As predicted, soccer pundits are glowing in their praise of Man U’s victory over Liverpool yesterday, one that puts them at six wins in the last seven league meetings over their North West rivals.
I often wonder which game many “journalists” watch when they report. It is becoming more and more apparent that Liverpool is becoming universally despised by the pen wielding illuminati in London. They resemble less and less non-partisan spectators and more like their celebrity rag brethren.
Any one that watched the game impartially might say that United scored on their first, and only, real effort in the first half, their response is: a top notch team will find a way to win games. Then they will say two efforts were cleared off the line, to which the response will be: a resolute defense of a top notch team will find a way to stop other teams from winning games.
The bitterest pill for any Liverpool supporter to swallow is to have to say we lost to Manchester bloody United. Again. It doesn’t help to say they didn’t deserve it. Because the only rejoinder Manc fans ever need is: we won. There’s no need to justify it or even talk about it. Just point to the score board. Then at the crestfallen idiots on the other side of the park. And then run because more often than not those crestfallen idiots will be waiting for you outside the park with more than just ill-intent.
The Mancs always seem to find a way to beat us. And usually in emphatic style at the end of one half or the other. And usually off a weak performance when they weren’t the better team.
But not according to Ferguson. His take: "In terms of playing football, we were the better team." He must suffer from the same delusional affliction journalists do. Ronaldo was a wraith, Rooney botched the only opportunity he had, and the only menace Tevez posed was to the environment with amount of oil in his hair. Well he scored, too. And it was well taken. It hurts to say that. It really hurts.
SAF really should consider having the prescription for his glasses checked and have his “happy pill” dosage reduced.
All said and done, Torres was a disappointment. After all the hype, he just wasn’t there. His touch was lacking, finishing wasn’t even a word in his vocabulary and he should’ve put the clearance off the line into the net.
He wasn’t the only one to blame, but he was most noticeable in the aftermath of the lead up to the game and then his poor performance. The second half was almost scripted. Any time we go down one to Man U it becomes the half-hearted parry and thrust of team that knows they are not going to win. And so it was again.
Some in red did show up to play. Mascherano was good, but Riise was awesome. He played like he was twenty years wiser and ten years younger. He got my man of the match for marking Ronaldo off the pitch.
The real gem, though, is proving to be the youngster Ryan Babbel. As gems go, he’s still a bit unfinished, a bit rough and can be less than lustrous at times. But with a little polishing I think he will prove to be the crown jewel in Rafa’s signings.
One thing that was heartening in this loss, and something that in all my years of watching this match up I have yet to see, was a Man U that looked scared. Traditionally, they give no one respect. It’s one of the things that I do respect about the bastards. And yet yesterday there was trepidation and uncertainty in their ranks. For the first time in many a season, this fixture was one for Liverpool to win as opposed to not to lose.
It is a small victory, but Man U’s posture might be the most emphatic marker that Liverpool is back on the right track and will rival the league-topping teams of yore next year. Don’t get me wrong, this year is not a right off just yet. But it is next year when the fruit will be fully ripened on the domestic vine.