Seven is said to be a lucky number. In the world of Liverpool Football Club, it holds a mythical status, the number worn by legends, that though on a day like this, it’s not apt to name. Yesterday, it represented the number of defeats out of eighteen matches. A total higher than what this side has endured in the precedent two seasons. It is as disturbing as that.
The home victory over Wigan on Shankly’s 50th anniversary was only a slight reprieve after all. Against a side at the bottom of Premiership, Liverpool scored a blank and conceded twice. Portsmouth are resurging at the moment, and we shouldn’t take the difference in positions too seriously as at the end of the day, this result put Liverpool thirteen points above the same side at the mentioned position on even games, and the same number of points adrift the leading Chelsea with a game in hand. I firmly believe that the manager and his whole squad punched well above their weight last season, but these last couple of months they are equally punching below their weight. And they are still in the ring for the sole reason that it’s big enough. The farces occurring are making the ring look more like a wrestling one rather than one fit for boxing.
Again, they started reasonably well enough. Then they conceded and their white shirt looked more like white flags. Javier Mascherano’s red card was definitely on the harsh side but the reaction was as limping as the same Argentinean’s exit.
The club is in dire straits. The boardroom is probably as disarrayed as a kids’ playroom. But still what we are witnessing on the pitch is unacceptable. Whatever the whole situation is, the lads are still getting their dues at the end of the week, they are still wearing the Liverbird on their chest, they still have the manager that signed them, and thousands still make awful long journeys to support them because that’s the only way they know. The manager will obviously be getting most of the flak. His team is not shielding him, and he is looking like a newcomer rather than a manager on his second contract. He is baffling his own people with his own decisions as the inclusion of Andrea Dossena attests. He was putting his wits against an Israeli yesterday, and he looked like a poor Palestinian repelling their fires with rocks as he put on Fabio Aurelio, Yossi Benayoun and strangely enough Jay Spearing, such lowly was their impact. The problems at the boardroom look to have created a vacuum between him and his squad that is stifling his influence on them. Else, his problems with the same boardroom has stiffened him as much to the extent he can’t feel and touch the reality and state of play that his side is providing.
Going back to the basics might be a start but like Glen Johnson’s poor clearance that paved the way to their opener, it seems the club is in such a mire that it is a step forward beyond us to get to the basics rather than a natural step backwards for a pause of breath.
The home victory over Wigan on Shankly’s 50th anniversary was only a slight reprieve after all. Against a side at the bottom of Premiership, Liverpool scored a blank and conceded twice. Portsmouth are resurging at the moment, and we shouldn’t take the difference in positions too seriously as at the end of the day, this result put Liverpool thirteen points above the same side at the mentioned position on even games, and the same number of points adrift the leading Chelsea with a game in hand. I firmly believe that the manager and his whole squad punched well above their weight last season, but these last couple of months they are equally punching below their weight. And they are still in the ring for the sole reason that it’s big enough. The farces occurring are making the ring look more like a wrestling one rather than one fit for boxing.
Again, they started reasonably well enough. Then they conceded and their white shirt looked more like white flags. Javier Mascherano’s red card was definitely on the harsh side but the reaction was as limping as the same Argentinean’s exit.
The club is in dire straits. The boardroom is probably as disarrayed as a kids’ playroom. But still what we are witnessing on the pitch is unacceptable. Whatever the whole situation is, the lads are still getting their dues at the end of the week, they are still wearing the Liverbird on their chest, they still have the manager that signed them, and thousands still make awful long journeys to support them because that’s the only way they know. The manager will obviously be getting most of the flak. His team is not shielding him, and he is looking like a newcomer rather than a manager on his second contract. He is baffling his own people with his own decisions as the inclusion of Andrea Dossena attests. He was putting his wits against an Israeli yesterday, and he looked like a poor Palestinian repelling their fires with rocks as he put on Fabio Aurelio, Yossi Benayoun and strangely enough Jay Spearing, such lowly was their impact. The problems at the boardroom look to have created a vacuum between him and his squad that is stifling his influence on them. Else, his problems with the same boardroom has stiffened him as much to the extent he can’t feel and touch the reality and state of play that his side is providing.
Going back to the basics might be a start but like Glen Johnson’s poor clearance that paved the way to their opener, it seems the club is in such a mire that it is a step forward beyond us to get to the basics rather than a natural step backwards for a pause of breath.
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