18th April 2019 – It feels like an
entire season has passed since we last spoke, such has been the drama on
show.
Football, bloody
hell.
As expected, City reaching the FA Cup final was
about as obvious as my horse in the Grand National falling at the first
fence. I genuinely forgot the match was even happening, which either says a
lot about the competition itself these days, or just how dominant City are
against the lesser teams.
If that was low-key, so much else that has happened
has been unforgettable.
Twenty-four hours before City sauntered past the
Seagulls I was an emotional wreck once more. Having required a fluke of an
own goal to get past Tottenham the previous weekend, the trip to Southampton
was proving an equally galling experience. Shane Long scoring seemed entirely
predictable - he scores once every five years and it’s always against
Liverpool - and a raucous St Mary’s was loving the thought of ending their
opponents’ title hopes.
Then Naby Keita popped up with one of those goals
you don’t know has gone in, due in part to an initial lack of celebration and
iffy commentary from the increasingly poor Martin Tyler. Relief. As the
minutes passed, Jurgen Klopp turned to two of his most trusted generals in
Jordan Henderson and James Milner - two men who have to put up with morons
calling them the ‘Brexit Midfield’, and whose absence from the starting line-up
had been celebrated. Some fans don’t deserve them.
The duo turned the game on its head, particularly
Henderson, and both and he Mo Salah’s goal celebrations were the best of the
season (so far). The win felt huge. A routine victory over Porto followed -
I’m suddenly getting used to routine wins, which has not been a part of
Liverpool’s vocabulary for many years now - while City toiled at Tottenham.
It still felt like Pep Guardiola’s men were favourites to progress, though.
I hadn’t seen that game pan out because it was
played at the same time as Liverpool, but a lack of a City away goal
surprised me, as did Ederson’s sloppy error. Is he actually THAT great? Am I
just being knee-jerk?
Focus was swiftly back on the Premier League in no
time, and what I would consider City’s first test in what felt like a year. I
was foolish to expect another present from Roy Hodgson, however, as his
Crystal Palace side insipidly lay down and allowed City to cruise through
proceedings. When were they last even in third gear in a league game?
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Job done for City at Selhurst Park. Photo: Mike Hammond |
Luka Milivojevic’s goal back did at least test the
champions’ resolve briefly, but their game management was superb late on. It
was a case of “over to you, Liverpool” yet again at the final whistle. Christ
almighty! Again?
This time it was Chelsea hoping to end the dream and
I was terrified at the thought of Eden Hazard taking to the Anfield turf,
such is his penchant for turning into Lionel Messi there. But Liverpool got
the job done in a match with immense pressure on them once more, in a game they
would not have won in years gone by. Henderson was again influential - what
an incredible boost it has been using him higher up the pitch - and Sadio
Mane and Salah did the business in front of goal.
I say in front of goal, but Salah was virtually
standing inside Goodison Park when he hit that shot, the bloody one-season
wonder! That result will have hurt City, I know it will. So will the
Southampton game. And mentally hurting your closest rivals is essential in
any title race, as I have experienced so often the other way round, from
Freddie Ljungberg to Federico Macheda.
As you were, then, in the title race, to semi-quote
a City-supporting hero of mine. If City have been serene in the league,
Liverpool have been exactly that in the Champions League knockout stages, and
their 4-1 win in Porto came despite not even playing well. It was almost embarrassingly
easy, barring an early burst from the hosts. This is the best Liverpool team
I have ever seen. I keep telling myself that so not to take this all for granted.
Trophies or no trophies this season, they’re a joy, and they are only getting
better The ease at which the Reds were progressing meant I had more than an
eye on the City-Spurs game, as the most remarkable opening 20 minutes unfolded.
Another Ederson mistake?
It was mind-blowing football from both sides,
barring David Silva, whose form seems to have fallen off a cliff. What has
happened there? Before Christmas he was being spoken of as possibly the best
foreign player in Premier League history - great player, but that’s a stretch
- but now City look like they would be better off without him in the side.
What occurred in those dying moments at the Etihad
summed up why we love and hate football in equal measure. For Spurs fans it
would have been one of the most exhilarating moments in their history, while
for City it was the opposite of that Sergio Aguero goal in 2012 - a goal I
celebrated wildly, incidentally
It was cruel and it was also funny. I don’t hate
City in the slightest, in fact I barely even dislike them, but the tribalism
that exists in the current game makes it impossible not to laugh when it happens
to a team that has so much to shout about. As a pessimist, I am now deeply
concerned about the impact that defeat is going to have on the title race,
though.
For starters, I have almost written off Saturday’s
mirror image fixture at the Etihad, such is the fatigue Spurs will be
suffering from and how revved-up City will be. Guardiola will not allow anything
other than a huge performance and I predict a very comfortable win and some
angry, determined post-match celebrations.
This team is far too special to slink away into the
bushes and never return this season - Liverpool’s Champions League chances
have been greatly enhanced, but their title dream has been damaged. Many will
disagree, but I’ll be the one saying “I told you so” next month. Either that
or I’ll be the drunken, incorrect lunatic who can’t speak because Liverpool
have been crowned champions and I’ve been in town for days on end. The Reds
have Cardiff on Sunday, with Neil Warnock still holding a grudge because Rafa
Benitez once rested players at Fulham before a Champions League final, which
helped get his Sheffield United team relegated. Could do without out it, if
I’m honest. Sick of pre-match narratives.
He will be revelling at the thought of damaging
Liverpool’s title chances, as well as trying to pull off a miraculous escape
act, of course. It should be an away win - if it isn’t, Klopp’s men don’t
merit being champions, quite frankly. We will reconvene on here after next
Wednesday’s Manchester derby, which I am equally convinced will end in three
points for City, with Man United both not good enough and likely to not be
quite as up for it as usual, shall we say.
You’re not kidding me, lads, there’s no way you’re
going to give it your all when Liverpool are hovering so ominously waiting to
swoop. Prove me wrong!
– Henry Jackson
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18th April 2019 – “Please be ‘Spursy’, Spurs”, my co-correspondent had implored last time out. He was talking before the
Liverpool-Spurs game not the Champions League couplet City and Spurs have
just enjoyed, but all in all, I thjnk we can safely say Spurs were about as
Spursy as can be, losing coquettishly at Anfield after looking like winning,
beating City strongly in their home Champions League game, then somehow
surviving that tumultuous night at the Etihad that some of us are still
recovering from.
I have again been watching Liverpool very closely
for cracks. Psychological, architectural, physical, any kind of fissure will
do. After a while you becomea kind of, let’s call it what it is, “expert”. Is
Van Dijk limping? Klopp looks worried or is it me? Origi’s coming on! Ian Rush looks like he’s wet himself …..
Every time I think I see one, a crack in Liverpool’s
armour, someone – Henderson, Mane, that little goblin Salah turns up with a
mortar board, an implement for applying putty and a dollop of said paste and
covers the bloody thing over. Hey presto, no cracks!
It is clearly long past a joke.
If Tottenham was painful to watch, with Sissoko’s
immaculate brainfart in front of goal and Lloris’ joke goalkeeping,
Southampton also provided hope, only for it to be snatched away. Character
aplenty from Liverpool but a slightly soft underbelly that keeps getting them
into sticky situations in the first place.
The same thing seemed to be happening in the home
game with Chelsea, where Hazard prompted and probed and Chelsea went about
their business in a cautious but solid enough fashion. Then, bang, two goals
in a flash, one from Salah that appeared to be hit from the far side of the
moon and Chelsea were gone, sunk, trampled down.
Punch drunk, the Londoners rallied.
Still they had time to hit the post and miss a
presentable chance (both at the foot of Hazard). Once those two had passed
without incident, Liverpool could play out the game calmly and appropriately
for all present. Porto on the European front provided almost as few problems
as they had the year before, the Portuguese fizzing an early chance just over
in the return leg and then being caught out by the quick break, quick
thinking, decisive football that has typified Liverpool’s season.
And now we must trust in Neil Warnock, of all
people. I have to say (and I have to think it, in order to keep what is left
of my sanity) that perhaps the slip will come in one of the bankers. Perhaps we have been looking
in the wrong place all this time, just like Mrs Marple. Cardiff have been
playing reasonably well of late, got no change from a good performance
against Chelsea and were hard done by at Turf Moor too. Their win at Brighton
showed guts and character aplenty and sets up this weekend’s home game with
Liverpool quite nicely. It is of course the hope that kills you.
City, meanwhile, are forced to look into the eyes of
those Tottenham players once more. What they see there will tell them what
comes next: glassy-eyed tiredness? The bloodshot orbs of libidinous over-celebration?
The glint of cocky one-upmanship? And when Spurs can focus after all this
merriment and carnage, what on earth will they see in Mancunian eyes?
City’s season stands, still stands, on the edge of
greatness. Winning their last six games of the season will mean securing an
unprecedented treble of League Cup, FA Cup and Premier League. You can throw
in the Community Shield – as we always used to, but are snorted at if we do
it these days – to make it four, if you are brave. City won their last six/five
league games in each of the title winning seasons of 2012 and 2014. Last
season, five of the last six were won, despite no need to do so.
Can we now expect a solemn bout of righteous
indignation from these City players, removed so cruelly from European competition?
Should Liverpool fear what comes next, or hope for more slip-ups against the
same Tottenham team that ruined the unreachable dream?
Only it cannot be the same Tottenham team. The
energy it took to lose 4-3 on Wednesday will have flushed them out as
completely as a tanker load of high octane laxative. The elation of what they
achieved will have dulled the senses. If City can channel their anger, all
should be well. As I was saying, it’s the hope that kills you.
The midweek shenanigans only serve to leave both
clubs juggling an unwieldy dilemma. Liverpool now have the extra games to
play, not City. And they must play them against Messi’s Barcelona. That will
take a gargantuan physical and mental effort and may well be to no avail.
Where does that leave Klopp’s men? City meanwhile are still walking the same
tightrope as before. Drop a point, any point, in any game, and risk handing a
crucial advantage to Liverpool. With Tottenham and United next, plus a
tricky-looking trip to Burnley, the pressure’s on. Keep your cool and manage
the games like you did at Selhurst Park, serene, smooth and successful, and
the future is yours. Panic like you did in the Champions League and the roof
comes in again. Only Spurs, Arsenal, Liverpool, United and Chelsea have completed the
double in modern times. Only United have done more than that, adding the Champions League to
the double in 1999, at a time when City were heaving themselves past
Gillingham to climb out of the third tier. No club has ever won all three
domestic trophies (four if you etc etc…) in the same season. The secret for
City and for Guardiola, busy choosing the right words of encouragement, is to
forget as swiftly as possible last Wednesday night and focus on the
glittering prizes and the place in the history books that await the brave and
the nerveless.
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Simon Curtis
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