It is a classic Catch 22 situation. Joseph Heller is probably immune to it all but the likes of Bill Shankly and Bob Paisley are probably turning in their graves. The chicken is crowing, while the egg is lying peacefully on the straws. In the meantime it is impossible to determine who was first, the chicken or the egg.
I stand by every word I’ve said in my previous posts about the boardroom upheaval, insecurities and differences laid out in the bare in a sad unorthodox Liverpool way. It has definitely affected the players psychologically and it showed on the pitch. Now, though these last few performances and in particular yesterday’s match against West Ham can only aggravate the situation. And someone or even some have to stand up and take some responsibility. It is also the Liverpool way to repel adversity. In football or otherwise we had the classic militant stance taken by most Scousers in the eighties when their bread was getting snatched away. A certain female prime minister asked them to get on their bike. It seems some of the lads at the moment have certainly took this bike idea, as they seem to get on the pitch for a ride purpose. In the year when Liverpool has been crowned the European Capital of Culture, the beliefs, behaviours and characteristics of the true symbol of the city are getting lost and muddled in a humiliating way.
The manager has been getting all the support he could ever dreamt of whilst he was and probably still is in the middle of the whole controversy. At the start of the season we were debating rotation. Now it seems in the Premiership, the manager is intent not to rotate his strikers. There is no question about Fernando Torres as at the moment he is one of the very few who can give us a glimpse of hope but the insistence of starting Kuyt is quite baffling and verging on stubbornness of Houllier proportions. Kuyt is definitely not one of the lads getting on the pitch for a ride, but he does seem to be getting on a bike to challenge someone on a motorcycle. He pedals, sweats everything out but ultimately can never be at the finishing line when it matters. His goal scoring record this season says it all. In the meantime Peter Crouch warms the bench, and stays there till the very end.
The penalty at the very dying minutes might have been cruel. Sadly though and it is another anomaly of the situation it hasn’t left me as gutted as I usually am in such situations. The club, the situation and the match itself were already too messed up for a last minute incident to make much difference. In the meantime, the position in the table stares expressionless at us, at the same time giving an eloquent statement of affairs.
I stand by every word I’ve said in my previous posts about the boardroom upheaval, insecurities and differences laid out in the bare in a sad unorthodox Liverpool way. It has definitely affected the players psychologically and it showed on the pitch. Now, though these last few performances and in particular yesterday’s match against West Ham can only aggravate the situation. And someone or even some have to stand up and take some responsibility. It is also the Liverpool way to repel adversity. In football or otherwise we had the classic militant stance taken by most Scousers in the eighties when their bread was getting snatched away. A certain female prime minister asked them to get on their bike. It seems some of the lads at the moment have certainly took this bike idea, as they seem to get on the pitch for a ride purpose. In the year when Liverpool has been crowned the European Capital of Culture, the beliefs, behaviours and characteristics of the true symbol of the city are getting lost and muddled in a humiliating way.
The manager has been getting all the support he could ever dreamt of whilst he was and probably still is in the middle of the whole controversy. At the start of the season we were debating rotation. Now it seems in the Premiership, the manager is intent not to rotate his strikers. There is no question about Fernando Torres as at the moment he is one of the very few who can give us a glimpse of hope but the insistence of starting Kuyt is quite baffling and verging on stubbornness of Houllier proportions. Kuyt is definitely not one of the lads getting on the pitch for a ride, but he does seem to be getting on a bike to challenge someone on a motorcycle. He pedals, sweats everything out but ultimately can never be at the finishing line when it matters. His goal scoring record this season says it all. In the meantime Peter Crouch warms the bench, and stays there till the very end.
The penalty at the very dying minutes might have been cruel. Sadly though and it is another anomaly of the situation it hasn’t left me as gutted as I usually am in such situations. The club, the situation and the match itself were already too messed up for a last minute incident to make much difference. In the meantime, the position in the table stares expressionless at us, at the same time giving an eloquent statement of affairs.
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