24th
October 2018 – Liverpool’s turgid weekend win at
Huddersfield seemed to contain very little of that magic Klopp sparkle, carrying instead a
healthy portion of good fortune. A turning point? Or a team hanging on for
dear life until things - and crucial players’ form – decide to take a turn for
the better?
There were no lucky moments for the game to pivot
on, as happened at the Etihad with strange refereeing and an even stranger second goal, but you got the distinct feeling that this was a Liverpool performance
that would have warranted nul points
had they been playing anybody but dire second season syndrome Huddersfield
Town.
With Firmino and Mane missing, things looked rubbery
and warped. Adam Lallana pranced and postured and Daniel Sturridge did
broadly the same. Little Salah, carrying the weight of the world now he is
the planet's darling, looked leaden once again. Cement in his boots, apart
from one crucial frisky finish that reminded us all that he can still do it.
But doing it, on a regular basis, he is not and, boy
does that make a difference to how forbidding Liverpool look.
The drubbing of Red Star Belgrade may well be the catalyst the Kop has
been waiting for. More Salah goals (50 from 65 now), a lightening of step and
things beginning to look good again. Luck, as Liverpool know, plays its part
in these crucial, pivotal moments that can change a season for the better or
worse, or kick-start a new direction. On this occasion, it was the luck of playing Huddersfield and Red Star, two of the worst participants in the respective competitions that Liverpool faced them in.
The mind goes back to Mark Robbins for Manchester United at Forest and
Adrian Heath for Everton at Oxford United, two cup games that saw ultimately
iconic managers possibly one more defeat away from calamity. Messrs Ferguson
and Kendall survived to become serial winners with their respective clubs,
but it was close and they were lucky.
Luck played its part for the great Liverpool sides too. When you’re
properly good, things tend to just drift your way. Subliminal bubbles build
up in officials’ brains, causing delirium and the taking of decisions that
they would not normally entertain.
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The illegal challenge |
The mind drifts again, this time even further back, to the throbbing
cauldron that was Maine Road on the night of 14th January 1981.
Yes, when luck goes against you, you don’t readily forget, even nearly 40 years on. If you're going to bear a grudge, bear it properly.
Amongst Liverpool supporters of that generation, the name probably
deserves a mere flicker of attention. For any City fans there that night,
however, it is a name that resonates as forcefully and clearly as if someone
had just hit you over the head with a bin lid.
ALF GREY. For it is he.
For Mr Grey was the upright, quasi-military-looking fellow, who managed
single-handedly to whistle City out of a hard-fought, mud and feathers League
Cup semi final with Liverpool.
This was the well-oiled Liverpool, the goal-scoring machine of the 70s
that steamrollered all-comers. Even with proper referees you knew you were in
for a torrid time. City, busy beginning a bad run against Liverpool which –
quite incredibly -endures to this day, were on the up with new manager John
Bond, who had been asked to wipe the memories of the failed Malcolm Allison
experiment.
City, fast out of the traps, were one-up inside three minutes, or at
least that is what the heaving Kippax believed. Grey had other ideas, though,
and did very much what Jonathan Moss did at the Etihad last weekend: he
bottled the big decision in favour of the big club. Inventing a push from
Kevin Reeves which nobody had seen, the man in black ruled out the goal and
asked Ray Clemence if he’d like to take a free kick instead.
Oddly, this moment not only stained a chunk of my childhood, it has
remained as a shadow across my life ever since. That City still cannot shake
the Liverpool hoodoo only serves to make the whole shebang more personal,
more evil-smelling and more painful.
Of course, City didn't make it to Wembley. That disallowed goal and a late winner for the visitors, stemming from a free kick that only Alf Grey understood the geometry of, sank the Blues and the lung-busting draw at Anfield in the second leg did not suffice.
But ask any Liverpool fan and they will remember instances like that at
every ground they visited. Referees, administrators, they are all agog in the face of winners. Which special alignment of the planets allowed United to go 300
years at Old Trafford without conceding a penalty? Liverpool were similarly
well treated in the 70s and 80s. They earned it, you scream. These things
even themselves out, you stammer. Fruit and nuts, I reply. It is the simple
dazzling light of the star manager, the whiff of victory from David Silva’s
armpits that send them off kilter. After years of bitter defeat and gales of
laughter as Mark Clattenburg and Chris Foy dealt swiftly with our fragile hopes,
things are on the move for City now. Liverpool too, with Klopp’s charming teeth and that
persuasive breeze of sound off the Kop, can still rely on soft refereeing
skills to see them right when the going gets tough.
It is folklore and hokus pokus of this kind that keep us all chattering, of course. Some souls even think songs can win them matches. In
the long run, however, the Premier League will be
won by the best team, not the luckiest one.
– Simon Curtis
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24th
October 2018 – There are
several ways in which a club knows it has hit the big time. Great players,
great goals, great wins ... great trophies. Another is absolutely and utterly
getting away with it against a smaller side.
Welcome to the big time, Manchester City.
Bloody hell, that was some display by Jonathan
Moss at the Eithad Stadium on Saturday, failing to act on two shocking
challenges on Burnley players, from Vincent Kompany and Leroy Sane, as well
as allowing City a goal when it should have been ruled out given David Silva
was practically in a different part of Manchester as he delivered the cross
from which Bernardo Silva made it 2-0.
It would be foolish to suggest Moss’s non-calls affected
the overall outcome - City were yet again excellent and would have triumphed
one way or another. But the referee’s ineptitude no doubt contributed to the
size of the scoreline, as well as posing a broader question - would City have
got those decisions in a different era, specifically the one before all the
money and trophies?
It’s possible. After all, referees regularly
deliver shocking decisions in all manner of games and circumstances, but
there was something distinctly distinct about Moss’s display - that of a man
whose mind had been swayed by where he was and who his hosts where.
It happens to the best of us. Literally. As a
Liverpool fan there have been numerous games over the years when I’ve looked
on with silent surprise and relief as a referee has totally allowed us to get
away with one. A penalty not given when one of our defenders has clearly
tripped one of the opposition attackers in the box, a red card not shown when
one of our midfielders has taken out one of theirs, an offside not called
when one of our forwards is, well, offside. You get away with a lot more when
you have a lot more kudos, and especially at home.
Just look at Arsenal’s 3-1 win against Leicester
at the Emirates - fully deserved but how did Chris Kavanagh, the referee, not
see Rob Holding’s handball in the first half? He was in the perfect position.
The only explanation is that in the critical half-a-second he had to make a
decision, Kavanagh remembered where he was, mulled over the grief he’d get
for pointing to the spot and decided to pretend he hadn’t seen an obvious
offence. In short, he bottled it.
So City are not the first, and will certainly
not be the last, big team to find a friend in the man who is supposed to be
officiating one of their games with complete neutrality and professionalism.
And, for sure, any team that wins the title requires a bit of luck along the
way, no matter how brilliant they are. Think back to the Manchester United
sides that won title after title in the 1990s - they were supreme but it was
definitely a bit odd how the opposition never got a penalty at Old Trafford.
So City remain top and it only helps their cause
that Kevin de Bruyne is back from injury. But Liverpool are right on their
tails despite not playing particularly well and having the harder run of
games, and the next set of fixtures could lead to a notable shift given
Jurgen Klopp’s men are at home to Cardiff while those belonging to Pep
Guardiola travel to Tottenham for a Monday night showdown at Wembley.
A tough assignment for City, who were immaculate
in victory over Shakhtar Donetsk in midweek but may require a bit of
luck to succeed against Spurs. As Burnley can testify, it wouldn’t be
the first time.
– Sachin Nakrani
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