SHALL we call that a score draw then? As two performances go, you won’t see a bigger contrast all season — or at least I hope so. As good as the Reds played on Saturday against Barcelona, they were just as bad on Sunday against Mainz. If we are going to treat...
In the last couple of years I reckon there has been three main mass collective “Oh for fucks sakes” emitted within the Liverpool region and across like-minded households throughout the country, the very nature of which have caused untold damage on the...
I’M worried, Reds. I am worried about us. I’m not sure we are up to the mark — we have become distracted, fixated on the bollocks that is modern football and all that goes with it: the finance, the bottom line. We’re cry-arsing our way through...
EVERY year, without fail, I fall for the same trick. Three of four weeks without any football and come the first pre-season game I’m scratching for a glimpse of the new Reds — the champions elect in the new kits — so I can try to figure out how good we are...
THE world has gone mad. Or rather, everyone in it has gone mad. Or, possibly, everyone in this country has gone mad — the ones who voted for a nice sachet of ‘instant recession, just add water’ especially. The Tories are having another lovely game of...
MY head has gone a little bit here to be honest with you. I’ve been awake since five bells in a field in Glastonbury, listening to the rain pelt down onto the roof, saturating the already flooded ground to the extent that we might never get our car off this...
WITH all the validity and integrity of big Sepp Blatter’s process for sorting out the level of his annual bonus, The Anfield Wrap held an independently adjudicated draw to determine which country competing in Euro 2016 we would all write about. I got England. Sensing...
SO the season is over and we have all gone on holiday. Kind of. I stopped thinking about the Reds for about six hours on Saturday morning. I’m in pre-season mode now — wishing Wimbledon would hurry up and piss off and all them boring arse Tories would go...
I ALLOWED myself to wallow for half an hour on Wednesday night. Immediately after the final whistle, I was overcome by a need to sit down. To sit down and worry about how long it was going to take to get home, how much I had spent in the process to date, whether we...
ALL eyes turn to Wednesday. All thoughts remain on Wednesday. No-one was at all arsed about that yesterday, where they? I mean, I thought we might get battered given the last time we played them Kloppo squared up to Pulis and allegedly threatened to eat his cap and...
