Saturday night, I was sitting there at this acoustic gig, and this one song summed up the season that we have been all going through. We travelled afar with someone we love, and then something bad happened, and you just couldn’t point your finger where this altercation has actually happened. But you’re going back in the car for the long road, and there’s hardly a word, not even a glance and her eyes are fixed on the black tarmac. And the radio is obviously not working. There are just hisses that admittedly are an apt soundtrack for this situation. Depression and tension are the new horse and carriage. And who you thought is unique, is just another run of the mill shite, who pays to get suntanned.
But the team that Rafa built seems to be no other run of the mill. It’s got its limitations, but deep down there is a heart beating that after a seemingly cardiac arrest, it’s getting back, beating like a drum machine with the occasional cymbals accompanying the consistent beat. The man who is personifying all this is the Dutchman Dirk Kuyt, who has been pilloried and mocked this season as much as Carra used to be in his early days. But this lad, puts his head down to graft and only puts it up to head in a perfectly taken Steven Gerrard corner.
The new cult hero, The Greek in capital letters, was having a solid start, but then a rush of blood to his head cut short his presence in his first Merseyside derby. Lady Adversity was staring Liverpool in her eyes, but the adrenaline of the new Liverpool heartbeat kept it going, and if it weren’t for the final whistle it would probably be still going now, a going 48 hours afterwards. There was commitment coupled with adroitness. Hope coupled with conviction. Midfielders ended up as right-backs, and scorers ended up as goal-line clearers.
The nagging doubt that this run of form is purely a false dawn is now turning into a conviction that this is part of a long run of form synonymous with Rafa’s reign. The back four are immaculate, clean sheets being the order of the day as white sheets on hospital beds. The home form at the moment is superior to what it was at this time last year.
Notwithstanding, the two games in hand Manchester City possess Liverpool are now in the driving seat for the admittedly last minute ticket for the Champions League. This current Liverpool side looks to be a creature of habit, it has gone through desperate runs where losing became a habit, but is now on the ride of a sizable wave, and riding the wave on a board rather than getting all wet no matter the size of the wave is all that this side wants. The back four will have to be reshuffled but the current habit of a clean sheet can be the catalyst of bigger things to come.
If anything, the same radio that was sending only hisses, is now functioning properly and there are tunes that makes you nod your head unknowingly.
But the team that Rafa built seems to be no other run of the mill. It’s got its limitations, but deep down there is a heart beating that after a seemingly cardiac arrest, it’s getting back, beating like a drum machine with the occasional cymbals accompanying the consistent beat. The man who is personifying all this is the Dutchman Dirk Kuyt, who has been pilloried and mocked this season as much as Carra used to be in his early days. But this lad, puts his head down to graft and only puts it up to head in a perfectly taken Steven Gerrard corner.
The new cult hero, The Greek in capital letters, was having a solid start, but then a rush of blood to his head cut short his presence in his first Merseyside derby. Lady Adversity was staring Liverpool in her eyes, but the adrenaline of the new Liverpool heartbeat kept it going, and if it weren’t for the final whistle it would probably be still going now, a going 48 hours afterwards. There was commitment coupled with adroitness. Hope coupled with conviction. Midfielders ended up as right-backs, and scorers ended up as goal-line clearers.
The nagging doubt that this run of form is purely a false dawn is now turning into a conviction that this is part of a long run of form synonymous with Rafa’s reign. The back four are immaculate, clean sheets being the order of the day as white sheets on hospital beds. The home form at the moment is superior to what it was at this time last year.
Notwithstanding, the two games in hand Manchester City possess Liverpool are now in the driving seat for the admittedly last minute ticket for the Champions League. This current Liverpool side looks to be a creature of habit, it has gone through desperate runs where losing became a habit, but is now on the ride of a sizable wave, and riding the wave on a board rather than getting all wet no matter the size of the wave is all that this side wants. The back four will have to be reshuffled but the current habit of a clean sheet can be the catalyst of bigger things to come.
If anything, the same radio that was sending only hisses, is now functioning properly and there are tunes that makes you nod your head unknowingly.
posted by jean paul at 9:14 pm
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Top, top post. Just recently started reading your stuff and I must say, it's very high quality. Keep it up.
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