Off we go to Liverpool. A fun evening is in store.
At least it’s on a Saturday. Even though it is eight o’clock, which will ruin many a Saturday night and cause our supporters problems getting back by train and theirs getting back to Oslo.
Yes, it’s a predictable one but old cliches are never banned here. The eyes of the word will be on Anfield, and Anfield will provide an unforgettable atmosphere courtesy of the unique, once seen never forgotten edifice of the Kop. That’s what we’ll be told so it must be true.
A team that’s bang in form against one whose supporters are muttering ever-louder after a run of defeats. This fixture has seen the situation many times but this one is a bit different. They might be league champions but that doesn’t make them unbeatable, which is already being proved. What would Shanks have said, eh?
They’ve got a couple of injuries, which will be commented on almost as much as the world-renown Kop atmosphere, while we’ve got a couple out but that won’t get a mention. You might notice a theme developing here.
Their manager, who’s got ninety minutes left before he starts to get some serious abuse, has the appearance of a man who knows there’s something wrong but hasn’t got got the faintest idea of what it is or how to put it right. To be fair though, they have got a few players that might be worth looking at when they decide to better themselves in the summer. That Elliott bloke for example, although he hasn’t played much for them lately.
The only worry is that there must be a law forbidding Liverpool from losing five in a row. And while there should be something here about leaving out the sign on/always the victims shite, the ones who sing it will still think it’s a bit of a laugh and the rest wouldn’t have thought of it anyway. Panic on the streets of Stockholm, Dublin, Plymouth and Singapore.
