With the current state of affairs, watching a match is sometimes almost a chore. Still you know you have got to watch it. There is no other way round it. Sometimes you hate the most things you love. Probably, because it hurts you more than anything else. Definitely, because you care.
Waking up over here to the tune of an alarm at around four a.m. after just a couple of hours in a bed probably makes it even worse. And, it is not the same watching in a temporary home in a different time zone. Rather than unwinding your day with a few beverages with your mates watching your beloved reds, here you start the day on it with a stomach not in a state to take beverages. And it can easily turn your breakfast in a bad meal. Considering that most nutritionists state the breakfast is the most important meal of your day it can mess your stomach for a whole day. There is no night to sleep off the awful performance.
Thinking about it though, it feels like complaining of having too many white hairs when your younger sibling has got a Kojak head. By the end of the match though, you certainly looked at the mirror and those white hairs told you that they are a sign of maturity and can only enhance your reputation and looks.
A clean sheet has duly arrived for the first time in the Premiership. And after having the first point won, the reds gathered the other two. Upfront, there was a difference. Torres started as usual, but for a change had Peter Crouch partnering him. And he did not disappoint. His stature and height record reminds you of a giraffe, but the actual facts remind you of a gazelle. He was given his chance and he pounced on it. He opened the score, and unlocked a so far stalemate. Compliments also to a sublime cross by Jamie Carragher, who in an unfamiliar position since the Gèrard Houllier days was as solid as usual and provided the goods at the other side of the pitch.
And then Crouch turned to provider as he flicked a ball in Torres’s path, that with his pace he sped past his defenders and with only the keeper to beat, there was only the net at his mercy for the eighteenth time this season. Unlike our league titles so far, I am pretty confident that the Spaniard will get to his nineteenth without too much wait.
Then it was the captain’s turn to get on the score-sheet after a penalty won by Jermaine Pennant to seal the issue, and maybe soothe some of the unrest. At a time when Liverpool were prepared to accept any crumbs left, a three-nil win over Sunderland feels at least like a proper lunch and a decent preparation for Chelsea next week.
Waking up over here to the tune of an alarm at around four a.m. after just a couple of hours in a bed probably makes it even worse. And, it is not the same watching in a temporary home in a different time zone. Rather than unwinding your day with a few beverages with your mates watching your beloved reds, here you start the day on it with a stomach not in a state to take beverages. And it can easily turn your breakfast in a bad meal. Considering that most nutritionists state the breakfast is the most important meal of your day it can mess your stomach for a whole day. There is no night to sleep off the awful performance.
Thinking about it though, it feels like complaining of having too many white hairs when your younger sibling has got a Kojak head. By the end of the match though, you certainly looked at the mirror and those white hairs told you that they are a sign of maturity and can only enhance your reputation and looks.
A clean sheet has duly arrived for the first time in the Premiership. And after having the first point won, the reds gathered the other two. Upfront, there was a difference. Torres started as usual, but for a change had Peter Crouch partnering him. And he did not disappoint. His stature and height record reminds you of a giraffe, but the actual facts remind you of a gazelle. He was given his chance and he pounced on it. He opened the score, and unlocked a so far stalemate. Compliments also to a sublime cross by Jamie Carragher, who in an unfamiliar position since the Gèrard Houllier days was as solid as usual and provided the goods at the other side of the pitch.
And then Crouch turned to provider as he flicked a ball in Torres’s path, that with his pace he sped past his defenders and with only the keeper to beat, there was only the net at his mercy for the eighteenth time this season. Unlike our league titles so far, I am pretty confident that the Spaniard will get to his nineteenth without too much wait.
Then it was the captain’s turn to get on the score-sheet after a penalty won by Jermaine Pennant to seal the issue, and maybe soothe some of the unrest. At a time when Liverpool were prepared to accept any crumbs left, a three-nil win over Sunderland feels at least like a proper lunch and a decent preparation for Chelsea next week.
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