AS I write this it’s 9.30am on Wednesday. The Liverpool team and coaching staff will be on their way to Plymouth for tonight’s match, but I don’t care. I know loads of people do and that’s fine. I didn’t want us to actively lose, I just didn’t care one way or the other.
I wrote last week about how the league should be our priority above everything else and I’m still very much of the belief that that’s the case, which is why I couldn’t care less about how last night went.
Seventeen games left. That’s all. Seventeen. We’re seven points behind Chelsea and they’ve still got to come to Anfield. There’s nothing that we can do other than beat them when they come to our place. Are you telling me that Chelsea aren’t going to drop more than four points from games against Arsenal, Manchester City, Manchester United at Old Trafford and even our old Blue mates from across the park? Obviously Everton might throw in the towel like they did against City in 2013-14, though.
Chelsea have also got tricky away games against Burnley, West Ham, Stoke and West Brom still to come. If they take maximum points from all of those games then you’ve just got to hold your hands up and say the best team won. If they do drop points, however, then it’s vital that we’re there to capitalise on them.
There’s nothing we can do about Chelsea, but there’s plenty that we can do for ourselves. There’s a reason that Jürgen Klopp has been banging on about how important the crowd is every chance he gets. You might be like Roy Hodgson and think that there’s nothing you can do for the players once they’ve crossed the white line onto the pitch, but I couldn’t disagree more. You have a job to do.
As supporters we need to get behind these lads with every fibre of our being. I’m not limiting this to just the people who go to the match, by the way. I’m talking about the ones who go to pubs to watch it or sit at home and type opinions on their laptops or phones. We’ve got a responsibility moving forward and we need to take it seriously.
If you’re in a pub watching then scream and shout and act like you’re stood on The Kop. There might be someone in that pub with you who has got a ticket for Anfield in a few weeks and looks at you and decides that’s how you’re supposed to act. Good. Let them learn from you. Let them hear the songs and know the chants and turn up to Anfield like a screaming, snarling lunatic.
If you’re lucky enough to go to Anfield on a regular basis then the biggest burden of all is on your head. Maybe you’re sat next to someone who’s never been to Anfield before, perhaps they’re there on a corporate ticket. That’s the sort of thing that winds people up and understandably so. Instead of getting angry, though, why not have a chat with them? Maybe they want to sing the songs but don’t know the words or are afraid of looking silly? Help them out, sing with them, get them to make some noise.
We haven’t been beaten at Anfield in the league for more than a year, but we’ve still dropped some silly points. As easy as it is to get on the players’ backs and criticise them for potentially being ‘complacent’ against the lesser lights, perhaps the crowd has been too? We’ve dropped just six points against the top six so far this season but we’ve dropped 12 points against the bottom 14. Most of them were away from home but let’s make sure that none of them are at Anfield in the remaining 10 games we’ve got to play there.
There are many shite songs sung by opposition fans when they rock up at Anfield, but one of the songs there should be no excuse for hearing is the trite ‘is this a library’ one. Don’t give supporters, from Swansea through to Crystal Palace, an excuse to sing that ditty. If they think it’s a library then we should be setting fire to the books and hurling them at them. If they want to know if they should sing a song for us we should let them know in no uncertain terms that we’re willing to make our throats red roar to drown them out.
We can’t do anything about the opposition or injuries or team selections. We can’t change luck. What we can do is make so much noise that every single player on the other side is terrified to even touch the ball, let alone try to do something with it. We can make referees think that if they don’t give us a decision we’ll tear them limb from limb. We can ask assistant referees to raise their flag every now and then.
We’ve only got to do it 10 more times at Anfield. Don’t raise your game for the big boys, make yourselves heard every single week.
Up the savage Reds.
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Wow…..I truly enjoyed and was motivated to a higher level of support for the Mighty LFC. Adam captured the imagination of millions out there who, very much like artle says, yearns the Title above all elese, not this year only, all the way to our 21st Title and beyond. In between so many have won it while the Giant slept. The list is mind boggling; They deserved it of course so no disrespect intended. ; Leeds, Blackburn, Arsenal, Chelsea, MAn City, and only yesterday Leicester. The unmentionable elephant in the room needed our help I dare say, to seat under the tree shade like the rabbit teasing the tortoise to keep running because the gap looked insurmountable. 12 to 13 titles later we have a deficit of minimum 3 to regain our perch. Thaks Adam. Time to fight back with football from hell. I’m in South Africa and I know the hunger from Cape Town to Jo’burg and Durban….. Reds are feeling besek…..across the Continent, in Kenya,
Nigeria, Senegal everywhere there is one Chorus….. The Long wait ends with the 10 plus 7….
//If you’re in a pub watching then scream and shout and act like you’re stood on The Kop.//
Thanks for thinking about supporters around the globe. And yes, most of us do know most of the songs.
Couldn’t agree more, for most league games Anfield is far too nice a place to play, quiet after ten, relaxing even, this can’t continue.
Let’s make it a fucking bear pit, let’s make it thoroughly horrible to be them for the day, let’s make them think twice about whether they’ll even get a point if they sit deep and if they do, let’s make them think “horrible crowd though, won’t be nice playing there.”
Don’t get me wrong, I love the respect and class the Kop has shown and continues to show class opposition, applauding their keeper as he arrives for the second half etc. Even applauding worldies by Valbuena and Co., but that bit done, and in the league when we’re gunning down those horrible nobheads from west London and enjoying being ahead of the mancs, let’s cheer every single mistake that bottom ten team make, every over hit pass, every ball that goes straight out. Let’s get our own oles going after a couple of cheeky flicks front the samba twins, make them wish they’d got that booking and the suspension after all.
All that constantly from minute one drains them mentally and puts a boost into our lads, an advantage only the home side can have, and as fans we can either choose to give our nlads that or join the prawn sandwich brigade and have arguments with Roy Keane.
But when we make mistakes let’s back em even more, and if we haven’t scored in the first half, be louder in the second!!!
There’s nothing to stop fans in the main stand winding up their manager all game long either, you’re sat a meter away with nothing inbetween. Needling them from the minute they walk out, cheering their players mistakes getting under their skin all day long until they lose their shit.
If you’re at Anfield as a fan, it’s your job to make your support for the reds heard and to hound them shithouses into submission.
Agree with your comments but we have to face reality Anfield is, at most, a library. I’ve never known it to be so quiet since my days of standing on the Kop. There are of course many reasons for this but I agree that if you’re fortunate enough to have/get a ticket then it’s your responsibility to sing your hearts out for the lads. If you do not agree then give your ticket to someone like me who will be drinking 2 hours before the game and turn up in a snarly rage and give it loads for the men in red.