OUR man John Gibbons in the ground at half time. God, look at him. My days, walk around him. Resplendent in a Hat Scarf and Badge bobble hat. You should have seen him. John Gibbons half time: “You’ve got to do 100 words minimum on Joe Allen. What a first...
BATTLING Liverpool return from Stoke City and their ASDA price dugouts with bags of character and a precious 1-0 lead after the first leg of the League Cup semi-final. The victory was not without its cost, with both Philippe Coutinho and Dejan Lovren succumbing to...
THE League Cup. It’s “our” tournament, we’ve got eight of these beauties in the cabinet, basking in their glory. I say glory, they aren’t league titles, European Cups or even FA Cups, but they’re there and they all tell a story. You want more stories? I’m...
THIS is the problem. Or this is a problem. One of the two. Whichever it is, the problem is this: I can’t get anything done. I mean, I get days like this sometimes — I presume we all do — where the things that we’re supposed to be doing seem...
MISSED the first few minutes because I was in a band rehearsal that over-ran (Amsterdam, Saturday night, Arts Club, bring your friends). Hearing Liverpool had gone down after 40 seconds was hardly the news I wanted. Watching the next 15 minutes didn’t exactly...
IT was a significantly weaker Liverpool 11 than expected. It was a significantly stronger Liverpool performance than anticipated. The Reds. Mustard again. For 10 minutes the Reds were abject. For 80 minutes the Reds were majestic. The Reds were mustard again. The Reds...
THE League Cup can provide magic from nowhere. This is my favourite thing about it. It can become a laugh — Clinton Morrison showed how that is meant to work; it can spiral out of control — Arsenal can come to Anfield and score six; it can supply a sudden...
AFTER recording yesterday’s episode of The Coach Home, I had a chat with big Blue Dave Downie about Everton’s League Cup tie against Middlesbrough tonight. He was desperate to get up there, but couldn’t find a ticket for love nor money. The...
EIGHT league games before the end of the year. Twenty four points. The definitive halfway point. We sit here in early November, 11 games in on 17 points, which isn’t a number that would get the juices flowing under normal circumstances. Well, friends, this isn’t...
ONE to us and nil to them. Not one to them. One to us and nil to them. Astonishing scenes, these. The youngish Reds doing the business. The youngish Reds hugely buttressed by Lucas Leiva second half and constantly lit up by Roberto Firmino. Firmino had a ton of...
