After Gerrard won the penalty i was saying to the lads in the pub "look at him, he's right up for it and he will win us this game". You could just tell, the way he was playing and the way the game was panning out. When his number went up the whole f***ing pub (and this was the Sefton in West Derby, about 200 lads) were shouting obsenities at the manager. He got lucky. Really lucky. The game would have been sewn up a lot earlier if he had stayed on.