I suspect the reason why I was calmer than some on here at the end of that match was that I secretly suspected that we were going to be walloped three- or four-nil by that lot. As last season.
Well, here’s the strange thing. I’m more genuinely angry now than I was immediately after it. And that almost never happens to me. It’s a dull rage that’s been brewing. Waking up on the first day of the year and suddenly remembering was horrendous. The worst of hangovers. And I hadn’t even been drinking.
Thing is, I’m sick – but really, sick to my stomach – of losing to that shower of cnuts. It seems to have been happening year after year, decade after decade, all my life. When I was a kid, going over to Anfield, it would be a gloomy feeling of “Well, we’re not getting anything out of this, are we?” And we didn’t. Time after time, year in, year out.
Why? Why can’t we get anything at that fundamentally silly place, where they think they’re in some sort of church? With their wrought-iron gate and its dirge-like hymn over it. They don’t dominate the league any more, they haven’t dominated it for decades and furthermore, however deluded they may be – and their powers of collective delusion about their club surpass anything else that I know of, and that includes the rags – they’re not going to be dominating it again any time soon. They were ok on Saturday. A fairly good team. Early goal in the first quarter of an hour (yet again for us! we hold the record of conceding early goals in the entire PL this season, I mean, fuck it, what’s going on, Pep?), ok, good ball in from Lallana, good header, Kolarov should have got a better challenge in, should have got any sort of challenge in, in fact, and blah-blah-blah, yes you can say what you like about this or that detail, but the fact is, that was pretty much it. I saw no mighty, terrifying Liverpool team. They were well organized, well drilled, they covered the terrain. Klopp has them playing to their abilities, I’ll grant him that. What I saw was our midfield and attack bereft of imagination, frankly.
So why do we keep losing to these bastards? God, but I hope we smash em at the Etihad. That would go some way towards making up for this hopefully ‘transitional’ season.