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; it was magnesium ablaze, twisting and spitting. This Liverpool side left the campaign on the hallowed turf with one last demonstration of what it loves to do, how it loves to consume an opponent across 20 minutes, how it loves to smother and flicker and explode. This Liverpool side showed us exactly what we are going to be missing for three months. It shouldn’t be allowed to be taken away for that long. What are we going to do with our weekends when there isn’t this magnificence to feast on? What will inspire the singing and shouting and the dancing we all need to do?
Liverpool today — good lord. They should have gone in 5-0 up. They should have had two penalties minimum on top of that five. They absolutely mullered Brighton from about the 15-minute mark. They left Chris Hughton’s men dizzy. They confirmed Mo Salah’s goalscoring season as one of the greatest of all time in the top flight. They crowned Dejan “Big Dog” Lovren’s brilliantly unorthodox first 45 minutes with a goal. And among all of that, the half’s defining force was Sadio Mane who may well currently be my most favourite of my 11 favourites, that 11 who wear Red.
Dominic Solanke started. I was joking before the game he might make 200 Liverpool appearances without a goal — constantly good performances combined with consistently hard lines. He was excellent first half, if unsure between the sticks. He does well for the opener and finds a way to stay involved in the game. He relished playing with the three great lads and he grew and grew into the contest until he got the goal his performance deserved. The way the side celebrated with him, with Salah, with Lovren and with Andy Robertson spoke volumes. The togetherness we saw after Rome is at the essence of what is good about Liverpool.
Jürgen Klopp needed a draw to guarantee Champions League football. Klopp took the pragmatic approach — he picked four forwards. This column will bang the drum until the skin comes off — pragmatism’s definition isn’t defensive per se; pragmatic football is what works. And what worked for Liverpool today was to devastate a Brighton side, exhaust a Brighton side, leave them unable to attack so, if they did somehow manage to hold out, they would be so drained from the work they have to do off the ball they would be unable to produce anything concrete on their rare forays forward.
It was Liverpool’s best way to win the game and best way not to lose it. What Klopp has done across this season has been entirely pragmatic throughout. From the early rotation into the Christmas period into selling Philippe Coutinho and not replacing him, into waiting to signing Virgil van Dijk, everything has been about sheer effectiveness and acting in Liverpool’s best interests. Today, as this season ends he deserves endless applause for helming this club through this campaign as well as he has, at seizing opportunities when they have come and at creating a circumstance where we can kick on across the summer.
In short, now the Champions League place has been secured and before the game in Kiev, it can be acclaimed as one of the best season’s any manager of Liverpool has had without winning silverware.
And yes. The next thing.
We get to do this one more time this season, one more time with this gang of lads in their current incarnation and one more time together, you and I reader. We get one more go at every song I write being about you and asking what’s a song without you this campaign.
But that last song stands alone now in such a way. It’s two weeks from now and its secondary objective — qualification for the Champions League — has now been nailed by these marvellous young men doing their best.
Instead, on that last go around in two weeks it’s all about one thing — glory. We have nothing else to write about but that golden sky and whether or not Liverpool shift a very good season into a great one. It’s one last game which psalms can written about, one last chance to sing Hosanna In The Highest, a one-off chance to climb Space Mountain.
We’ll write psalms in two weeks.
We’ll sing Hosanna In The Highest in two weeks.
In two weeks, you and I, we’ll have a chat about this gang of lads climbing Space Mountain.
And so let this be the goodbye, the au revoir. You have a fabulous summer, handsome. Have a fabulous summer, queen. Enjoy it. This what you are going to do with your weekend: Spend time with loved ones. Holiday. Relax. Summer well is what I’m saying. Summer well. Prepare yourself. Because we’ll be back here come August, we’ll be back here ready to do this 38-game thing again, you and I reader. And I have a fancy we’re doing it harder and longer and we’re doing it for 90 points. We’re doing that together.
We’ll be back together — needing more than wanting; wanting for all time.
Thanks for your patience and gentility this season.
Much love as per.
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Marvellous. Thanks Neil. Now to win the big one in Kiev and leave the World Cup as a kind of summery dessert.
Neil Atkinson:
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path
Great work Neil and everyone at The Anfield Wrap this season. No squad strengthening needed for you lads this summer.
Stands and applauds. Up the Reds.
First time a Chris Hughton managed side hasn’t conceded 5 at Anfield. We’re rubbish!
Outstanding work from the Anfield Wrap lads and lasses again… superb!! Take a bow all of you! Meanwhile King Klopp is charging our superhero red machine up ready to unleash them on May 26th! Hold onto your scarves Madrid you ain’t seen anything like these set of lads!! #redtornado
The sweet silver song of a lark is now a raging, deafening, rock’n’roll steamroller headed for Kiev!
And the pies get better at Homebaked. What more do you want? What about the emergence of Hotel Tia?
Ok, what about the Reds? Well how’s about beating the best ever team in the history of top flight football three fucking times? How about the best defensive record since Xmas of any other team? How about the most prolific goal scorer in Europe? The best front three around? And how about the most authentic, genuine manager in the world?
Here’s to next season. It’ll be a good one.
Is right Neil. Do you shave your arms?
Thanks Neil, class act. Turn to you after every game and have not been disappointed yet. Love your psalms. if Beethoven had followed football he would have been a red’s fan and he would have have dedicated Ode To Joy to Neil Atkinson.!
entertaining
The best football club in the world deserves the best writers to articulate the joy, despair, and occassional boredom, of this thing of ours. Luckily, we have them. Thanks for every word.
Hugely enjoyable season made all the more so by your work, Neil, and that of everyone at TAW. For those of us who aren’t able to get to Liverpool easily, let alone the ground, you’ve all brought Liverpool to us. Now let’s turn this lot over in Kiev.
Love you guys at TAW like mad (as we would say in Nigeria). Boss piece Neil… Gives me so much sense of belonging even though am miles away…
Keep the good work up guys. Please can you bring back “Football Bloody Football”. That one time piece about Hudson last season still gets me over bad mood when ever I read it.
Brilliant writing as always Neil, The Wrap, The reviews (the ratings) it’s all top quality. Congratulations you all.
Now put your Keatsian prose against Johnno’s Wilko Johnsonesque grunge epics for brackets on the best of another season’s 50 epics.
The book’s written, just put it together mate.
The best football club in the world deserves the best writers to articulate the joy, despair, and occassional boredom