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DIDN’T need Mystic Meg to see that one coming, did it? Before a ball was kicked it was easy enough to know what to expect from Leicester City. All week their players have been thrown under the bus – fans, pundits, managers… take your pick. All were pointing the finger at them for the sacking of Claudio Ranieri.
Pitched as a pack of free BMW-driving Judases who turned on the man who made the impossible possible, there was always going to be a reaction – no team talk required. Everyone thinks you're scum of the earth, lads. You can't score, you can't win. Show them.
From our point of view then it should have been no surprise. A storm was coming. Weather it. Fight as much as they do. Battle as much as they do. Stay in it. Keep them out. Turn the crowd, plenty who still aren’t sure about the man who made their dreams come true getting sacked.
But no. First, Liverpool’s squad was shown up yet again – square pegs in round holes again, kids on the bench again.
For 10 minutes we rode our luck. Mignolet sharp, repelling Leicester on a couple of occasions. Then we got out. And on the only real occasion the Reds strung a few passes together, we were in their box causing problems but with only two corners to show for it.
It wasn’t a sign of things to come. Passes misplaced. Touches woeful. And every second ball won by a Leicester shirt. The first goal was so easy – an absolute present. Liverpool have been giving them out for a while. The second was a great finish but more evidence that the bite to win it was missing. No one in red, bar the keeper, was emerging with credit – dodgy at the back, poor communication, the midfield bypassed and the front three anonymous. Aimless crossing didn’t help. Again.
Second half, looking at a lost cause, the bare minimum was some belated battle. Some evidence of heart. There were bits. There were flashes. Then another easy goal for the opposition, a consolation clawed back. But nothing to get the blood pumping. Never any belief.
At some point, there needs to be a collective ‘f**k you’ at Liverpool – at every level, from every person involved. A ‘f**k this’ not a ‘ah well’. This week we’ve had Manchester United matching Liverpool’s trophy haul (and yes, I’m counting the European Super Cups, so flipping what). Tonight, we’ve had to endure Leicester fans, with Ranieri masks, hearses driving around outside, phone lights on, and whatever else they brought to the meff fest, singing about one of the best Scouse players to grace football not winning the league.
All this should sting. It should stir a deep fury, leaving you clenching fists and grinding teeth; keeping you awake at night. That’s what I want it to do to people involved at Liverpool. I want them to care. It matters to me and to you. Does it to them? Is there a driving, dogged 200 per cent every day commitment to making Liverpool great again?
That bench doesn’t say that. It’s great to target youth development and we all love to see it in action. But when it’s over-promotion, over-reliance? When it’s to the detriment of Liverpool’s chances of winning things? Well it doesn’t feel right, does it?
We know Klopp can squeeze the best out of a group and make them believe; that he can put fire in bellies. But he needs bellies on top of better feet. He needs more players that can carry out his philosophies to the letter but can also make a difference when it matters – boss a game, control a match, leave the opposition cowering in their wake week after week not now and then. Who are those players in this squad? There are some. But there aren’t enough. There aren’t options. Back ups. Reliable performers en masse.
It’s a good base, with good attributes. We’ve seen that. But it needs the topping. The stardust. The difference makers.
Liverpool will win more matches this season; they’ll lose them too. Probably too many. They’ll score goals, but they’ll concede. Probably too many.
Fingers need to be pulled out at home and abroad – purse strings loosened, perfect models ripped up. Show some balls. Show intent. And buy some f*****g good players. Because Liverpool don’t have enough of them.
Up the yet-another-helpful-hand-to-teams-when-they-needed-it-most Reds.
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SO MANY PEOPLE, MY FAMILY OF FRIENDS