JORDAN Henderson roars at Curtis Jones after he scores. Mo Salah and Roberto Firmino surround him and Curtis looks sort of sheepish. He’s rarely sheepish, everyone says, but he suddenly looks his age in the best possible way and it’s a real sweetheart...
WELL now. That was no barrel of laughs, was it? It’s alright to get beat. But the manner of the defeat isn’t marvellous and the sheer lack of composure is puzzling. If I say Liverpool didn’t play like Champions it isn’t to criticise the effort;...
I GUESS that this must be the place. We’ve arrived. Repeatedly it felt like we’d never get here – 2002, 2009, 2014, 2019. Time and time and time again we nearly got here, we were at the door. We were at the door again and everything stopped. The game ceased to...
I WISH I could be with you. I wish they’d got a fifth. Other than that, other than those two things, that was about as close as it gets to perfect. Two points to go. Two points for heaven’s sake. Two points for heaven. And next up, our direct rivals....
IT could prove a significant moment. Ben Mee, straight down the barrel of the camera making clear that he and his side were both embarrassed and ashamed by the banner that flew over their heads. Mee is absolutely bristling with anger as he speaks, infuriated as much...
I TELL you what. That was quite the journey. I went from thinking it was just a victory that we were getting to watch The Reds again when so many were so desperate for it not to be happening, to Liverpool making me tear my hair out, to being happy with a point, to...
SO it was a big Saturday afternoon from The Reds. But not in the way we’d like. Morning all – let’s get stuck in. We’re on a journey here. This is long. Make a cup of tea. But first for full disclosure I need to make something clear – The...
THERE is something horrendous about going out like that. Stilettos and broken bottles all over the shop. Let’s get it out of the way: The goalkeeper’s error is dreadful, it changes the game and costs Liverpool the tie. He’s not a bad person, is a...
THERE is something in James Milner’s roar on the whistle. It’ll be the last thing I picture before I go to sleep tonight. The first thing I think of in the morning. Three more. The word procession has been bandied about. This isn’t what a procession...
GETTING beat. That’s no longer novel. This season of 30-year wonder suddenly finds itself on the brink. How spoiled, how stupid, how strange. It shouldn’t be that way. In the cold light of day it won’t. The moment the league title is confirmed will...
