Second half felt like a different sport altogether, playing moving the ball quickly, full backs who can cross and get forward, midfields trying to beat their man and be creative, movement off the ball, wild.
Remember a Viz from years back when someone wrote in:
”If the Fonz is so cool why does he hang around with f***wits like Cunningham, Potsy and Ralph Malph”.
If we’re going to hoof it into the corner straight from the kick-offs why even bother trying to pass out from the back. Just launch it 90 yards each time and box’em in.
Slotball.
Great. So it’s a choice between our first choice midfielder and best player, our 5th choice midfielder or the bloke we actually signed to play f’king RB who we’re now trying to mould into a winger.
Or they call it and leave end of the season. Some generational talents, lads who could realistically have a shout at an all time Liverpool XI, leaving under a cloud because of this s***-show.
I’m at the point now where I’d sooner see PSG give us a bloody good hiding home and away if it mean he’ll be dismissed. His contract must have some seriously clever clauses in it.
He does need to watch a few games from the stands, because Christ knows how quick it must look at pitch level for him to be this delusional. We don’t press, we close down a few yards then back off, we s*** out of nearly every big tackle, we need the same 6 we’ve needed since Fabs legs collapsed and he doesn’t see any of it.