I’d like to think that I will not rant on such things as this too much but, honestly. The long faces, tragedy-stricken expressions and acres of column inches devoted to one particular element of this match might make the uninitiated think there had been a planet-wide disaster.
And that disaster is, apparently, Liverpool shipping six goals at Anfield for the first time in 70 years. Big bloody deal. Ian Rush, who does a very good long face, appeared as if someone had massacred his entire extended family and implied that it shouldn’t be allowed for oppo teams to score so many at Anfield. Like this smear on the club’s stats should be illegal, certainly expunged from the collective consciousness and possibly that the perpetrators rounded up and shot for insulting the fans on the Kop. There is no doubt that I, and the rest of the football watching public, am being asked to feel terribly sorry for the poor old ‘pool.
Why does this get my goat? I’ll tell you why. A couple of seasons ago, Liverpool beat Ipswich Town 6-0 at Portman Road. It snuffed out a recovery and signalled our slide out of the premiership. We got relegated, lost Ã‚Â£30 million and went into administration. I don’t recall us beating our breasts, wailing or gnashing our teeth. Or anyone feeling sorry for us. Nor should they.
Liverpool, on Tuesday night, got knocked out of a relatively pointless cup competition. GET OVER IT.