Sunday, November 29, 2020

Tomkins Rants; Tomkins’ Head Explodes; Fuck The PGMOL by Paul Tomkins

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Tomkins Rants; Tomkins’ Head Explodes; Fuck The PGMOL

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Four big decisions went against Liverpool in this single game (in a season of bizarre big decisions going against Liverpool), three by VAR. Two were correct, and two were examples of VAR ruining the sport.

Sadio Mané was offside when putting the Reds 2-0 up, and it was a stonewall penalty from the young and inexperienced Neco Williams in the first half.

But Mo Salah was offside only by imagined degrees based on seriously flawed technology, and the penalty, awarded in injury time, was not a clear and obvious error by the ref. It might have been a foul, but then again, it might not.

If anything, consistency is getting worse as VAR and the refereeing community continues to be run by a eunuch with the gumption of a dead mouse that’s been put through a mincer, and the video refs are just part of the same pally bunch of blokes who all referee the games, and have their favourites, their biases, their ability to “unsee” the obvious.

Liverpool had a lot of VAR calls go against them last season, but also some go for them.

Many of them, for and against, were shocking, and illogical, and inconsistent. I didn’t necessarily like them either way, but as long as it evened itself out in that unscientific way, it was less of an issue.

And it worked out to be fairly neutral in terms of net result (Liverpool ranked mid-table for VAR damage/benefits), but it made the games all about the officiating. I hated the way a good idea like VAR was being used, even if it benefitted Liverpool – albeit, on the whole, it didn’t really benefit Liverpool.

This season, Liverpool are currently running away with the trophy for “how much damage can VAR do?”.

And this season it’s been worse overall, including the farcical application of the handball law. England stands alone with its use of three subs and its misuse of VAR. Even the Championship have now voted for five subs. The TV companies care one about themselves and not the clubs, and when a manager like Klopp complains, they “disappear” the evidence. (At least, Sky do. BT Sport at least doesn’t resemble Communist State TV.)

Now, a foul outside the box is taken into the box for a penalty, even though the official didn’t look to see that, actually, Fabinho only got the ball (outside the box), if not a clean contact on the ball.

That clear and obvious error was not overturned, as the official apparently only looked at where the offence may have taken place, not if it actually took place at all. Now, with super-slo-mos not even making it clear what happened, Andy Robertson is penalised for something more minor than most things that take place in the box each weekend, to gift Brighton a last-minute equaliser. If it’s a foul, fine – let’s just set the bar really, really low for a foul.

And all the time Liverpool spend in the opposition box – they had three of the four players in the league with the most touches in the opposition area last season – will lead to a deluge of penalties for the Reds (any time that Liverpool get penalties there’s an outcry and referees stop awarding them).

Jürgen Klopp speaks his mind and that terrifies officials and TV companies (and some hypocritical journalists who work for the purveyors of nasty, hateful news that destroys lives), to the point where they set out to stop him. How dare he! A pally Englishman would have no such problems; just as British managers have always wined and dined British journalists to curry favour. (Then, gang up on the foreign manager.)

We all want to enjoy the football more, and focus on the officiating less, but what’s the point if late (or timely in terms of the scoreline being delicately balanced) and terrible decisions keep killing your team’s hopes?

We can’t even enjoy goals anymore, in case someone with inaccurate equipment makes a decision on a mere millimetre when full inches are the tech’s margin for error. The spiffing lines drawn are accurate to within a pixel, but the pictures they are drawn over are full of distortions, and delays, and inaccuracies. It’s bullshit, dressed up as science.

In cricket, with better technology, they have a massive margin for error on whether a ball was going to hit the stumps or not, and even if they think it might have hit the stumps in an LBW shout, they’ll go with umpire’s call, as they know the tracking software is not accurate to within fine margins; in football they draw super-thin lines that turn inaccuracy into imagined perfection, and find someone’s pubic hair offside.

The schedule is making good football harder, injuries more frequent, and VAR is then rubbing salt into the wound of these soulless games by ignoring blatant fouls in the box one week then jumping in, to change the game, with something minor the next week. A bit of balance would be nice, but Liverpool are at seven (against) for net VAR overturns, in just ten games. Maybe three of them were the correct decisions, and the rest were either debatable or terrible. (At least three of them were terrible.)

And that doesn’t include things like the VAR not spotting Jordan Pickford kick Virgil van Dijk into hospital.

As subscriber andklopp noted on here after the game, “How can it take slo-mo to spot a clear and obvious error?”

What the fuck are the rules? Does anyone know? And even with the rules, the implementation, the emphasis on what is and isn’t allowed, are fudged week by week.

The rules change every summer, but the application changes every couple of weeks. Some officials don’t even know the latest rules, as seen by the mistakes they made; such as Brighton scoring against Liverpool last season with a player in the Reds’ wall (outlawed at the start of the season) or David Coote not knowing that you can send someone off for serious foul play/violent conduct even after the offside (that he had just invented) had been given.

Coote’s mistake meant that Everton didn’t have to take off an outfield player (likely Richarlison) to send on a sub keeper, with just 10 minutes gone. It also meant that violent conduct was condoned, and allowed Richarlison to violently and deliberately place his studs into Thiago’s knee. Coote essentially caused the injury to Thiago by not doing his job of protecting the players.

I pay good money to Sky and BT to watch Liverpool, but I want to see Thiago, and players like him. Why can’t I? Because of officiating disasters. Thiago’s career could be on the line, if his knee doesn’t heal, just as Virgil van Dijk has a less than 100% chance of returning to normal, and that won’t be before next season. Both are 29. We are being robbed of their prime, and the chances of Liverpool retraining the league title are lessened. Why? Because of officiating disasters. And that was just one game.

And if that was a penalty in the last minute today, for the slightest of touches by Robertson on Danny Welbeck as both tried to kick the ball (and both missed), then let’s see the VAR jump in when Mo Salah and Sadio Mané are tripped in the box, or grabbed around the neck, week after week. How much contact is allowed? Is it allowed around the neck? Is it allowed around the neck, with both hands, gripping tightly, if you’re England International Harry Maguire? Yes, it is.

If you’re England International Harry Kane, and you jump into an opponent outside the box, can you win a penalty? (The answer is: yes, yes you can.)

Why did we at TTT gather video of two and three players wrestling Virgil van Dijk to the ground at several corners last season, which the VAR ignored? It’s cognitive dissonance to just pretend you haven’t seen what you’ve just seen. I have my biases and I get stuff wrong too, but I’m not earning a fortune to make big decisions. When is WWE wrestling allowed in the box? Why do some officials spot it and others ignore it? Why have refs in all but one incident agreed that the VAR was right? Surely there should be more dissent than that?

Even when Salah was scythed down in the box away at Aston Villa this season, when the score was 1-0, the commentary team that included Jamie Carragher said “VAR has ruled no foul” or words to that effect with seconds as Villa broke out of their own box, only for Sky to show replays of a clear foul on Salah; Carragher, then seeing the replays, able to discern, like everyone else, that it was a clear penalty. Hang on, I thought we were now analysing these incidents?

[Edit: just to add, it occurred to me whilst debating the article with subscribers that in this instance the VAR intervened to give a “soft” penalty. Now, a soft penalty is usually still technically a penalty, but several get waved away every game, for various reasons, often because there’s not enough contact to constitute a foul. Yet, if it’s a soft penalty it can’t really be “a clear and obvious error”, but usually just a judgement call by the referee that, once given, is hard to overturn, as it’s soft, but it exists. However, for VAR to give one is just bizarre. How often do you get soft penalties by VAR? Have I just been missing loads of them? Why would you intervene for soft penalties? As I say elsewhere in this piece, I’m happy for them to be given if they are all given, but they are not; and some serious, clear and dangerous fouls are not given as penalties by the referee or VAR. That means we now have powerful, all-seeing tools and still reach bad decisions, which is harder to accept than a referee simply not seeing something, because he’s human, and may have been unsighted. If VAR can see soft penalties with minimal contact that’s not clear to the human eye, then there’s no excuse to miss the obvious ones – yet they still miss them.]

The decision to analyse or ignore is therefore just as prone to biases, laziness, cognitive dissonance, cronyism or any of the things that make referees so fallible to start with. There is no right to appeal, unlike other sports. You have to hope the VAR was paying attention.

Why was that okayed within a heartbeat, before the video could be properly viewed? It reminded me of those old court trials for murder: the trial, in 1907, lasted 43 minutes, and the jury reached its decision in 10 seconds. Seems just.

There is some kind of implicit bias at work in how referees choose to see the footage. They can ignore assaults one week and see the slightest of touches the next. It often seems to hinge on who is involved; an England international almost always has a free pass.

We also know that David Coote forgot to even view the assault on Virgil van Dijk due to forgetting the rules, in a game that continues to leave Liverpool without two players shortlisted for the best player in the world due to serious foul play damaging their fucked-up knees; but then we get about three different explanations from the Premier League afterwards, as they make stuff up to cover their tracks.

That’s the most galling thing, how they change their explanations like guilty criminals giving a fifth account of what really happened. They give us a load of old flannel, to fit a narrative, not the facts.

It was then said that Coote had indeed seen the incident and deemed it not worthy of a red card, and as ever, an England international or ex-international gets away with something few others would. No ban, as the VAR saw the flying two-footed assault, and … well, who knows? Welbeck got that decision today, but no way Mo Salah would via VAR. Instead, he’d be questioned for going over too easily. (Michael Owen brought that up again, yet he dived far more for Liverpool than Salah ever has.)

I wouldn’t be at all sad if all England’s players end the season too tired or injured to turn up to the Euros, and if the 14 clubs who effectively blackmail the rest of the game (stifling the Big Six and denying fairness to the 72 clubs below them, as they keep the financial gulf too large in order to fill their own pockets) continue to ruin our game with god-awful managers like David Moyes, Steve Bruce and Roy Hodgson, who, in 2020, can only spoil matches anyway, with dogshit football, and who couldn’t win trophies at major clubs even if/when given bigger budgets. Several have tried, and failed.

(At least some younger English coaches are getting their chances, and some of them seem to have more about them than just ruining football, and Graham Potter seems to be one of the better ones.)

If Klopp was English his team would get far more penalties and his players might get more protection; but he’s not English, as most English managers are rubbish, and couldn’t do even a tenth of what he has done in the game. When they get the big jobs they screw up, time and again, only for their drinking mates in the media to cry “foul play!”.

Liverpool also got lumped with the blame for Project Big Picture, but it was an Englishman at the FA and an Englishman in charge of the Football League who conspired to plot it; yet two American owners got blamed, as it’s always easiest that way. Little criticism was made of Greg Clarke, and then he got sacked for some unpleasant things he said, rather than being a deceitful gobshite who tried to shift the blame of the whole revamping idea. Only David Conn of The Guardian seemed to call him out over his duplicity with PBP.

Since then, Liverpool have had an insane number of bad calls go against them, and we continue to have 14 clubs – half of whom offer nothing to the top flight except big, talentless bodies clogging up the pitches – continue to have all the voting power.

Strange decision after strange decision follows, as 14 clubs – essentially “the Premier League” – protect what they have and try to deny the other 78, even though most of these clubs are instantly interchangeable with half the Championship. They made it to the top flight on merit (although some broke Championship FFP rules) but it’s almost like gerrymandering how they get to stay there.

Which isn’t to say Project Big Picture was fair or just; but overall, it was more fair and just than the 14 largely mediocre clubs protecting the crapness of the lower reaches of the Premier League, as they fight to stay up and sod the rest.

(Again, not all of the 14 are like this, but some of them were happy to expunge last season from the records after 29 games were played, despite playing in state-funded stadia as they reclined within their gold-plated suntanning beds, the fucking awful gobshites.)

If it wasn’t my job to write about football, and keep this site afloat, and sell a few books along the way, I’d be done with football for this season.

Maybe Klopp is another reason to stay, as he cares, he’s smart, he’s passionate, he’s considerate, and he wins big, big fucking trophies. The biggest. Time and again. Not League Cups – league titles, Champions Leagues. If Covid was combined with Roy Hodgson then I think I’d take up watching professional knitting.

It’s horrible with no fans, and that’s not really anyone’s fault within the game; shit happens, and Covid-19 is crap for us all. But the TV companies are actually getting to show more games, and were having bigger audiences the last I heard, but also took money back from the clubs.

The TV companies then tried to pull a fast one with the pay-per-view – and then no one wanted to watch Burnley or whoever play whatever alehouse dogshit nonsense for £15 a pop. Who knew!? Some of us would pay that much to watch a proper match, between two good teams, but not to endure that nonsense. Then they tried to blame the clubs. But hang on, aren’t the clubs essentially the block of 14 with all the voting and veto rights?

Several weeks ago Klopp stood up for Ole Gunnar-Solskjær and Manchester United, to say that the timings for the early games were daft and dangerous to players; yet BT Sports continue to pit Champions League clubs playing on Wednesday nights against teams away in the league just over two days later.

We are already paying good money to watch the matches on TV and as Liverpool fans, despite world-class fitness specialists, we’re getting to watch reserves, due to all the unavoidable injuries. Throw in the terrible officiating and the empty stadia, and at least try not to make a mockery of the action that does take place. Liverpool play Ajax on Tuesday, then have two more games within a week, one halfway across Europe. It’s a ceaseless treadmill that’s wearing everyone down.

Whoever Klopp selects he’ll get slaughtered; and the TV companies and media toadies will tear him apart for not winning a game, when he has so many injuries that players who were not even registered with the first team are being drafted in, and when some, like James Milner and Joel Matip, cannot play three games in a week; had Matip started today he’d probably be alongside Milner – asked to do too much – in the ever-expanding new rehab centre. The alternative was to ask a teenager to risk his developing body for yet another start, or someone coming back from an injury sustained with the fucking England team.

Meanwhile, England and the FA take the players whose wages we fund (as the club fans pay their wages, and fund that through TV subscription mainly), to play three games in a week, and hand them back on stretchers. Yay!

I don’t want special treatment for Liverpool, just some of the kind of competence Klopp shows, Michael Edwards shows, those running the club show.

Everything about the club is world-class, and they step onto the pitch to have their actions adjudicated by people who – and get this! – when deemed to have an incompetent game are then briefly demoted and brought back to do the same job involving the same team! You couldn’t make this shit up.

“Sorry, other clubs won’t get to have Coote for a week or two, as he serves his punishment for doing some/several things horribly and ruining the result and causing injuries, but we’ll bring him back to VAR you again”.

And the people who run the game are themselves fucking amateurs and chancers, who must bow the Little 14. (Almost sounds like a Depeche Mode song, that.)

I don’t want to be all elitist and entitled about Liverpool, but it seems that the club has found the smartest, most emotionally intelligent people and players, and the league is being run and officiated by a group of toadies, incompetents and wide-boys. We get to have all the sensible decisions made by WFH and DFM! (West Fucking Ham and David Fucking Moyes)

And all the planning, the hard work, is distilled into whether or not someone who is not very good at their job makes a call that suits you or harms you.

I can accept human error. But the handball law seems to change by the week, and is, along with the offside law, interpreted differently from match to match. Apart from the schedule and the injuries, I have no problem when Liverpool play badly and drop points, as it’s rare, and they are not perfect; they were crap in midweek, but it’s been an insane run of fixtures. The players have to make decisions that aren’t based on 12 camera angles. They have milliseconds to decide. They aren’t in plush VT suites in London.

The types of incidents VAR reviews is utterly arbitrary, based on who rolls around and screams, according to Danny Welbeck. If these decisions were merely cosmetic, that would be one thing; but they keep deciding games. And the games themselves are being ruined by injury after injury; there were as many injuries and incidents in the first half yet just two minutes were added, then suddenly five were added to the end of the second. The refs just make it up. I’ll add two minutes, despite six minutes of stoppages; maybe mindful of the TV companies getting all of their ad-breaks.

Liverpool started the game with their 11th centre-back pairing of the season and ended it with about the 5th or 6th right-back of the campaign.

As Klopp says, this is a Covid season, and special rules should apply – it’s shorter, there are more games crammed in, more often meaningless and uninteresting internationals crammed in, more illness as well as injuries, and there was no proper preseason. The TV companies keep telling Klopp that the clubs signed a contract; but the TV companies were happy to renege on their promised payments last season. If I were so inclined I’d ditch Sky and BT and look for streams instead. It’s what the smart people do.

Having an overbearing schedule when people’s careers are at stake shouldn’t be compared to people who work down a mine or frontline workers in the NHS, in order to say that it doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things; by that logic, just cancel the whole fucking shebang. Cancel your entire TV operations, as anything shown by Sky, BT and the BBC is not as important as people who go down the mines or those on the medical frontlines.

This is the same week that Peter Shilton came out as horribly bitter over the death of a remarkable player who far transcended his own limited ability (he was a goalkeeper, for fuck’s sake), and called him a cheat, when Gary Lineker was happy to go down easily twice against Cameroon in the following World Cup, in which Shilton was a waddling old embarrassment in the nets. No one brings up how we cheated the poor Cameroonians. No one went on about how Michael Owen threw himself to the ground in the Argentina box in 1998; yet these Brits continue to call the foreigners cheats. It is up to the officials to spot handballs, and dives, after all.

And we still have to accept the players we fund going off to play in three internationals in a week, including heading overseas for a god-damned friendlies, at a time when there’s a global pandemic killing millions. We pay the big TV subscription money, and money is tight right now. But Gary Lineker can lecture us on how there’s no need for player welfare, when he stopped playing because he had a sore toe, and famously once shat himself during a match? (Needless cheap dig, I admit. In fairness, he did play on, once he’d smelt it, just to make sure. We’ve all been there.)

I don’t really support Liverpool hopping off to a European Super League, but any big club would be nuts to not do do if given the chance to join something much bigger and better arose, as the game moves forward – just as it always has; after all, the Premier League itself was formed as a breakaway, lest we forget. England was too superior to even enter World Cups and European Cups early on. All leagues were breakaways at some point.

I don’t know if the refs are better on the continent, but the tournament organisers seem to think so, and the VAR implementation seems more sensible; there are few fewer daft decisions in Germany, it seems. They might even plan it so that teams can be at their best, to see great football, and not tired and decimated squads trying to just get through 90 minutes without being stretchered off (most can’t). But I’d take it, if it meant exciting German teams and fast-passing Spanish teams.

Anything to not have to watch Brit-dinosaur-managed Burnley, Newcastle, Crystal Palace and Sheffield United play a load of attritional turgid turd-ball to try and finish 17th. (Because, guess what? – few people want to watch that. It fucking sucks.)

I’m clearly ranting (I like to stretch my rant-muscles every now and then, albeit not every three days; not least as I occasionally do a Lineker if I get too excited). It’s partially tongue in cheek, of course, and not to be taken too seriously; but rooted in genuine frustration and disillusionment all the same. I want to learn to stop hating the officials, and start to love referees and their ilk, but as soon as I resolve to do so they make me lose all faith in even their basic abilities. We are stuck with them, and we need them; but can we have some better ones please?

And, fingers crossed, Burnley and Sheffield United go down this season, and football-playing lower-budget clubs like Norwich and Bournemouth, who prioritise “proper” football, can replace them.

And while I don’t think we can be picky about how any team chooses to play and phrases like “proper” football (I am not judging those teams because they play shite football), we can be choosy about what we pay to watch – and if it involves Brit Dinosaurs, and no Liverpool, I can take my hefty Sky and BT tariffs and do without it. If you want me to watch it, and continue to charge fortunes, then I choose to watch “proper” football. Okay?

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Tuesday, November 24, 2020

When I’m 64 (Unbeaten) – Liverpool Pummel Leicester by Paul Tomkins

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For the third game running, Liverpool absolutely mullered Leicester on xG, with Sky showing the Reds’ two best ‘expected goals’ scores since December 2019 have both been against Brendan Rodgers’ men (while the 2-1 league game last season fell before that timeframe and was another mass of good Liverpool chances in what xG had as a 4-0 win). Both were about as one-sided as big games get, with Leicester touted as title challengers at kickoff on both occasions. 

It meant yet another all-time record for Jürgen Klopp’s Reds, passing the Bob Paisley team of the late 1970s – for which the recently and sadly departed Ray Clemence was an absolute legend – for unbeaten home league games: now set at 64, which also included the club-best winning sequence of 22. 

As such, it’s worth making this piece a freebie and getting out the metaphorical cigar.

And this was a very under-strength Liverpool side that absolutely battered the Foxes. (Indeed, the xG was over a goal better than Villa’s in their 7-2 win over the Reds, which was a black swan event in terms of bad fortune.)

While I think it’s difficult to talk extemporaneously on a microphone live on national TV without making some odd word choices (I’d be crap at it), I did wonder why Jamie Carragher had to say in the first half that Liverpool were “slightly depleted”? Does he feel obliged to underplay Liverpool’s achievements at times, given his allegiances?

I do worry that some commentators (like referees at Anfield) are more concerned with looking unbiased than sticking to facts. Mo Salah, Thiago, Virgil van Dijk, Trent-Alexander Arnold, Joe Gomez and Jordan Henderson would be in the Reds’ best XI, so that’s six starters missing. Over half the team!

Four of them would probably also get into a World XI. Another of them would be in a world XI if it was picked on leadership and will to win.


Meanwhile, Xherdan Shaqiri, in fine form (and fitness) of late, was due to start, but he suffered a muscle injury, as did Naby Keita, who did start, only to be the latest to succumb to a problem in an insane schedule. (Liverpool will need to build a bigger rehab centre at the new training complex.) 

In addition, many of the Reds’ players had played two or even three international games this past fortnight, several in different continents, and Gini Wijnaldum has started six games for Holland since the middle of October. The man is an absolute machine; Dirk Kuyt once said that his compatriot had “the lungs of a horse”, and he has needed those gigantic lungs this season. (As an aside, I hope Gini signs a new deal, but I also wouldn’t begrudge him a new challenge in another league. He’s been a wonderful asset, and – touch wood – not susceptible to many injuries.)

Leicester, meanwhile, had the same matchday 18 as their game two weeks ago; although they did also have a small number of players out already. Yet again they looked clueless against a purring Liverpool team, except this was a makeshift Reds side with two midfielders in defence, and which played the final 30 minutes with another teenage rookie in the backline.

But it is a show of the strength in depth that the Reds could still field a fairly strong XI (and maybe that was the point Carragher was making), but that obviously meant a weaker bench. Yet another teenager (the stylish midfielder Leighton Clarkson) was thrust onto that bench for the first time, to show how deep the injury crisis runs. Liverpool have already fielded several 19-year-olds in major matches this season.

The elusive third goal, which looked like it would never come – to the point where Roberto Firmino found the ball repeatedly hitting him with an open goal at his mercy (and then, in one ricochet, the ball was 99.9%, if not 100% over the line) – but it finally fell to the Brazilian to kill the game, with the second goal from a “first” header at a corner in the game; the opener expertly directed into his own net by Jonny Evans, as if the back of his head was the front of van Dijk’s forehead. Boom!

However, the lateness to the much-deserved third goal meant it was hard to freshen things up with subs, other than Keita’s latest muscle twang. (Yet again Takumi Minamino came on in the 90th minute.)

It takes Liverpool joint top, although Spurs have still only played two Big Six games, albeit they won both (and those Big Six sides, from Manchester, are currently mid-table). 

Their tactics remain quite basic in the games I’ve seen, calling to mind the Leicester of 2016 – defend in numbers and hit on the break with searing pace (albeit Spurs have a better team and squad) – but it can occasionally be effective enough, especially in seasons where fewer victories are required, which should be the case this season, with such a bonkers fixture list. And it feels a long time since Jose Mourinho got teams into the 90+ points range – I think it must have been all the way back at Real Madrid in 2012 – in contrast to his record up to that point. It’s also effectively a Champions League squad (albeit wisely assembled over the years) that doesn’t actually have to endure the Champions League.

Mourinho has the advantage of being able to use the Europa League strategically, and to not deploy his best players unless they actually need the extra minutes. Liverpool, by contrast, have already played Man City, Chelsea, Arsenal, Everton and Leicester, and it’s just nine games in. The Reds have also gone away to Ajax and Atalanta, in the first three Champions League fixtures. The chance for Klopp to rest players would be lovely, if the Reds can beat the Italians at Anfield this week.

While it took a long time, I’m not sure I’ve been as happy for what was possibly a meaningless goal (albeit it did kill off any faint chance of a late two-goal Leicester revival) than when Firmino thumped the header in, having already hit the post and scored 99.9% of a goal in a move that also saw Sadio Mané strike the woodwork. This has been the most surreal season in living memory – as outlined in our new mini-book The Quarterly – and the denial of a goal by about one pixel on a video screen keeps happening to Klopp’s side.

This time it was the goalline technology, which, as some crumb of comfort, is ten times more detailed (500 frames per second) than the offside cameras (a measly 50 frames per second). That said, if that’s “10mm over the line”, as they said on Sky, then the ball is about three metres wide!

Add the injuries to so many key players, and they look every inch a team that can retain the title, having looked like a team losing its way as recently as the trip to Aston Villa in early October.

Since that game, which – surreally – had three times as many deflected goals as were seen in all Liverpool’s league games last season (for and against, 118 goals in total), defenders have fallen like flies. Yet Liverpool are generally defending superbly, with an ever-changing backline. With Villa 7th, and West Ham in 8th, as well as the fact that the Reds can’t play themselves, it means it’s only Spurs they haven’t faced from teams in the European places, in addition to the match-ups with Man City and Arsenal.

But Klopp’s trust of fringe players paid dividends yet again, with the most mature performance yet from from Curtis Jones, who is learning when to dribble, when to pass and when to cover back, and James Milner is defying time, logic and gravity; as well as defying the laws of physics, the Highway Code and the Night Poaching Act of 1828. He was one of the best players on the pitch and he is due to turn 100 later in the season. 

Andy Robertson has been much better this season, after some struggles (with extenuating circumstances) last season by his own high standards, even if he was often still effective in the title win. His powerful surges forward look stronger than ever, and this is a player currently running on only one hamstring.

Meanwhile, at the back, Joel Matip has oozed class and calmness, as has Fabinho alongside him. There’s no blistering pace there, but they both read the game so well, and have legs longer than a giraffe.

If anything, maybe the team – in his absence – no longer feels it can just rely on van Dijk. I do wonder if the Reds got a bit sloppy in thinking he could solve every problem, but while his laser-guided passing and his unstoppable set-piece threat have been missed, so far his defending (which had grown a bit sloppy) hasn’t. 

Still, it would be far better to have him available, but after two years when barely missing a single game, maybe he was a little jaded, and feeling the pressure as the team’s quasi-leader; but a couple of weeks off would have been far nicer than a totally fucked-up knee.

And as great as Matip and Fabinho have been at the heart of the defence whenever each has played this season, it leaves zero experienced cover, with the main two out for the entire campaign. That may catch up with the Reds later on in the season (although I presume Milner will just drop in there).

Up front, Mané is an unplayable live-wire, and Diogo Jota is a superstar goalscorer, whose game has gone up a level already, as have so many players as soon as they start training with Klopp and his team. Jota is so thrillingly alive to any bouncing ball, with excellent anticipation – and has great speed in getting his shots away, which is also a massive asset to have. He is such a clever footballer, and clever footballers with pace, and who can score goals, are worth their weight in gold. (Although presumably, footballers these days exceed their worth in weight of gold?)

The game was a joy to behold, and was so comfortable for Liverpool that I spent the final part spellbound by how much Marc Albrighton looks like Brendan Rodgers, and wondering how I’d never noticed before. From the side they look like twins.

And the bonuses of Liverpool doing so well without so many key players actually multiply: not only do the fringe players still win the Reds games (and the younger ones gain valuable experience), but the key men – aside from the two centre-backs – will presumably be fresher later on in the campaign. It may be a surreal season, but it’s also been fairly incredible in the difficult circumstances.

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Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Liverpool Don’t Look Ready” – Preseason Anxieties Justified? by Paul Tomkins





Well, let’s be clear: it’s hard to look ready when your players only finished their competitive club season in June (three weeks later than every other English club bar Spurs, and the first time since forming in 1892 that the Reds had a competitive game that late in the summer), then saw players go to the Nations League (four first-XI players and an impact sub), the Copa America (two first-XI players) and the African Nations Cup (three first-XI players and a borderline first-XI player), whilst others were out injured.
Last summer it was Spurs and Man City who had the greater number of players away during the summer, all at the World Cup, and in Spurs’ case, it probably contributed to their domestic collapse in the run-in (although playing in knockout Champions League games tends to damage league form, on average – compared against their league tallies from the season before and the season after a run to the final; and the less-expensive the squad, the greater the damage). Liverpool had an insanely tough start to last season on paper, but a lot of the players had come home early from the World Cup, or not even gone there.
Indeed, as I noted at the time, when Liverpool went to Napoli and lost 1-0, it was just days after they put in a mind-blowing 154 sprints at Chelsea, trying to until the end to rescue a point in a game where they played very well indeed. That kind of effort takes its toll; and so, despite losing all three away games in the group stages, I never wavered from my belief in the team. It was largely the circumstances, with tough league games penned in by tough Champions League games. Something has to give.
Between them, Liverpool’s two main rivals in the two main competitions signed just one player last season, and Spurs rushed all of their stars back for the first league game. That may explain why they ended the domestic season on their knees, but it was still their best overall season since 1961 (4th in the league and a Champions League final), and Manchester City had their best season ever in terms of silverware. They were not integrating new players (bar bench-option Mahrez), and were able to rely on greater understanding. But they probably didn’t start the season in peak physical condition; Chelsea made a better start that City, after all, and were top after five games.
In order for Liverpool to look fully ready now then they’d have had to have given all their stars zero time off this summer. That would mean they would be sharp and available for the start of the campaign (having lost no residual fitness), but likely done for by December. And the scheduling at the start of this summer is another huge spanner in the works. There’s no way around it. A crazy summer and a crazy number of additional games is the way the cards have fallen, in part due to the success of last season.
Liverpool have to play the Community Shield, the European Super Cup and then, before the turn of the year, the World Club Cup. That will make this season more challenging than last season in that it’s three additional “competitions” (no matter how brief and relatively unimportant they are in the grand scheme of things), and yet this is a team that I believe will improve due to time spent together, and the way it can mature from one of the youngest teams in the Premier League last season to a mid-spectrum average age this time around. Long-term, the future looks incredibly bright; short-term there may be some bumps in the road, just because the road ahead is full of potholes.
(Where it can get easier is in not facing teams as good as PSG and Napoli in the Champions League group, but a kind draw isn’t guaranteed. Longer domestic cup runs could then counter that, but these can be used as “reserve team” games. And I’m still in the “glorified friendly” camp on the Community Shield, but pretty much all foreign coaches see it as a proper trophy.)
Had the African Nations Cup not been put back from the winter of 2018/19 to this summer, Liverpool may have gone out to Bayern Munich in the Champions League (with players away or just returning, or injured on duty), and/or dropped more league points. We cannot now turn around and say that it’s unfair, because it worked in the club’s favour in securing a 6th European crown.
However, the decision by Guinea to call up an injured Naby Keita was reckless, and it sucks that Sadio Mané made it all the way to the final only to return with nothing. (Yet, of course, this is still an education for even players as old as 27. It can serve him well, long term, but he will need a long rest this summer, or, if he is to bypass that to some degree, rest has to be worked in at some point before the league’s first midwinter break. For instance, he could be excused the World Club Cup.)
The only Liverpool players who looked good – or “fit” – against Napoli were those who were at Melwood at the beginning of preseason: James Milner, Fabinho, Harry Wilson and a raft of kids who had no heavy international commitments.
That cannot be coincidental. Indeed, some of these kids look incredible every time I see them, with 17-year-old Ki-Jana Hoever, at full-back, having more tricks and turns than most top-class wingers (also, look at the goal he scored for the Dutch U17 side this summer for more outrageous skill, although that tournament is not gruelling like the others), and so many of these teenagers will only benefit from the social multiplier effect (training intensely against better players, with utter dedication and focus – as dictated by the manager but echoed by the non-stop professionalism of the senior pros – improves you like nothing else).
Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain, two very promising dribbles aside, looked below par, but is playing with a calf injury; while the midfield thrust of Keita and Xherdan Shaqiri – important in the absence of the ultra-cutting edge of the front three – are out injured (both from international duty). It all made for a bit of a lumpen XI, but take out so many excellent players and any team will look more prosaic. One or two can usually be mitigated for; six or seven, and any team will see a drop in quality.
Keita, Shaqiri and Oxlade-Chamberlain are the midfield “injectors”, and yet none is fully fit. And yet, of course, they offer Liverpool a lot of depth with that type of player – but when all three are out or impeded at once, it’s misleading to say there’s an issue with depth. If your 4th-choice goalkeeper isn’t very good (he’ll certainly be no Alisson Becker) or is just inexperienced, but you have the first three out injured, that’s just life; you can only build in so much insurance without having a 70-man squad. Probably only one of those attacking midfielders would start for the Reds in an ideal world, but none is “ready” right now. Shaqiri hasn’t even been able to reprise his role on the wing; he’s missed all preseason – although both he and Keita are at least now back in training.
And Adam Lallana, who seems to have an increasingly severe form of Cruyff-turn Tourette’s, is a handy midfield option to have, even if it’s well down the pecking order these days.
So even if there’s often a correlation between preseason form and the actual season form, I don’t think this summer can be counted, with first-XI players Alisson, Virgil van Dijk, Trent Alexander-Arnold, Jordan Henderson, Sadio Mané, Roberto Firmino and Mo Salah all at international tournaments, having had to extend their club seasons by three weeks, and with Keita and Shaqiri, who also played for their countries in the summer, totally absent. We have essentially been watching Liverpool’s B-team, often playing strong European opposition (after the two easier domestic matches). Even Van Dijk, Wijnaldum and Alexander-Arnold are only just back, and looking rusty.
Also, Liverpool do double and triple training sessions in preseason, designed to provide stamina for the campaign ahead, not to win preseason games; indeed, the club often trains on the day of a game in preseason, something no club would do before a meaningful match, as it’s counterproductive for the performance (as it saps vital energy). But this is not about performances, it’s about fitness. If you are building foundations, you cannot care if those foundations are pretty to look at or not – they have to serve the purpose for the long run. You could construct a building on shoddy foundations and it stay upright for a short while; but it will cause problems further down the line. The foundations are not to be seen, but are there to prop the whole thing up in the future.
Add in the travelling across time zones (jet-lag), the searing heat of previous games, and just the fact that pretty much every player – several of whom are yet to even feature – is at a totally different stage of fitness (and that Jürgen Klopp rarely picks his best XI at any one time in preseason before the final game/s), and you cannot read much into this preseason. It’s a freakish set of circumstances.
If someone looks electric, as Rhian Brewster has, then great, that’s a big bonus; but if they don’t, it doesn’t necessarily mean anything. In this case it probably meant that the kids, including the prodigious new arrival Harvey Elliott, are just unburdened by busy summers.
Indeed, Elliott, along with Sepp van den Berg, was wanted by a ton of Europe’s elite clubs. Elliott, from a family of Liverpool fans, was at Real Madrid’s training ground over the summer, but chose his beloved Reds instead. On hearing the news that he was Anfield-Bound, Zinedine Zidane made a last-ditch effort to try and tempt him to the Spanish capital. But it – along with the offer of more money – failed, clearly.
I’ve no idea if Elliott is ready for the first team right away, aged just 16, but he certainly has the ability and the confidence, as well as being a quiet and respectful young man off the pitch, lest anyone think that his haircut is indicative of some kind of rebellious streak. This is a player with immense skill to beat players in one-on-one situations and the eye to spot the kind of passes you usually only see from someone like David Silva. He is part of the new breed of young English player who has a great awareness of space, receives the ball on the half-turn and has sumptuous technique. But he will need to work hard (in games and in training), remain humble and avoid the bad luck of injuries. He may get games early on, but few players become regulars at big clubs before the age of 18 these days, and even then, it can be 20-21 for many of them. But equally, he doesn’t look like any ordinary 16-year-old. If he keeps his humility then the world is at his feet.
He is joining the perfect setup at Liverpool, with the “no dickheads” policy employed by the club in the Klopp era reaping dividends, which means everyone can get lifted up by the collective attitude. If you don’t train hard enough you’re gone, no matter how gifted. And there are no senior players arsing about to undermine the ethic; young players have supreme role models.
That said, some of the squad may still be adjusting to becoming European champions. Most athletes say that you can get a comedown after the elation of winning something incredible. They often talk of being depressed once they’ve achieved their aims, as something is then missing. But this can be overcome, and Liverpool have something big and as-yet unachieved to aim for – the Premier League title, and a first domestic crown since 1990; so it’s not like all their ambitions have been met. However, this season it seems that everything is set up to make that difficult; and the league must not become an all-or-nothing obsession.
And there’s the psychological resetting process, that can take time. Anyone who has played a video game for days, weeks or months (not in one sitting!) to continually progress, only to then die (within the game, unless you are indeed trying it in one sitting) knows how depressing it feels to start from scratch again, all previous progress lost. Liverpool won 97 points last season as well as the Champions League, but it’s all reset to zero now.
And of course, a little of the buzz from the glorious night in Madrid has gone, with the past four preseason results, but the confidence gained from digging in all last season long has to be drilled deeper into the core now.
Part of the issue is that clubs and television companies now seek to monetise preseason, when the games remain glorified training sessions, but the players have to be flown all over the world. It’s a great chance for fans on other continents to see the players in the flesh, but they cannot expect those players to be ready; they are watching the rehearsals, not the final production. In this case it’s not even the rehearsals with the main stars – it’s a run-through with the understudies.
People paying to view these games on TV cannot expect to be entertained. Yes, it’s lovely if it’s all beautiful football, but you cannot demand it.
Trent Alexander-Arnold, Virgil Van Dijk, Andy Robertson, et al, have been back for little or no time, and a Liverpool side without its world-class goalkeeper and all three of its world-class attacking triumvirate is going to be a weaker team, fitness or no fitness. That’s just indisputable.
To have the same kind of quality in reserve is nice in theory, but in practice it’s difficult to achieve, not least because someone is going to be very unhappy at not playing enough football, and that can affect the mood of the camp; while signing someone as good as the front three (which once at this level cannot be easy) is made harder by not being able to guarantee that new signing a starting position.
Adding players also means a further spike to the wage bill which is already increasing all the time (in line with increased revenues), in order to keep the team together (in contrast to 2009 and 2014, when key players left, and in 2009, the club was mired in an internal war).
Liverpool, it seems, will not offer higher wages to any new signing, because – based on my reading of it – the highest earners have to be those who have already proved their worth to Liverpool. That avoids the Alexis Sanchez shitshow at Man United. As soon as you go against a meritocratic wage structure you are planting a time bomb. But Liverpool’s younger players who have done well are getting new contracts, as are those who are becoming superstars.
And fans can only “improve” a team in their minds by adding players. They cannot coach or develop talent, or offer ways to make the team more unified, because they have no idea to do any of those things. Just add “better players” and it solves all issues.
Fans have no idea what the chemistry would be like, or how to make that side of the game work, or if signing those players would destroy the wage structure and therefore undermine the group ethic. They don’t know if players they crave are actually “dickheads”, whom Klopp and co. refuse to sign. (See my new book for far greater detail on all of this.)
And when some of the understudies are also out, or hampered by niggles, then it’s going to be hard to look good, and impossible to look “ready”. Some kind of compromise and “muddling through” the opening weeks of the season seems unavoidable.
Liverpool cannot bypass the late return of players, nor can they alter the fixture schedule. Signing someone to cover this temporary shortfall does not mean much if that player then takes six months to settle; and then, when everyone is back, there’s an excess of players when everyone is fit, and the problems that can cause (even if it’s lovely in theory). Liverpool also have players returning from loan (Wilson), and have promoted several world-class (in their age group) youngsters to the first team squad.
Another problem is that the league campaign now feels like you cannot afford to even draw a game; it has to be 38 wins, week after week after week, or panic will set in. But that’s not healthy. Liverpool cannot be expected to be at peak condition from August to May with such an insane summer that fell beyond their control, after a season that lasted 3 weeks longer than that of their man rival.
Go back to the last time Liverpool won the Champions League, in 2005, and by the August of that year I had just started writing my Wednesday column for the official Liverpool website. I was inundated with emails telling me that Rafa Benítez didn’t know what he was doing and had to go, after a start that saw Liverpool languishing in 12th in November. Indeed, the emails started raining in well before then (and to be frank, they didn’t stop for the next five years). Winning things just raises expectations (aka the hedonic treadmill), and so many people can never be satisfied. You don’t want your club to rest on its laurels, but equally, it cannot deliver relentless success, especially when the playing field isn’t exactly fair.
The Reds ended up finishing 3rd with 82 points in 2005/06, then the club’s highest of the Premier League era, and won the FA Cup after a tough run to the final. It improved greatly, overall, from the much weaker XI and squad that won in Istanbul.
The team was then at its best in 2009, after years of tweaking and development. It won nothing, but it would beat the 2005 side eight or nine times out of ten.
Because you don’t always get what you deserve, and you can’t always control the circumstances. You can only try your best.

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Friday, May 17, 2019

Don’t Laugh At Us! Don’t Pity Us! Klopp’s Liverpool One of the Greatest Teams Ever by Paul Tomkins







No one will ever forget this Liverpool side. I mean, ever. To quote Outkast, I mean ever ever ever ever.
And it feels like nothing is gonna stop this Liverpool side. You can only delay it. 
I left Anfield yesterday not in regret or sadness but suffused with a Reds-red glow of pride in the
glorious Merseyside sunshine – at the team, the manager, the backroom staff and executives, and at the
Liverpool fans, who were just majestic throughout the game, as they have been on my five recent trips. 
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(Unlike the Wolves fans, who were typical of the “let’s all laugh at you fucking it up, apparently, when
ur own team fucked up a 2-0 lead in the only semi-final we’ve been to in years, despite spending tons
more than the team that came back to beat us”, and “let’s just sing about your team, not ours”. This is
an increasing trend in visiting teams: singing about Liverpool. Come on, people – sort your own lives
out. Support your own team.)
No English team has ever got 97 points – or even close – and reached a European Cup/Champions
League final; and even pro-rata with the old points system, I can’t even see that it’s been done with 40
or 42 games. While the number of points top teams can get may vary from season to season, this is the
first time any country has had all four European finalists. So this is not a weak league. This is Liverpool
 being exceptional at a time when English football is arguably at its most exceptional. This is Liverpool
 being one of the two best teams in the world right now.
Liverpool got 98 points in 1979, but after exiting Europe early; winning the European Cup in 1977 and
1978, and in 1981 and 1984. The Reds got 90 points in 1988, but with no European football.
In 1999, when Man United did the treble, they racked up just 79 points. They got 87 when winning the
Champions League in 2008, and an impressive 90 when reaching the final in 2009, when the Reds
managed 86 and made the quarter-finals (the previous best season for the club in the Premier League
era). The last time United made the final, in 2011, they racked up just 80 points. Chelsea got just 64
points when Champions of Europe in 2012, and as my research has shown, on average a team reaching
the final loses seven points compared against its previous season and its subsequent season; a club on
Liverpool’s budget (so Liverpool and Arsenal, on four previous occasions) loses an average of 11 points. 
We can see what has happened to Spurs’ league form, and they must have lost an absolutely staggering
20 games across all competitions this season. (But they are a still a threat in a one-off game.)
Only two teams have bettered 97 points (or the equivalent pro rata) in the history of English football,
and they are both Man City. Yet they never progressed further than the quarter-finals of the Champions
League in either campaign. And this year they didn’t even face that many good teams: this season, they
played the 8th and the 15th-best teams in Germany, the 4th best team in England, the 3rd-best team in
France, plus Shakhtar Donetsk. Of all those teams, only Spurs look imposing.  
By contrast, Liverpool racked up 97 points whilst also facing, and beating, PSG, Napoli, Bayern, Porto
and Barcelona; the best teams, as things stand, in France, Germany and Spain, and the 2nd-best team in
Italy and Portugal (but Porto can still finish top). Liverpool have had an absolutely punishing European
schedule. With a smaller squad than City. 
City had far more domestic cup games, admittedly, but again, almost all against very weak opposition. However, Liverpool just added 22 points to their league season whilst also reaching the Champions League final for the second year running, having faced even better teams this season. 
That is insane. 
Liverpool also beat Spurs, Man United, Arsenal and Chelsea this season.
And maybe the only reason Liverpool didn’t beat Man City was because a referee from Manchester didn’t send the Manchester City captain off in the game in Manchester between Liverpool and Manchester City. (Spot the theme.) Keith Hackett, FIFA referee from 1981-1991, tweeted:
The turning point in the Premier League title was decided in the Man City v Liverpool game. 31st minute when Kompany went in from distance with two feet off the ground on Mo Salah. Anthony Taylor failed to red card the offence! City won 2-1
That cost Liverpool the title; a 10-point gap could have opened up, instead of it being narrowed to four by two in-off-the-post goals. Kompany is a great player but he has escaped red cards like no other player on the basis that he’s a good bloke. 
And none of this is to take away from what City have done; the financial doping aside, which makes it hard to say “fair play” (when it may not indeed be financial fair play), there is little more that any manager could do than what Pep Guardiola has achieved. He has done an immense job, and they play
some amazing football. 
Until they were rivals I loved watching them. But is their squad unfairly bolstered by iffy financing? Der Spiegel certainly seem to suggest the evidence is there, from the masses of Football Leaks documents. We shall see if anything comes from the four major investigations into their spending. If it’s  proven to be shady, then maybe this achievement will be severely tarnished. To have spent money they were not allowed to spend would be a form of cheating; not just financial doping but financial juicing.
Liverpool spent big last summer by selling big the winter before; Jürgen Klopp making a very good play er look like an excellent player, and the Reds pocketing £142m in the process. With Kloppian fitness and preparation, Philippe Coutinho was an instant hit in Barcelona, arriving mid-season. But in his second
season, without Kloppian fitness, he has bombed and been booed. Meanwhile, players bought by Liverpool from clubs like Southampton, Hoffenheim, Charlton, Lille, Schalke, Stoke (when relegated),Newcastle (when relegated) and Hull City (when relegated), and rejects from bigger clubs – flops who
would never make it in England – are at the pinnacle of the European game. Coutinho has his medals, and the Spanish sun; but Coutinho has no joy. Would you rather be Mo Salah or Sadio Mané right now, or Philippe Coutinho? 
If you can’t see that the coaching, attention to tactical detail, astonishing fitness work and man-management/motivation isn’t a big reason why these players look so good at Liverpool,then you’re missing something. 
Look at the supposedly better players – at the time of their transfers – that have rocked up at Man United the past few years. Look at the fees and wages paid, to try and corner the market on proven big names at ripe old ages.  
And if any Man United fans think they can laugh at us – you just had to beat relegated Huddersfield who were losing every single week, but drew, and then lost 2-0 at home to relegated Cardiff. That is fucking shameful. I’d take 2nd, with 97 points and a Champions League final, over not being able to
beat two of the worst teams you’ll ever see, when attempting to finish higher than 6th. If it’s hard to give City full credit given the way they may have financed their success, at least they’ve spent the money infinitely better than United, with brains rather than braggadocio. Seriously, if you think you
can laugh at Liverpool right now, think again. If you think we’re crying, think again. 
Jürgen Klopp is the antidote to the modern football fan muppet, and the financially rigged clubs. He could go to Bayern, steal the best players from anyone who comes close, and get silverware. Where’s the fun in that? I’m sure he’s actually probably already said “where’s the fucking fun in that?”.
Coutinho can go to Barcelona and get trophies, but where’s the fucking fun in that?
The love inside Anfield for the 30 minutes after the match will stay with me forever. I wasn’t at the Barcelona game, but I can imagine the love in the stadium that night. The scenes around Anfield before the game was like a carnival, even if we all knew City would beat Brighton. Win, lose or draw, it was
gonna be a party. Because football should be fun.
As such, I think Klopp is the first Liverpool manager to enter into the club’s pantheon of great managers without winning a trophy. Three seasons in Europe, three finals. That is up there with the best achievements in football. Three full seasons in the Premier League, and 97 points in his third full campaign. That is
an historically significant landmark. No trophy – but clear, indisputable greatness, particularly when combined with the way the Reds have reached the Champions League final. 
Now, that final is a mere 50-50 shot, with Liverpool’s superiority counting for nothing against underdogs as dangerous as Spurs. If Liverpool fail to win it then it will be a great shame, but equally, Spurs have done amazingly well to get to the final, and if you add the national derby element, form goes out the
window. 
As it was, Liverpool were outplayed in 2005, but won. They were then the better team in 2007, but AC Milan won. They were the better team for 30 minutes against Real Madrid, until Sergio Ramos set about trying to maim everyone, and sent Mo Salah to the hospital. Finals aren’t always about who is the better
 team, or who wants it more; it can be random, just like Liverpool at Man City, where Kompany should have been sent off with 60 minutes to play, and the ball was 11mm from a goal for the Reds, and went the Reds also hit the post – as did City’s two goals. That’s how it rolls, sometimes.  
Trophies are great. But thousand separate little joys, added up, can be the equal of, or even better than, trophies. Famous nights are all part of the experience, and this season Liverpool have beaten PSG, Napoli, Bayern, Porto, Barcelona, Arsenal, Chelsea, Spurs and Man United. 
Equally, if Spurs lose to Liverpool in the final, then that won’t undermine the amazing work Mauricio Pochettino has done. Because trophies can be random; and the minor trophies (domestic cups, Europa League) are not so hotly contested anyway. Pochettino has done more this season than any League Cup
silverware could replicate. 
Seven days ago, but what now feels like a lifetime, I tweeted that whatever happened this season, it had been a success. At the time I thought the Reds were going out of the Champions League, and it looked like City were gonna win the league.
In response I saw the familiar: no one remembers who came 2nd in the league and who reached the Champions League semi-finals or lose the Champions League final. No one remembers the runners-up.
Bullshit. 
This is such a reductionist argument. This is the argument for those who only experience joy of football through the honours list on a club’s Wikipedia page; those who just want to trade “we’ve won more than you” barbs on social media, rather than think about “what do you remember?” We remember things that
 capture the imagination and stir the heart; trophies, or not. You get dull trophy-winners and you get fantastic runners-up.  
In terms of only remembering the winners, there are hundreds of winners in football that I cannot call to mind. I’d have to go look them up to tell you who they were.
I can call on more than just my usual response of Holland 1974 and 1978, Hungary 1954 and Brazil 1982 , who were amongst the greatest an most influential football nations ever – and add South Korea in 2002, and clubs like Monaco of 2004 and 2017; Atlético Madrid in 2014 and 2016, and Klopp’s Dortmund in
2013; Leeds in 2001, and yes, Ajax and (if the Reds win in Madrid) Spurs this year. There are many others.
I vividly remember Arsenal in 2006, losing narrowly to Barcelona, more than any of the Gunners’ late-Wenger trophies, some of which I didn’t even bother to watch, as domestic cups are only treated seriously by about one-third of the clubs who enter. I will always remember Sarri’s Napoli last season, with the great
 football they played, and the staggering achievement of finishing 2nd with … 91 points.   
And Napoli didn’t also reach a Champions League semi-final in the very same season, beating Bayern, PSG and, of course, that very team Napoli along the way. (Obviously Napoli couldn’t beat themselves.) 
I don’t remember the Reds’ 2003 League Cup at all fondly, other than beating Man United in the final – because the team was so dreadful in the league that season – but I do think far more fondly about the 2002 team that came 2nd in the league with 80 points and went to the Champions League quarter-finals. 
I don’t think particularly fondly of the 2012 League Cup success, when Kenny Dalglish won the Reds’most recent trophy, but I loved every minute of the second half of 2010/11, when Roy Hodgson was finally sent packing and King Kenny put the smiles back on our faces with some free-flowing football. (A League Cup/FA Cup double in 2012 would have been more memorable, but the margins were super-fine in that other final, against Chelsea.) I don’t think as fondly of Roy Evans’ 1995 team, which won the League Cup, as the 1996 team, which won nothing – but was a much better team.
But so many things about this season, including the win in Bayern, and the 4-0 thumping of Barcelona after being (unfairly) 3-0 down in the first leg, will stay with me forever. And in my last eight visits toAnfield I’ve seen the Reds score well over 20 goals and not concede once. I may not be a regular anymore,
but I’ve seen some special performances from a special team.
You remember great teams. It’s as simple as that. You remember Herculean efforts, and when sport becomes this outstanding and elite – when the air gets so rarified that you’re almost 30 points aheadof the nearest other competitors – then people remember the vanquished as well as the victor. This
Liverpool team broke the scoring record in the Champions League last season, with so many goals that shitloads is not adequate to describe the quantity, and has now racked up 97 points in the leaguethis season, with another Champions League final to come.
And if people forget this Liverpool team, that’s their problem, isn’t it?
This is the fatal modern psychological flaw of “compare and despair”. Nothing is ever good enough if you cannot find satisfaction in being great because someone else was great too. This is just likeMark Manson’s example of how the guy who formed Megadeth, who sold millions and millions of records, but is never happy because he was kicked out of Metallica, who sold even more records. 
No, we are happy, and we are proud. And this is just the start.
Indeed, I have been writing what must be my 8th or 9th book on a Liverpool season, although this one is more about the evolution under Klopp since 2015 than just 2018/19. Many of those books ended with  no silverware, and Man United and Everton fans flooded book sites with mocking reviews, but if you
chronicle a season you don’t know where it will end; just as, in late 2004, I did not know my first book would end with me sprawled on a piece of cardboard outside the airport in Istanbul at 7am, having just had probably the greatest night of my life. (Apologies to any ex-girlfriends reading this, and also,
apologies for everything else. I now accept that screaming Jerzy Dudek! during sex is not such a good thing.)
But this book (initially available only to TTT subscribers, in a special boxed edition complete with a second book written by our contributors on the matches they were at) has been the hardest to write. Because, there’s just so much to cover. So much keeps happening; too many great moments to document  in one book without making it 15,000 pages long. I have to keep rewriting sections, as so much keeps getting better than I ever thought possible. The sections on the really good games have to be edited down, as there are so many fucking awesome games. And this season has been the hardest on my health, as it’s
just been non-stop must-win games for 10 months.
The book will be finished this summer, and will be released on the back of a Champions League trophy,
or on the back of an amazing, amazing season with no silverware. 
The book will end, because you have to draw a line and tie things up – just as the season will end, one
way or another, on June 1st. But again, for Liverpool and Klopp, this is only the start…