I have meant to start this blog since I first discovered blogs, but for some reason or another, mostly lack of incentive, willingness and confidence I never started. On Boxing Day before the match, I had a day off work being a bank holiday and all that, but rather than enjoying a bit of the sunshine that my island can offer even in this time of the year, I spent it mostly on the net whilst also playing the quite good Guillemots 'Through the Windowpane' in the background. I promised myself to start a blog and test myself more in the writing department, whilst also expressing myself more on this big love I got since sometimes to be honest words elude me in the pub, or rather more at the club, which is the place where I get to watch every Liverpool match. I thought come seven o'clock after the match, made up after another clean sheet, Bellamy's first hat-trick, the prolonged winning run and the customary three points I will start the adventure. But cyberspace waited and waited in vain, as after leaving our club at eightish after a few bevies, I directed myself into the bed rather than on my chair in front of my pc.

In a way I am seeing this a bit of a challenge, I don't know how prolific I will be, but I am promising myself to do the very best, I have never kept a diary and this is my closest shot to that.

So, the clean sheet run was broken, Bellamy's hat-trick never arrived, and rather than a well earned three points, we got sweet fa. Where's me Prozac when you need it?

It felt like this for some where I was watching the match. Fingers seemed to be pointing through here and there but to be honest I felt different. Obviously, I was far less than made up. Blackburn were there for the taking, and I think the lads there didn't disappoint. Liverpool attacked and attacked and during the first half I was thinking of my first blog being 'Liverpool slicking their way past sad Rovers'. Unfortunately it was not to be. You can blame lack of killer instinct, carelessness, lack of urgency, great goalkeeping or bad luck. Personally I would go for a mixture of them all.

Seeing the table this morning does not make easy reading. Bolton and Portsmouth ahead of the mighty reds is an eye sore. But I am not too dishearten. I was thinking that the twelve points are a real possibility and was beginning to convince myself that we are not really challenging for the title because of a poor start which in hindsight is only expected given the new faces and the diabolical fixture list.

Sadly, I am less convinced today and there is a certain something which is lacking in the redmen. That little difference between nearly men and men, very good and great, ecstasy and nirvana.

Tottenham at White Hart Lane should teach us more about our side. I believe that after everything so far by achieving the third place, this squad would have reached its maximum potential. Being Liverpool, with the ethos Shankly has left, it is hard to grasp, but the cold reality and above all the faith in Rafael Benitez makes it much easier to accept it. And rather gladly too.

The dream goes on.