It’s not the end.
We may say it is. We may insist it must be. But it’s not. It’s not over until it’s over.
But I’ll get to that later.
We may say it is. We may insist it must be. But it’s not. It’s not over until it’s over.
But I’ll get to that later.
There’s a good way to draw a football match and a bad way. That was the worst way possible.
That’s why it hurts. That’s why you see Luis sobbing his eyes out on the pitch. That’s why Twitter is full of capital letters and unnecessary amounts of exclamation marks.
The worst way possible.
It wasn’t how we let it slip in 11 minutes or how we threw away a 3 goal lead. No.
It was the expectation beforehand. The expectation of going out there and smashing Tony Pulis and his plucky palace into the next dimension.
Me. I set my expectations too high, but not unreachably high. I was frustrated from minute one. I wanted the ball in the back of the net twice in every ten minutes. In my eyes Suarez was the Suarez of two years ago. Every shot was wild, uncontrolled. Sturridge’s flicks weren’t coming off. Sterling looked bright at points but burnt at others.
But you could see it coming. Just take a look at their faces in the tunnel and walking out.
Cold. Steely. Determined.
Or look again? Doubtful? Scared? Nervous? Definitely nervous.
Don’t tell me you didn’t want more. You wanted more. You wanted 5, 6, 7… Rodger’s said the most important thing was winning the match. Then why did we attack, attack, attack like the crowd shouted? Why didn’t we just hold the ball and kill the game? Why didn’t we leave the ball in the net? Let Speroni get it out? He definitely wanted more.
Hindsight can be a wonderful thing, but it can also blur the emotions of the past. The players wanted more last night. The fans wanted more last night. But it backfired. Disastrously.
This was a bizarre game in which both teams wanted the ball back in play as quickly as possible. Both were willing to risk leaving the back door open when on the attack. Both teams got what they deserved. But it’s not enough for Liverpool.
That’s what was going through my mind throughout the game
It’s not enough
1-0
It’s not enough
2-0
3-0
It’s still not enough
3-3
1 point isn’t enough
But it is. 1 point is still enough. We needed City to drop points. A draw or a loss. Now we need City to drop points. Two draws. 1 loss. THAT would be enough. That would be enough for Liverpool to go to Anfield for the last time in this crazy, magical, mad, mad season and know a win would bring the title to somewhere it hasn’t been for 24 years.
I can’t wait to see Hendo back.
We go again.
That’s why it hurts. That’s why you see Luis sobbing his eyes out on the pitch. That’s why Twitter is full of capital letters and unnecessary amounts of exclamation marks.
The worst way possible.
It wasn’t how we let it slip in 11 minutes or how we threw away a 3 goal lead. No.
It was the expectation beforehand. The expectation of going out there and smashing Tony Pulis and his plucky palace into the next dimension.
Me. I set my expectations too high, but not unreachably high. I was frustrated from minute one. I wanted the ball in the back of the net twice in every ten minutes. In my eyes Suarez was the Suarez of two years ago. Every shot was wild, uncontrolled. Sturridge’s flicks weren’t coming off. Sterling looked bright at points but burnt at others.
But you could see it coming. Just take a look at their faces in the tunnel and walking out.
Cold. Steely. Determined.
Or look again? Doubtful? Scared? Nervous? Definitely nervous.
Don’t tell me you didn’t want more. You wanted more. You wanted 5, 6, 7… Rodger’s said the most important thing was winning the match. Then why did we attack, attack, attack like the crowd shouted? Why didn’t we just hold the ball and kill the game? Why didn’t we leave the ball in the net? Let Speroni get it out? He definitely wanted more.
Hindsight can be a wonderful thing, but it can also blur the emotions of the past. The players wanted more last night. The fans wanted more last night. But it backfired. Disastrously.
This was a bizarre game in which both teams wanted the ball back in play as quickly as possible. Both were willing to risk leaving the back door open when on the attack. Both teams got what they deserved. But it’s not enough for Liverpool.
That’s what was going through my mind throughout the game
It’s not enough
1-0
It’s not enough
2-0
3-0
It’s still not enough
3-3
1 point isn’t enough
But it is. 1 point is still enough. We needed City to drop points. A draw or a loss. Now we need City to drop points. Two draws. 1 loss. THAT would be enough. That would be enough for Liverpool to go to Anfield for the last time in this crazy, magical, mad, mad season and know a win would bring the title to somewhere it hasn’t been for 24 years.
I can’t wait to see Hendo back.
We go again.