It’s been a painful week to be a Liverpool supporter after losing out in two competitions in the space of only a few days…
I’M not good at this.
Y’know, being the bigger man, congratulating the victor, seeing the bigger picture. That sort of thing.
You throw in as many ‘yeah, but’ arguments as you like. It doesn’t matter. Losing a final hurts. I won’t pretend otherwise.
And it being deserved doesn’t help. During the woeful commentary I was subjected to there was talk of eight harrowing minutes for the brave souls in black and white. Harrowing how? We hadn’t got near them all day! The crowd could have gone for a pint at that point and just come back for the trophy lift. There was no jeopardy at all.
(Alright, I know Freddy Church got one back but we didn’t exactly go close afterwards).
No, that was awful. It was meek where it should have been bold, Muzak where it should have been symphonic and the beigest of beiges where it called for rainbows and explosions.
Mitigating factors, then:
PSG. Yeah, but squad.
No right back. Yeah, but that’s life.
The referee. What did you expect?
The VAR check went back so far that I hoped Fede had never been arrested for littering. I expected Jon Brooks to pull out a police file from behind the monitor.
Mitigation doesn’t make it any better even when it’s justified. I hate watching Liverpool turn up all grainy and jet lagged. Too few players playing too many games. Newcastle won everything.
Still, there are only league games left now. That’s all I’ve got tonight. That’s my focus. No more distractions. Get over the line then plan, plan, plan. There’s work to be done.
A summer agenda then:
Contracts: One way or the other. Stop messing about. The captain of this club could lift the Premier League trophy soon while wondering if he’ll still have a shirt here in three months. It’s just getting stupid now.
Sort Alisson and Konate’s contracts out early. See above.
Two number nines. It’s best for Darwin and God knows what’s happened to Diogo. He has all the movement of a giant Redwood these days. I’ve never seen a drop off. The Tin Man in a red shirt. How is he starting games?
Two full backs. One if he goes, the other to give the other the odd weekend off. That’s not a reflection on Quansah. The lad did his best but he’s not a full back.
The main midfield three to be tied to sunbeds, not to be released until every tissue is restored. Twenty hours sleep a day for six weeks. Compulsory.
I fully expect none of that to happen.
Yeah, this is a hard column to write. No one wins.
Got to say though, I’ve no issue with Newcastle fans and their joy, but the media love-in is a bit much.
I mean I could mention Saudi money and human rights records, but our own club have just partnered with Visit Maldives – a country which isn’t exactly progressive when it comes to certain rights.
Liverpool may be ‘proud to once again be supporting Rainbow Laces through our club-wide Red Together initiative, which promotes equality, diversity and inclusion in everything we do’ (November 2024) but think of all that lovely money. Absolute lip service.
Ah, I’m just being cynical. Possibly even a bit spoilt. I’ve long lost touch with the higher ups at the club. It’s just the lads on the pitch for me now.
Just win the sodding Derby, lads. That would cheer us all up. Pull out of the international thing and just win the Derby. Then the next three.
I think we all need a break.
God knows, I do.
Karl
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