the Premier League pack. A week into 2019 and they’ve suffered two defeats, one to their...
SO, we’re still top. And it seems they still don’t like it. In the buildup to yesterday’s media-driven hyperbole of a “title-deciding” game at the Etihad Stadium, which it never at any point was, sections of passionately timorous social media tribes were collectively...
IT is not like it’s the first game Liverpool have lost this season. The defeat in Paris was more damaging at the time and they survived it. This result was bad but the performance wasn’t. It will be dissected in finger-pointing detail elsewhere but it was certainly...
GETTING beat hurts. It is rubbish. Hold that close, Reds. Remember that pain. Four clear. Seventeen games to go. Arsenal and City completed. You’d have taken it at the moment when Virgil van Dijk slices the ball towards Jordan Pickford’s goal, by god...
Pre Match THE problem with a free hit is you have got to land the fucker well. I mean, when you think about it, who in their right mind is offering up a free crack? Juice heads and fellas with necks like chimney stacks, that’s who. No one gets to waft a dig at these...
THE Reds standing on the edge of a cliff. They daren’t look down. Only look across, to the horizon, to the biggest prize. It’s time for all to show faith. The faith that Liverpool will win the Premier fucking League. That’s how I’d feel if I was a Liverpool player....
THE tipping point came at Molineux. Or the Molineux car park to be more precise. It was there that Gary Neville conceded that The Anfield Wrap had a pundit better than him. Pep, Poch and the rest knew they were in trouble then. Neil Atkinson’s elevation to Carra...
