http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/getFeed.kickAction?quantity=25 New blogs from KristianWalsh on The Kop Thu, 01 Mar 2012 21:29:57 GMT Thu, 01 Mar 2012 21:29:57 GMT reportedposts@liverpoolfc.tv (lfcAdmin) reportedposts@liverpoolfc.tv (lfcAdmin) KickApps Feed Builder 2012-03-01T21:29:57Z 41 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/searchEverything.kickAction?as=173471&sortType=recent&tags=null 0 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Something-old-something-new/blog/5821945/173471.html “ALL change, please.” And with those weary words from the conductor came the hustle and the bustle beneath the world. And with the bustle and hustle came the inquisitive glances at the giant, multi-coloured web on the wall; the impromptu formation of a human barricade in the middle of rush hour; scorn from commuting Londoners as the eternal question of how many Scousers it takes to operate an automated ticket machine was answered through gritted teeth. Liverpool had been here before. They had been here for Brighton and Chelsea; they had been here before for Arsenal, Spurs and Fulham. Before this season, they had been here for West Ham, Charlton, Crystal Palace and Millwall. But most importantly, Liverpool had been here before for Wembley. The hustle, bustle, tube maps and unfamiliarity – it all seemed so familiar. It had been 16 years since Liverpool’s last appearance at Wembley. The club appeared so often at the previous incarnation, an Occupy Wembley banner would have felt appropriate draped over the Twin Towers. Those Twin Towers may now be replaced with a giant arch and the stadium capacity has swelled, but Wembley is still synonymous with trophies and success. It matters not the tube doors in Central London now close with extra pizzazz; it matters not your expensive red seat could be reached by escalator. All that mattered to those 40,000 in the stadium was Liverpool playing in their first cup final in five years. Much like Cardiff and Istanbul, few cared how the stadium matched up to the brochure; few cared how last night’s final round of drinks cost £30 between six people. The only thing Liverpool supporters cared about was that the stadium was there to house their team and provide the stage for their latest triumphant act; that the expensive conclusion to the evening was there to be shared with their friends. Every final attended provides another anecdote to share and another cutting in the scrapbook. Some are bigger than others. Two trips to Rome and Istanbul provide the highlights of five European Cups, while two Michael Owen goals in 10 minutes and a Steven Gerrard masterclass synopsises the Reds’ trips to Cardiff. Their endeavours at Wembley require an entire ephemeris, such is the volume and radiance of the visits to the English capital. It had been far too long since the last entry, when Liverpool’s trophy-laden period under Rafael Benitez reached its unfortunate epode in Athens - but Kenny was ready to turn the page. This was to be Kenny Dalglish’s 21st Wembley appearance for Liverpool as either player or manager, losing just four of his previous 20 visits – three of them in the season-opening Charity Shield. He had never come up against a Welsh team, nor had he walked out under the stadium’s new, conspicuous arch. As the team bus snaked along the streets of Harrow and the behemoth stadium came into view, Kenny Dalglish and his playing squad kept focus. London – and Wembley – may have had a multi-million pound lick of paint, but the final destination remained the same. Under that arch rested Liverpool’s first trophy for six years; inside the splendid dome rested success long overdue for a club the size of Liverpool. As supporters snaked along the streets of Harrow, emptying out of tube stations, train stations, minibuses and coaches, they too kept focus. It had been five years since their team’s insignia was decked around a stadium; six years since it was done so in triumph. Here stood Wembley, and a chance to rectify all that within a February afternoon. As impressive as the new stadium looked, it mattered little to those who walked up Wembley Way – it could have easily been Willesden, Warsaw or Waterloo. The supporters were on a journey to watch their team lift a trophy after six barren years; a journey to add another clipping to the scrapbook. What a journey it had been. Trips to Exeter and Brighton necessitated a respectful approach, while a tumultuous trend needed to stop at Stoke.  Liverpool emerged from a tie at Stamford Bridge remarkably unscathed bar Lucas Leiva’s season-ending injury, but the same cannot be said of the semi-final tie with Manchester City. Liverpool were scathed and looked eliminated until Craig Bellamy confirmed Liverpool’s first domestic final appearance in six years. As all approached Wembley, those memories flooded back. The sodden 500 mile trip to Devon; the sunlit candy floss on Brighton Pier; Stoke, London, Manchester. And now, at the end of that journey, came Wembley. So big in the distance and magnifying as the journey neared completion, it mirrored the notion of success in this year’s competition. In that stadium, Liverpool were to lift their eight League Cup trophy – the reality was there wherever you turned, with constant reminders tied to lampposts and hung over balconies. Liverpool fans had seen this all before, but it didn’t matter. Songs still stuck in the back of people’s throats through tension and emotion; the sea of red strode up the hill in the unseasonal sunshine in keen discussion as it has for decades. Above, a giant poster of Kenny Dalglish looked down upon them, like Big Brother surveying the utopia beneath. This was no Orwellian world, however; the fans had seen Dalglish, the fans believed in Dalglish. But utopia nearly became dystopia once the game began. It was nothing Liverpool fans were not already familiar with. A rousing rendition of You’ll Never Walk Alone could have been housed in Istanbul or Cardiff; so too could the nervous performance, early heartbreak and worry that, despite the musical pep-talk before kick-off, it might not be Liverpool’s time. With so much success at what was affectionately known as Anfield South, most assumed the success was already confirmed; most assumed the trip to London had been to witness a glorious coronation on a magnificent stage. But Cardiff didn’t. The Welsh side were fantastic, refusing to allow Liverpool to play their natural game. Gerrard and Adam were impinged, while Suarez and Carroll struggled to find space against Hudson and Turner. But thankfully for Liverpool, it was their twin towers dominated the London sky. Martin Skrtel has now chiselled into a Colossus, his goal a rightful exclamation point on a fantastic defensive display both throughout the game on Sunday and the season as a whole. Dirk Kuyt, meanwhile, exhibited why his trophyless Liverpool career was one of football’s biggest injustices. His energy and intelligence was welcome; his goal in extra time even more so. But this is Liverpool. And just like Liverpool in Rome, Istanbul and Cardiff, Liverpool in Wembley had to prolong supporters’ agony a little bit more. Individual performances are forgotten and cast to the wayside; the nerve, heart, courage and technique of penalties is all that will be remembered in the immediate aftermath. Once the final penalty drifted wide of both Pepe Reina and his right-hand post, utopia was restored. The six-year wait was over; Kenny Dalglish’s 21-year wait to lead his Reds to a trophy had now ended. One hug felt distinctly like Istanbul; another felt as it did in Cardiff after West Ham. It mattered little that outside the curved walls stood tourist traps, bankers and Tory governments; all that mattered was Steven Gerrard trudging up the Royal Box to collect his trophy, to collect his winners' medal for the first time in six years. It had been six years too long. As the champagne corks started to hurtle back towards the ground and post-match celebrations simmered, it was now Kenny Dalglish who looked up at the Liverpool fans. Those same fans who were soaked at Exeter, sunned in Brighton and celebrated at Stoke, Chelsea and City. It had been a remarkable journey. It had been a typical Liverpool cup final. The supporters know no different. But Kenny Dalglish knows, despite the millage covered over the course of this campaign, that the win against Cardiff is the start of a journey – not the end. Winning at Wembley gives a satisfying finality; at the end of the long road is a trophy, and majestic surroundings to raise it. But he could have been standing in any stadium in the world. The thing most important to him is that his side return there over and over again and leave with trophies – starting with the FA Cup in May. If Kenny is planning on a few more trips to London, then maybe even the tube map will finally be figured out by some. Unlikely. It’s been done for decades. The familiarity in unfamiliarity is part of London’s allure. And with the bustle and hustle came the inquisitive glances at the giant, multi-coloured web on the wall; the impromptu formation of a human barricade in the middle of rush hour; scorn from commuting Londoners as the eternal question of how many Scousers it takes to operate an automated ticket machine was answered through gritted teeth. But Liverpool supporters didn’t care. They had been here before. But this time, they were finding their way back home with a trophy in the cabinet. “ALL change, please.” And with those weary words from the conductor came the hustle and the bustle beneath the world. And with the bustle and hustle came the inquisitive glances at the giant, multi-coloured web on the wall; the impromptu formation of a human barricade in the middle of rush hour; scorn from commuting Londoners as the eternal question of how many Scousers it takes to operate an automated ticket machine was answered through gritted teeth. Liverpool had been here before. They had been here for Brighton and Chelsea; they had been here before for Arsenal, Spurs and Fulham. Before this season, they had been here for West Ham, Charlton, Crystal Palace and Millwall. But most importantly, Liverpool had been here before for Wembley. The hustle, bustle, tube maps and unfamiliarity – it all seemed so familiar. It had been 16 years since Liverpool’s last appearance at Wembley. The club appeared so often at the previous incarnation, an Occupy Wembley banner would have felt appropriate draped over the Twin Towers. Those Twin Towers may now be replaced with a giant arch and the stadium capacity has swelled, but Wembley is still synonymous with trophies and success. It matters not the tube doors in Central London now close with extra pizzazz; it matters not your expensive red seat could be reached by escalator. All that mattered to those 40,000 in the stadium was Liverpool playing in their first cup final in five years. Much like Cardiff and Istanbul, few cared how the stadium matched up to the brochure; few cared how last night’s final round of drinks cost £30 between six people. The only thing Liverpool supporters cared about was that the stadium was there to house their team and provide the stage for their latest triumphant act; that the expensive conclusion to the evening was there to be shared with their friends. Every final attended provides another anecdote to share and another cutting in the scrapbook. Some are bigger than others. Two trips to Rome and Istanbul provide the highlights of five European Cups, while two Michael Owen goals in 10 minutes and a Steven Gerrard masterclass synopsises the Reds’ trips to Cardiff. Their endeavours at Wembley require an entire ephemeris, such is the volume and radiance of the visits to the English capital. It had been far too long since the last entry, when Liverpool’s trophy-laden period under Rafael Benitez reached its unfortunate epode in Athens - but Kenny was ready to turn the page. This was to be Kenny Dalglish’s 21st Wembley appearance for Liverpool as either player or manager, losing just four of his previous 20 visits – three of them in the season-opening Charity Shield. He had never come up against a Welsh team, nor had he walked out under the stadium’s new, conspicuous arch. As the team bus snaked along the streets of Harrow and the behemoth stadium came into view, Kenny Dalglish and his playing squad kept focus. London – and Wembley – may have had a multi-million pound lick of paint, but the final destination remained the same. Under that arch rested Liverpool’s first trophy for six years; inside the splendid dome rested success long overdue for a club the size of Liverpool. As supporters snaked along the streets of Harrow, emptying out of tube stations, train stations, minibuses and coaches, they too kept focus. It had been five years since their team’s insignia was decked around a stadium; six years since it was done so in triumph. Here stood Wembley, and a chance to rectify all that within a February afternoon. As impressive as the new stadium looked, it mattered little to those who walked up Wembley Way – it could have easily been Willesden, Warsaw or Waterloo. The supporters were on a journey to watch their team lift a trophy after six barren years; a journey to add another clipping to the scrapbook. What a journey it had been. Trips to Exeter and Brighton necessitated a respectful approach, while a tumultuous trend needed to stop at Stoke.  Liverpool emerged from a tie at Stamford Bridge remarkably unscathed bar Lucas Leiva’s season-ending injury, but the same cannot be said of the semi-final tie with Manchester City. Liverpool were scathed and looked eliminated until Craig Bellamy confirmed Liverpool’s first domestic final appearance in six years. As all approached Wembley, those memories flooded back. The sodden 500 mile trip to Devon; the sunlit candy floss on Brighton Pier; Stoke, London, Manchester. And now, at the end of that journey, came Wembley. So big in the distance and magnifying as the journey neared completion, it mirrored the notion of success in this year’s competition. In that stadium, Liverpool were to lift their eight League Cup trophy – the reality was there wherever you turned, with constant reminders tied to lampposts and hung over balconies. Liverpool fans had seen this all before, but it didn’t matter. Songs still stuck in the back of people’s throats through tension and emotion; the sea of red strode up the hill in the unseasonal sunshine in keen discussion as it has for decades. Above, a giant poster of Kenny Dalglish looked down upon them, like Big Brother surveying the utopia beneath. This was no Orwellian world, however; the fans had seen Dalglish, the fans believed in Dalglish. But utopia nearly became dystopia once the game began. It was nothing Liverpool fans were not already familiar with. A rousing rendition of You’ll Never Walk Alone could have been housed in Istanbul or Cardiff; so too could the nervous performance, early heartbreak and worry that, despite the musical pep-talk before kick-off, it might not be Liverpool’s time. With so much success at what was affectionately known as Anfield South, most assumed the success was already confirmed; most assumed the trip to London had been to witness a glorious coronation on a magnificent stage. But Cardiff didn’t. The Welsh side were fantastic, refusing to allow Liverpool to play their natural game. Gerrard and Adam were impinged, while Suarez and Carroll struggled to find space against Hudson and Turner. But thankfully for Liverpool, it was their twin towers dominated the London sky. Martin Skrtel has now chiselled into a Colossus, his goal a rightful exclamation point on a fantastic defensive display both throughout the game on Sunday and the season as a whole. Dirk Kuyt, meanwhile, exhibited why his trophyless Liverpool career was one of football’s biggest injustices. His energy and intelligence was welcome; his goal in extra time even more so. But this is Liverpool. And just like Liverpool in Rome, Istanbul and Cardiff, Liverpool in Wembley had to prolong supporters’ agony a little bit more. Individual performances are forgotten and cast to the wayside; the nerve, heart, courage and technique of penalties is all that will be remembered in the immediate aftermath. Once the final penalty drifted wide of both Pepe Reina and his right-hand post, utopia was restored. The six-year wait was over; Kenny Dalglish’s 21-year wait to lead his Reds to a trophy had now ended. One hug felt distinctly like Istanbul; another felt as it did in Cardiff after West Ham. It mattered little that outside the curved walls stood tourist traps, bankers and Tory governments; all that mattered was Steven Gerrard trudging up the Royal Box to collect his trophy, to collect his winners' medal for the first time in six years. It had been six years too long. As the champagne corks started to hurtle back towards the ground and post-match celebrations simmered, it was now Kenny Dalglish who looked up at the Liverpool fans. Those same fans who were soaked at Exeter, sunned in Brighton and celebrated at Stoke, Chelsea and City. It had been a remarkable journey. It had been a typical Liverpool cup final. The supporters know no different. But Kenny Dalglish knows, despite the millage covered over the course of this campaign, that the win against Cardiff is the start of a journey – not the end. Winning at Wembley gives a satisfying finality; at the end of the long road is a trophy, and majestic surroundings to raise it. But he could have been standing in any stadium in the world. The thing most important to him is that his side return there over and over again and leave with trophies – starting with the FA Cup in May. If Kenny is planning on a few more trips to London, then maybe even the tube map will finally be figured out by some. Unlikely. It’s been done for decades. The familiarity in unfamiliarity is part of London’s allure. And with the bustle and hustle came the inquisitive glances at the giant, multi-coloured web on the wall; the impromptu formation of a human barricade in the middle of rush hour; scorn from commuting Londoners as the eternal question of how many Scousers it takes to operate an automated ticket machine was answered through gritted teeth. But Liverpool supporters didn’t care. They had been here before. But this time, they were finding their way back home with a trophy in the cabinet. Fri, 02 Mar 2012 20:17:49 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Something-old-something-new/blog/5821945/173471.html KristianWalsh 2012-03-01T21:29:57Z The Kop “ALL change, please.” And with those weary words from the conductor came the hustle and the bustle beneath the world. And with the bustle and hustle came the inquisitive glances at the giant, multi-coloured web on the wall; the impromptu formation of a human barricade in the middle of rush hour; scorn from commuting Londoners as the eternal question of how many Scousers it takes to operate an automated ticket machine was answered through gritted teeth. Liverpool had been here before. They had been here for Brighton and Chelsea; they had been here before for Arsenal, Spurs and Fulham. Before this season, they had been here for West Ham, Charlton, Crystal Palace and Millwall. But most importantly, Liverpool had been here before for Wembley. The hustle, bustle, tube maps and unfamiliarity – it all seemed so familiar. It had been 16 years since Liverpool’s last appearance at Wembley. The club appeared so often at the previous incarnation, an Occupy Wembley banner would have felt appropriate draped over the Twin Towers. Those Twin Towers may now be replaced with a giant arch and the stadium capacity has swelled, but Wembley is still synonymous with trophies and success. It matters not the tube doors in Central London now close with extra pizzazz; it matters not your expensive red seat could be reached by escalator. All that mattered to those 40,000 in the stadium was Liverpool playing in their first cup final in five years. Much like Cardiff and Istanbul, few cared how the stadium matched up to the brochure; few cared how last night’s final round of drinks cost £30 between six people. The only thing Liverpool supporters cared about was that the stadium was there to house their team and provide the stage for their latest triumphant act; that the expensive conclusion to the evening was there to be shared with their friends. Every final attended provides another anecdote to share and another cutting in the scrapbook. Some are bigger than others. Two trips to Rome and Istanbul provide the highlights of five European Cups, while two Michael Owen goals in 10 minutes and a Steven Gerrard masterclass synopsises the Reds’ trips to Cardiff. Their endeavours at Wembley require an entire ephemeris, such is the volume and radiance of the visits to the English capital. It had been far too long since the last entry, when Liverpool’s trophy-laden period under Rafael Benitez reached its unfortunate epode in Athens - but Kenny was ready to turn the page. This was to be Kenny Dalglish’s 21st Wembley appearance for Liverpool as either player or manager, losing just four of his previous 20 visits – three of them in the season-opening Charity Shield. He had never come up against a Welsh team, nor had he walked out under the stadium’s new, conspicuous arch. As the team bus snaked along the streets of Harrow and the behemoth stadium came into view, Kenny Dalglish and his playing squad kept focus. London – and Wembley – may have had a multi-million pound lick of paint, but the final destination remained the same. Under that arch rested Liverpool’s first trophy for six years; inside the splendid dome rested success long overdue for a club the size of Liverpool. As supporters snaked along the streets of Harrow, emptying out of tube stations, train stations, minibuses and coaches, they too kept focus. It had been five years since their team’s insignia was decked around a stadium; six years since it was done so in triumph. Here stood Wembley, and a chance to rectify all that within a February afternoon. As impressive as the new stadium looked, it mattered little to those who walked up Wembley Way – it could have easily been Willesden, Warsaw or Waterloo. The supporters were on a journey to watch their team lift a trophy after six barren years; a journey to add another clipping to the scrapbook. What a journey it had been. Trips to Exeter and Brighton necessitated a respectful approach, while a tumultuous trend needed to stop at Stoke.  Liverpool emerged from a tie at Stamford Bridge remarkably unscathed bar Lucas Leiva’s season-ending injury, but the same cannot be said of the semi-final tie with Manchester City. Liverpool were scathed and looked eliminated until Craig Bellamy confirmed Liverpool’s first domestic final appearance in six years. As all approached Wembley, those memories flooded back. The sodden 500 mile trip to Devon; the sunlit candy floss on Brighton Pier; Stoke, London, Manchester. And now, at the end of that journey, came Wembley. So big in the distance and magnifying as the journey neared completion, it mirrored the notion of success in this year’s competition. In that stadium, Liverpool were to lift their eight League Cup trophy – the reality was there wherever you turned, with constant reminders tied to lampposts and hung over balconies. Liverpool fans had seen this all before, but it didn’t matter. Songs still stuck in the back of people’s throats through tension and emotion; the sea of red strode up the hill in the unseasonal sunshine in keen discussion as it has for decades. Above, a giant poster of Kenny Dalglish looked down upon them, like Big Brother surveying the utopia beneath. This was no Orwellian world, however; the fans had seen Dalglish, the fans believed in Dalglish. But utopia nearly became dystopia once the game began. It was nothing Liverpool fans were not already familiar with. A rousing rendition of You’ll Never Walk Alone could have been housed in Istanbul or Cardiff; so too could the nervous performance, early heartbreak and worry that, despite the musical pep-talk before kick-off, it might not be Liverpool’s time. With so much success at what was affectionately known as Anfield South, most assumed the success was already confirmed; most assumed the trip to London had been to witness a glorious coronation on a magnificent stage. But Cardiff didn’t. The Welsh side were fantastic, refusing to allow Liverpool to play their natural game. Gerrard and Adam were impinged, while Suarez and Carroll struggled to find space against Hudson and Turner. But thankfully for Liverpool, it was their twin towers dominated the London sky. Martin Skrtel has now chiselled into a Colossus, his goal a rightful exclamation point on a fantastic defensive display both throughout the game on Sunday and the season as a whole. Dirk Kuyt, meanwhile, exhibited why his trophyless Liverpool career was one of football’s biggest injustices. His energy and intelligence was welcome; his goal in extra time even more so. But this is Liverpool. And just like Liverpool in Rome, Istanbul and Cardiff, Liverpool in Wembley had to prolong supporters’ agony a little bit more. Individual performances are forgotten and cast to the wayside; the nerve, heart, courage and technique of penalties is all that will be remembered in the immediate aftermath. Once the final penalty drifted wide of both Pepe Reina and his right-hand post, utopia was restored. The six-year wait was over; Kenny Dalglish’s 21-year wait to lead his Reds to a trophy had now ended. One hug felt distinctly like Istanbul; another felt as it did in Cardiff after West Ham. It mattered little that outside the curved walls stood tourist traps, bankers and Tory governments; all that mattered was Steven Gerrard trudging up the Royal Box to collect his trophy, to collect his winners' medal for the first time in six years. It had been six years too long. As the champagne corks started to hurtle back towards the ground and post-match celebrations simmered, it was now Kenny Dalglish who looked up at the Liverpool fans. Those same fans who were soaked at Exeter, sunned in Brighton and celebrated at Stoke, Chelsea and City. It had been a remarkable journey. It had been a typical Liverpool cup final. The supporters know no different. But Kenny Dalglish knows, despite the millage covered over the course of this campaign, that the win against Cardiff is the start of a journey – not the end. Winning at Wembley gives a satisfying finality; at the end of the long road is a trophy, and majestic surroundings to raise it. But he could have been standing in any stadium in the world. The thing most important to him is that his side return there over and over again and leave with trophies – starting with the FA Cup in May. If Kenny is planning on a few more trips to London, then maybe even the tube map will finally be figured out by some. Unlikely. It’s been done for decades. The familiarity in unfamiliarity is part of London’s allure. And with the bustle and hustle came the inquisitive glances at the giant, multi-coloured web on the wall; the impromptu formation of a human barricade in the middle of rush hour; scorn from commuting Londoners as the eternal question of how many Scousers it takes to operate an automated ticket machine was answered through gritted teeth. But Liverpool supporters didn’t care. They had been here before. But this time, they were finding their way back home with a trophy in the cabinet. nonadult false Something old, something new text blog 28857 36 4.86111 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 21 1 5821945 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_LFC-and-the-Jabberwock/blog/5784283/173471.html "Beware the Jabberwock, my son!The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Beware the Jubjub bird, and shunThe frumious Bandersnatch!" -       - Through The Looking Glass; Lewis Carroll (1871)  TO those who are not acquainted with Victorian nonsense poems, the words of Jabberwocky may baffle, bemuse and bewilder. To those who are familiar, the words bewilder, bemuse and baffle. The result is the same regardless. Not even the novel’s protagonist, Alice, can understand it. 'It seems very pretty,' she said when she had finished it, 'but it's rather hard to understand! […] Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas—only I don't exactly know what they are!’ From the moment Patrice Evra levelled accusations at Luis Suarez, the verbal jousting began between two sides with different shades of red on their armour. Claims were followed by counter-claims. Misinformation and misrepresentation appeared the primary goal of most supporters; most scored with aplomb. There has been a lot said about the entire situation, but very little sense. The collective scribes of The Anfield Wrap, as well as Manchester United writer Andy Mitten, are part of a small number who have approached the situation with integrity and balance; they’re part of a small number who have approached without hysteria and myopia. From most, the words were pretty and ideas saturated people’s heads - but no one really knew anything. Far too many chose to use the incident as a point-scoring exercise away from the football pitch. A shot aimed at rival supporters was far more important than a shot by Rooney or Suarez. The high horse had been mounted; its hooves trampled upon all common decency and dignity. Wider issues, ignored for far too long, remained ignored. But with the trio of apologies from Liverpool, the Jabberwock, Jubjub and Bandersnatch are no more. The translations and mitigations must cease; the nonsense must end. Much like how Alice woke from her dream about the Jabberwock, football – including Liverpool supporters - must rub its eyes and readjust its gaze to exactly that: football. Luis Suarez must remain focused, too. His consolation goal at Old Trafford was his first goal since a well-placed header against QPR on December 10, and his first completed 90 minutes since Boxing Day. The Uruguayan striker must now be looking forward to returning to what is most familiar – playing games, terrorising defences and scoring goals. The club have progressed well during his hiatus, reaching the Carling Cup final and FA Cup fifth round, as well as remaining just four points behind Champions League qualification. With one trip to Wembley secure and another firmly in their sights, the challenge now is to keep hopes of another glorious trip to the capital alive – by participating in the 2013 Champions League final. But first, Liverpool must get there - and they must do so while striving to win silverware for the first time since 2006. They must do so while striving to bring Kenny Dalglish his first trophy since returning as manager; his first as Liverpool manger since 1990. Kenny Dalglish, Luis Suarez and all associated with Liverpool Football Club will require a strong mentality between now and May to achieve everything they want. The quality of the squad cannot be questioned. The defence is the league’s strongest, while players such as Henderson and Carroll mature with every game. The experience Gerrard, Kuyt, Maxi and Bellamy possess will be as important as their creativity. Those four, more than most, will be essential between now and May; those four will be vital as the catalysts for a fresh, fervent Suarez. But when fighting on three fronts, it’s about more than ability. Fatigue sets in both mentally and physically. Each prong of the trident provides a different dilemma. This week, Dalglish will ensure his squad refuse to underestimate FA Cup opponents Brighton; next week, it’s guaranteeing the Carling Cup, and a smile as broad and beaming as Wembley’s colossal arch. After that, Arsenal, and the dogfight to return to Europe’s top table. No one will find Kenny Dalglish bemoaning the task ahead, though. When he decided to return as manager, he did so to ensure Liverpool Football Club returned to their ethos of winning trophies. No one will find Suarez sulking, either; it’s the exact same reason why he wanted to play at Anfield. The club have faced the storm. It’s not quite the golden sky as heralded just yet, but they remain in two cup competitions and within touching distance of Champions League qualification. There are no longer any distractions; the page has been turned; the stanza has been finished. The Jabberwock will confuse no more. It’s just football from now on. It’s up to the entire football club – supporters included – to show that’s the case; it’s time to show the mental toughness required to restore Liverpool Football Club to what it should be. It would be crude to say it would be Anfield in Wonderland if they succeed, but it will be nice for the football to write the subsequent chapters this season, starting against Brighton at Anfield.   "Beware the Jabberwock, my son!The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Beware the Jubjub bird, and shunThe frumious Bandersnatch!" -       - Through The Looking Glass; Lewis Carroll (1871)  TO those who are not acquainted with Victorian nonsense poems, the words of Jabberwocky may baffle, bemuse and bewilder. To those who are familiar, the words bewilder, bemuse and baffle. The result is the same regardless. Not even the novel’s protagonist, Alice, can understand it. 'It seems very pretty,' she said when she had finished it, 'but it's rather hard to understand! […] Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas—only I don't exactly know what they are!’ From the moment Patrice Evra levelled accusations at Luis Suarez, the verbal jousting began between two sides with different shades of red on their armour. Claims were followed by counter-claims. Misinformation and misrepresentation appeared the primary goal of most supporters; most scored with aplomb. There has been a lot said about the entire situation, but very little sense. The collective scribes of The Anfield Wrap, as well as Manchester United writer Andy Mitten, are part of a small number who have approached the situation with integrity and balance; they’re part of a small number who have approached without hysteria and myopia. From most, the words were pretty and ideas saturated people’s heads - but no one really knew anything. Far too many chose to use the incident as a point-scoring exercise away from the football pitch. A shot aimed at rival supporters was far more important than a shot by Rooney or Suarez. The high horse had been mounted; its hooves trampled upon all common decency and dignity. Wider issues, ignored for far too long, remained ignored. But with the trio of apologies from Liverpool, the Jabberwock, Jubjub and Bandersnatch are no more. The translations and mitigations must cease; the nonsense must end. Much like how Alice woke from her dream about the Jabberwock, football – including Liverpool supporters - must rub its eyes and readjust its gaze to exactly that: football. Luis Suarez must remain focused, too. His consolation goal at Old Trafford was his first goal since a well-placed header against QPR on December 10, and his first completed 90 minutes since Boxing Day. The Uruguayan striker must now be looking forward to returning to what is most familiar – playing games, terrorising defences and scoring goals. The club have progressed well during his hiatus, reaching the Carling Cup final and FA Cup fifth round, as well as remaining just four points behind Champions League qualification. With one trip to Wembley secure and another firmly in their sights, the challenge now is to keep hopes of another glorious trip to the capital alive – by participating in the 2013 Champions League final. But first, Liverpool must get there - and they must do so while striving to win silverware for the first time since 2006. They must do so while striving to bring Kenny Dalglish his first trophy since returning as manager; his first as Liverpool manger since 1990. Kenny Dalglish, Luis Suarez and all associated with Liverpool Football Club will require a strong mentality between now and May to achieve everything they want. The quality of the squad cannot be questioned. The defence is the league’s strongest, while players such as Henderson and Carroll mature with every game. The experience Gerrard, Kuyt, Maxi and Bellamy possess will be as important as their creativity. Those four, more than most, will be essential between now and May; those four will be vital as the catalysts for a fresh, fervent Suarez. But when fighting on three fronts, it’s about more than ability. Fatigue sets in both mentally and physically. Each prong of the trident provides a different dilemma. This week, Dalglish will ensure his squad refuse to underestimate FA Cup opponents Brighton; next week, it’s guaranteeing the Carling Cup, and a smile as broad and beaming as Wembley’s colossal arch. After that, Arsenal, and the dogfight to return to Europe’s top table. No one will find Kenny Dalglish bemoaning the task ahead, though. When he decided to return as manager, he did so to ensure Liverpool Football Club returned to their ethos of winning trophies. No one will find Suarez sulking, either; it’s the exact same reason why he wanted to play at Anfield. The club have faced the storm. It’s not quite the golden sky as heralded just yet, but they remain in two cup competitions and within touching distance of Champions League qualification. There are no longer any distractions; the page has been turned; the stanza has been finished. The Jabberwock will confuse no more. It’s just football from now on. It’s up to the entire football club – supporters included – to show that’s the case; it’s time to show the mental toughness required to restore Liverpool Football Club to what it should be. It would be crude to say it would be Anfield in Wonderland if they succeed, but it will be nice for the football to write the subsequent chapters this season, starting against Brighton at Anfield.   Fri, 17 Feb 2012 03:09:39 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_LFC-and-the-Jabberwock/blog/5784283/173471.html KristianWalsh 2012-02-17T03:09:39Z The Kop "Beware the Jabberwock, my son!The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Beware the Jubjub bird, and shunThe frumious Bandersnatch!" -       - Through The Looking Glass; Lewis Carroll (1871)  TO those who are not acquainted with Victorian nonsense poems, the words of Jabberwocky may baffle, bemuse and bewilder. To those who are familiar, the words bewilder, bemuse and baffle. The result is the same regardless. Not even the novel’s protagonist, Alice, can understand it. 'It seems very pretty,' she said when she had finished it, 'but it's rather hard to understand! […] Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas—only I don't exactly know what they are!’ From the moment Patrice Evra levelled accusations at Luis Suarez, the verbal jousting began between two sides with different shades of red on their armour. Claims were followed by counter-claims. Misinformation and misrepresentation appeared the primary goal of most supporters; most scored with aplomb. There has been a lot said about the entire situation, but very little sense. The collective scribes of The Anfield Wrap, as well as Manchester United writer Andy Mitten, are part of a small number who have approached the situation with integrity and balance; they’re part of a small number who have approached without hysteria and myopia. From most, the words were pretty and ideas saturated people’s heads - but no one really knew anything. Far too many chose to use the incident as a point-scoring exercise away from the football pitch. A shot aimed at rival supporters was far more important than a shot by Rooney or Suarez. The high horse had been mounted; its hooves trampled upon all common decency and dignity. Wider issues, ignored for far too long, remained ignored. But with the trio of apologies from Liverpool, the Jabberwock, Jubjub and Bandersnatch are no more. The translations and mitigations must cease; the nonsense must end. Much like how Alice woke from her dream about the Jabberwock, football – including Liverpool supporters - must rub its eyes and readjust its gaze to exactly that: football. Luis Suarez must remain focused, too. His consolation goal at Old Trafford was his first goal since a well-placed header against QPR on December 10, and his first completed 90 minutes since Boxing Day. The Uruguayan striker must now be looking forward to returning to what is most familiar – playing games, terrorising defences and scoring goals. The club have progressed well during his hiatus, reaching the Carling Cup final and FA Cup fifth round, as well as remaining just four points behind Champions League qualification. With one trip to Wembley secure and another firmly in their sights, the challenge now is to keep hopes of another glorious trip to the capital alive – by participating in the 2013 Champions League final. But first, Liverpool must get there - and they must do so while striving to win silverware for the first time since 2006. They must do so while striving to bring Kenny Dalglish his first trophy since returning as manager; his first as Liverpool manger since 1990. Kenny Dalglish, Luis Suarez and all associated with Liverpool Football Club will require a strong mentality between now and May to achieve everything they want. The quality of the squad cannot be questioned. The defence is the league’s strongest, while players such as Henderson and Carroll mature with every game. The experience Gerrard, Kuyt, Maxi and Bellamy possess will be as important as their creativity. Those four, more than most, will be essential between now and May; those four will be vital as the catalysts for a fresh, fervent Suarez. But when fighting on three fronts, it’s about more than ability. Fatigue sets in both mentally and physically. Each prong of the trident provides a different dilemma. This week, Dalglish will ensure his squad refuse to underestimate FA Cup opponents Brighton; next week, it’s guaranteeing the Carling Cup, and a smile as broad and beaming as Wembley’s colossal arch. After that, Arsenal, and the dogfight to return to Europe’s top table. No one will find Kenny Dalglish bemoaning the task ahead, though. When he decided to return as manager, he did so to ensure Liverpool Football Club returned to their ethos of winning trophies. No one will find Suarez sulking, either; it’s the exact same reason why he wanted to play at Anfield. The club have faced the storm. It’s not quite the golden sky as heralded just yet, but they remain in two cup competitions and within touching distance of Champions League qualification. There are no longer any distractions; the page has been turned; the stanza has been finished. The Jabberwock will confuse no more. It’s just football from now on. It’s up to the entire football club – supporters included – to show that’s the case; it’s time to show the mental toughness required to restore Liverpool Football Club to what it should be. It would be crude to say it would be Anfield in Wonderland if they succeed, but it will be nice for the football to write the subsequent chapters this season, starting against Brighton at Anfield.   nonadult false LFC and the Jabberwock text blog 2721 10 5.0 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 11 0 5784283 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-LFC-are-going-back-to-what-they-know-best/blog/5722645/173471.html AS his name swirled around the city of Manchester, Steven Gerrard mopped the dew from his forehead, raised his tightly-clenched fists and saluted the ecstatic thousands in front of him. The Liverpool captain regained focus, looked at his teammates and fixed his armband as nonchalantly as he dispatched his penalty past Joe Hart just 30 seconds previous. It was business as usual for Gerrard; an important goal in an important tie. It finally felt like business as usual for Liverpool Football Club, too. The sight of Steven Gerrard’s stranglehold is one football has become accustomed to. He made people believe in Istanbul, defied belief 12 months later in Cardiff and produced the unbelievable on innumerable other occasions. Nearly six years after he burst West Ham’s bubble, he’s within touching distance of his first Wembley final and Liverpool’s first in 16 years. It’s been nearly five years since Liverpool’s last final appearance in any stadium; then, the club’s seven-year trophy surfeit reached its epode in Athens. It seems much longer. A lot has happened since 2007; a lot has happened since Liverpool’s last semi-final appearance in April 2010.  Most Liverpool supporters would be surprised to hear their 1-0 victory over Manchester City was their first semi-final in 20 months. It feels like 20 years. Someone claimed that time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life – but Liverpool’s existence over the past few years has been anything but ordinary. As Hicks and Gillett strengthened their torturous vice-like grip on the club, supporters were forced to moonlight as chartered accountants, finance experts and political activists, sending letters to people they didn’t know using terminology they couldn’t comprehend. The Kop, formerly a cauldron of noise, had now become a melting-pot of negativity with the added ingredients of lies, deceit and in-fighting. It no longer mattered who played left back or up front; it no longer mattered whether the road to Wembley hit that bump in the road once more. All that mattered was the survival of an institution over a century old. Football was never meant to be about that. Football was about experiencing things to be forever retold as anecdotes. Football was about Shankly, Paisley, Fagan, Houllier and Benitez; it was about Liddell, Hansen, Rush, Barnes and Kenny Dalglish. It was about Steven Gerrard’s header in Istanbul, his thunderbolt in Cardiff and the kaleidoscopic collage of memories he’s provided on Europe’s biggest stages. When Kenny Dalglish returned to the Anfield dugout last year, a cloud lifted over the club - but not until Gerrard’s penalty at the Etihad did it feel Liverpool returned to what it knows best. How apt Liverpool’s first sign of revival comes in the competition they’ve won a record seven times; how apt their 1-0 victory was thanks to a Steven Gerrard goal coupled with a gritty, courageous defensive display from every player. How apt, also, that the club’s first sight of Wembley in 16 years comes under a man who’s scored a European Cup-winning goal under its now-demolished Twin Towers; a man who has lifted countless trophies there as a player, as well as the FA Cup twice as manager. Dalglish, Gerrard and the entire squad will know the chance to play under Wembley’s giant arch is not guaranteed. With David Silva to return, a one-goal advantage is never a guarantee. But Liverpool are returning to what they know best, and few know how to make a first-leg advantage count better than Liverpool. After 20 months away, Liverpool’s supports can return to what they know best, too. Anfield becomes a special place at night. The buzz along Walton Breck Road carries the crowd like a conveyor belt towards the bright floodlights on the horizon. As bright as they are, the supporters shine even brighter, each one becoming a solitary brick to build a wall of noise. The stadium has seen some incredible moments. Each blade of grass has acted as host to moments still talked about, with each space on the Kop giving a different vantage point to them. Even in 2010, 20 long months ago, Atletico were met by a remarkable atmosphere. Unfortunately for Liverpool, they met their demise in the form of a striker from Uruguay. The Reds’ Uruguayan striker won’t be eligible to play against City, but the likes of Jordan Henderson, Charlie Adam, Andy Carroll, Jose Enrique and Stewart Downing will be. Steven Gerrard may be familiar with the Anfield semi-final atmosphere, but others won’t. It’s up to the supporters to acquaint them. This is an opportunity to make a mark on the Anfield turf. It takes just one blade of grass to host a moment never to be forgotten - a moment which sends Liverpool to their first Wembley final in 16 years. A pass from Jordan Henderson or a goal by Andy Carroll could form another anecdote to be retold for years; a cross from Stewart Downing or a Charlie Adam free-kick could add to the ever-expanding scrapbook of the mind. But most importantly, it will end Liverpool Football Club’s hiatus from football’s top table. The page will turn on the past 20 months; a new page, chapter, book will open, with Liverpool's new-look squad on the front cover. When Steven Gerrard gave Liverpool a goal advantage at City, it felt like Liverpool were back doing what they did best. When the first whistle sounds on Wednesday, it will feel Liverpool are back doing what they do best. But none of that will be confirmed until the final whistle sounds on Wednesday evening with Liverpool heading to Wembley. If Kenny Dalglish and Steven Gerrard do what they do best, then the past 20 months will finally feel like a blur as the club speeds towards London.   AS his name swirled around the city of Manchester, Steven Gerrard mopped the dew from his forehead, raised his tightly-clenched fists and saluted the ecstatic thousands in front of him. The Liverpool captain regained focus, looked at his teammates and fixed his armband as nonchalantly as he dispatched his penalty past Joe Hart just 30 seconds previous. It was business as usual for Gerrard; an important goal in an important tie. It finally felt like business as usual for Liverpool Football Club, too. The sight of Steven Gerrard’s stranglehold is one football has become accustomed to. He made people believe in Istanbul, defied belief 12 months later in Cardiff and produced the unbelievable on innumerable other occasions. Nearly six years after he burst West Ham’s bubble, he’s within touching distance of his first Wembley final and Liverpool’s first in 16 years. It’s been nearly five years since Liverpool’s last final appearance in any stadium; then, the club’s seven-year trophy surfeit reached its epode in Athens. It seems much longer. A lot has happened since 2007; a lot has happened since Liverpool’s last semi-final appearance in April 2010.  Most Liverpool supporters would be surprised to hear their 1-0 victory over Manchester City was their first semi-final in 20 months. It feels like 20 years. Someone claimed that time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life – but Liverpool’s existence over the past few years has been anything but ordinary. As Hicks and Gillett strengthened their torturous vice-like grip on the club, supporters were forced to moonlight as chartered accountants, finance experts and political activists, sending letters to people they didn’t know using terminology they couldn’t comprehend. The Kop, formerly a cauldron of noise, had now become a melting-pot of negativity with the added ingredients of lies, deceit and in-fighting. It no longer mattered who played left back or up front; it no longer mattered whether the road to Wembley hit that bump in the road once more. All that mattered was the survival of an institution over a century old. Football was never meant to be about that. Football was about experiencing things to be forever retold as anecdotes. Football was about Shankly, Paisley, Fagan, Houllier and Benitez; it was about Liddell, Hansen, Rush, Barnes and Kenny Dalglish. It was about Steven Gerrard’s header in Istanbul, his thunderbolt in Cardiff and the kaleidoscopic collage of memories he’s provided on Europe’s biggest stages. When Kenny Dalglish returned to the Anfield dugout last year, a cloud lifted over the club - but not until Gerrard’s penalty at the Etihad did it feel Liverpool returned to what it knows best. How apt Liverpool’s first sign of revival comes in the competition they’ve won a record seven times; how apt their 1-0 victory was thanks to a Steven Gerrard goal coupled with a gritty, courageous defensive display from every player. How apt, also, that the club’s first sight of Wembley in 16 years comes under a man who’s scored a European Cup-winning goal under its now-demolished Twin Towers; a man who has lifted countless trophies there as a player, as well as the FA Cup twice as manager. Dalglish, Gerrard and the entire squad will know the chance to play under Wembley’s giant arch is not guaranteed. With David Silva to return, a one-goal advantage is never a guarantee. But Liverpool are returning to what they know best, and few know how to make a first-leg advantage count better than Liverpool. After 20 months away, Liverpool’s supports can return to what they know best, too. Anfield becomes a special place at night. The buzz along Walton Breck Road carries the crowd like a conveyor belt towards the bright floodlights on the horizon. As bright as they are, the supporters shine even brighter, each one becoming a solitary brick to build a wall of noise. The stadium has seen some incredible moments. Each blade of grass has acted as host to moments still talked about, with each space on the Kop giving a different vantage point to them. Even in 2010, 20 long months ago, Atletico were met by a remarkable atmosphere. Unfortunately for Liverpool, they met their demise in the form of a striker from Uruguay. The Reds’ Uruguayan striker won’t be eligible to play against City, but the likes of Jordan Henderson, Charlie Adam, Andy Carroll, Jose Enrique and Stewart Downing will be. Steven Gerrard may be familiar with the Anfield semi-final atmosphere, but others won’t. It’s up to the supporters to acquaint them. This is an opportunity to make a mark on the Anfield turf. It takes just one blade of grass to host a moment never to be forgotten - a moment which sends Liverpool to their first Wembley final in 16 years. A pass from Jordan Henderson or a goal by Andy Carroll could form another anecdote to be retold for years; a cross from Stewart Downing or a Charlie Adam free-kick could add to the ever-expanding scrapbook of the mind. But most importantly, it will end Liverpool Football Club’s hiatus from football’s top table. The page will turn on the past 20 months; a new page, chapter, book will open, with Liverpool's new-look squad on the front cover. When Steven Gerrard gave Liverpool a goal advantage at City, it felt like Liverpool were back doing what they did best. When the first whistle sounds on Wednesday, it will feel Liverpool are back doing what they do best. But none of that will be confirmed until the final whistle sounds on Wednesday evening with Liverpool heading to Wembley. If Kenny Dalglish and Steven Gerrard do what they do best, then the past 20 months will finally feel like a blur as the club speeds towards London.   Sat, 21 Jan 2012 02:11:55 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-LFC-are-going-back-to-what-they-know-best/blog/5722645/173471.html KristianWalsh 2012-01-21T02:11:55Z The Kop AS his name swirled around the city of Manchester, Steven Gerrard mopped the dew from his forehead, raised his tightly-clenched fists and saluted the ecstatic thousands in front of him. The Liverpool captain regained focus, looked at his teammates and fixed his armband as nonchalantly as he dispatched his penalty past Joe Hart just 30 seconds previous. It was business as usual for Gerrard; an important goal in an important tie. It finally felt like business as usual for Liverpool Football Club, too. The sight of Steven Gerrard’s stranglehold is one football has become accustomed to. He made people believe in Istanbul, defied belief 12 months later in Cardiff and produced the unbelievable on innumerable other occasions. Nearly six years after he burst West Ham’s bubble, he’s within touching distance of his first Wembley final and Liverpool’s first in 16 years. It’s been nearly five years since Liverpool’s last final appearance in any stadium; then, the club’s seven-year trophy surfeit reached its epode in Athens. It seems much longer. A lot has happened since 2007; a lot has happened since Liverpool’s last semi-final appearance in April 2010.  Most Liverpool supporters would be surprised to hear their 1-0 victory over Manchester City was their first semi-final in 20 months. It feels like 20 years. Someone claimed that time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life – but Liverpool’s existence over the past few years has been anything but ordinary. As Hicks and Gillett strengthened their torturous vice-like grip on the club, supporters were forced to moonlight as chartered accountants, finance experts and political activists, sending letters to people they didn’t know using terminology they couldn’t comprehend. The Kop, formerly a cauldron of noise, had now become a melting-pot of negativity with the added ingredients of lies, deceit and in-fighting. It no longer mattered who played left back or up front; it no longer mattered whether the road to Wembley hit that bump in the road once more. All that mattered was the survival of an institution over a century old. Football was never meant to be about that. Football was about experiencing things to be forever retold as anecdotes. Football was about Shankly, Paisley, Fagan, Houllier and Benitez; it was about Liddell, Hansen, Rush, Barnes and Kenny Dalglish. It was about Steven Gerrard’s header in Istanbul, his thunderbolt in Cardiff and the kaleidoscopic collage of memories he’s provided on Europe’s biggest stages. When Kenny Dalglish returned to the Anfield dugout last year, a cloud lifted over the club - but not until Gerrard’s penalty at the Etihad did it feel Liverpool returned to what it knows best. How apt Liverpool’s first sign of revival comes in the competition they’ve won a record seven times; how apt their 1-0 victory was thanks to a Steven Gerrard goal coupled with a gritty, courageous defensive display from every player. How apt, also, that the club’s first sight of Wembley in 16 years comes under a man who’s scored a European Cup-winning goal under its now-demolished Twin Towers; a man who has lifted countless trophies there as a player, as well as the FA Cup twice as manager. Dalglish, Gerrard and the entire squad will know the chance to play under Wembley’s giant arch is not guaranteed. With David Silva to return, a one-goal advantage is never a guarantee. But Liverpool are returning to what they know best, and few know how to make a first-leg advantage count better than Liverpool. After 20 months away, Liverpool’s supports can return to what they know best, too. Anfield becomes a special place at night. The buzz along Walton Breck Road carries the crowd like a conveyor belt towards the bright floodlights on the horizon. As bright as they are, the supporters shine even brighter, each one becoming a solitary brick to build a wall of noise. The stadium has seen some incredible moments. Each blade of grass has acted as host to moments still talked about, with each space on the Kop giving a different vantage point to them. Even in 2010, 20 long months ago, Atletico were met by a remarkable atmosphere. Unfortunately for Liverpool, they met their demise in the form of a striker from Uruguay. The Reds’ Uruguayan striker won’t be eligible to play against City, but the likes of Jordan Henderson, Charlie Adam, Andy Carroll, Jose Enrique and Stewart Downing will be. Steven Gerrard may be familiar with the Anfield semi-final atmosphere, but others won’t. It’s up to the supporters to acquaint them. This is an opportunity to make a mark on the Anfield turf. It takes just one blade of grass to host a moment never to be forgotten - a moment which sends Liverpool to their first Wembley final in 16 years. A pass from Jordan Henderson or a goal by Andy Carroll could form another anecdote to be retold for years; a cross from Stewart Downing or a Charlie Adam free-kick could add to the ever-expanding scrapbook of the mind. But most importantly, it will end Liverpool Football Club’s hiatus from football’s top table. The page will turn on the past 20 months; a new page, chapter, book will open, with Liverpool's new-look squad on the front cover. When Steven Gerrard gave Liverpool a goal advantage at City, it felt like Liverpool were back doing what they did best. When the first whistle sounds on Wednesday, it will feel Liverpool are back doing what they do best. But none of that will be confirmed until the final whistle sounds on Wednesday evening with Liverpool heading to Wembley. If Kenny Dalglish and Steven Gerrard do what they do best, then the past 20 months will finally feel like a blur as the club speeds towards London.   nonadult false Why LFC are going back to what they know best text blog 13953 36 4.94444 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 37 1 5722645 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-the-fans-aren39t-to-blame/blog/5696026/173471.html “THE socialism I believe in is not really politics. It is a way of living. It is humanity. I believe the only way to live and to be truly successful is by collective effort, with everyone working for each other, everyone helping each other, and everyone having a share of the rewards at the end of the day. That might be asking a lot, but it's the way I see football and the way I see life.” It’s almost cliché to quote Bill Shankly to Liverpool supporters during times of turbulence. His wise words are parcelled into digestible nuggets and consumed as a passionate call to arms or a comforting safety net. Such is the breadth of his wisdom, his words are sometimes misquoted or misunderstood -  but the one above has found a permanent residence in my memory. It is the best view on socialism I’ve ever read. It’s perfect. I don’t claim to be a political expert, but it is a view I subscribe to. It is people helping other people with collective effort – a mantra that should be applied in both football and life. It isn’t football this relates to, though. Sitting sixth in the league and just three points off a Champions League place, there’s little need for a rallying cry or erudite arm around the shoulder. This brief exploration into the hefty concept of socialism isn’t about the teamwork of Henderson and Carroll, nor the relationship between Skrtel and Agger in defence. It’s about the Liverpool fans; it’s about life. The socialism Bill Shankly believed in was not just limited to on the pitch - he recognised that vital link between the players and the fans, between city and football club. They have worked with each other. They have helped each other. The football club would not have 18 league titles or five European Cups if it wasn’t for the city and supporters; the city would not be the thriving source of pride it is now if it wasn’t for the football club. That’s unity, that’s collective effort. That’s Shankly’s socialism. An attack on the football club is an attack on the city and its supporters. Over the festive period, several supporters of other clubs urged the omniscient football deity to feed the Scousers and to let them know it’s Christmas time. That extends further than football foolhardiness – that’s the people of one city mocking the people of Liverpool. Years of stereotypes regurgitated through the medium of football. But Liverpool’s away end, no matter what they receive, shrugs it off because they are Liverpool. They represent their football club and their city with the utmost decorum. They have done for decades. The people of Liverpool and the support of Liverpool Football Club have never allowed them to hit the target. They’ve united and stood up; they’ve fought, clawed, battled and risen against those who tried to harm. Liverpool supporters are in the midst of another barrage from those who believe every word in the printed media. They have been called blinkered and accused of tribalism; their views disregarded as uneducated and unqualified. Their own personal opinions - regardless of which side it falls on - have been backhanded callousy; it's agenda, and not aptitude, that dictates their view.  Some are trying to humiliate the football club and humiliate the city. They are trying to humiliate Kenny Dalglish, the man who understands the link between club and city more than anyone else; an ambassador of the city. They are trying to humiliate the supporters, too. This is not an Orwellian society. Liverpool supporters have been divided throughout the past decade; Liverpool supports are divided now. Shankly’s words have been shouted from both sides, louder and louder until the words lose clarity and meaning. But no one should tell individuals how to feel; no one should tell the collective what to think. Regardless of individual viewpoint, the supporters and city do not deserve to be belittled and tarnished – especially by those with no real reason to comment. Liverpool supporters have been perpetually told what to do with regards their football club and their city. They were told Hicks and Gillett should be allowed to run through the halls of Anfield untroubled; they were told appointing Kenny Dalglish was a mere nod to nostalgia and no improvement would follow. Worst of all, the city should just, you know, move on. This is about more than football, this is about life. The removal of Hicks and Gillett alone shows unity still resides in Liverpool. The supporters and the city are not to blame for the current wave of negativity, yet they stand at the precipice bearing its angriest brunt. No matter of personal belief, Liverpool have won battles with unity before. It’s time to support the fans, the city and those who have its best interests at heart. “THE socialism I believe in is not really politics. It is a way of living. It is humanity. I believe the only way to live and to be truly successful is by collective effort, with everyone working for each other, everyone helping each other, and everyone having a share of the rewards at the end of the day. That might be asking a lot, but it's the way I see football and the way I see life.” It’s almost cliché to quote Bill Shankly to Liverpool supporters during times of turbulence. His wise words are parcelled into digestible nuggets and consumed as a passionate call to arms or a comforting safety net. Such is the breadth of his wisdom, his words are sometimes misquoted or misunderstood -  but the one above has found a permanent residence in my memory. It is the best view on socialism I’ve ever read. It’s perfect. I don’t claim to be a political expert, but it is a view I subscribe to. It is people helping other people with collective effort – a mantra that should be applied in both football and life. It isn’t football this relates to, though. Sitting sixth in the league and just three points off a Champions League place, there’s little need for a rallying cry or erudite arm around the shoulder. This brief exploration into the hefty concept of socialism isn’t about the teamwork of Henderson and Carroll, nor the relationship between Skrtel and Agger in defence. It’s about the Liverpool fans; it’s about life. The socialism Bill Shankly believed in was not just limited to on the pitch - he recognised that vital link between the players and the fans, between city and football club. They have worked with each other. They have helped each other. The football club would not have 18 league titles or five European Cups if it wasn’t for the city and supporters; the city would not be the thriving source of pride it is now if it wasn’t for the football club. That’s unity, that’s collective effort. That’s Shankly’s socialism. An attack on the football club is an attack on the city and its supporters. Over the festive period, several supporters of other clubs urged the omniscient football deity to feed the Scousers and to let them know it’s Christmas time. That extends further than football foolhardiness – that’s the people of one city mocking the people of Liverpool. Years of stereotypes regurgitated through the medium of football. But Liverpool’s away end, no matter what they receive, shrugs it off because they are Liverpool. They represent their football club and their city with the utmost decorum. They have done for decades. The people of Liverpool and the support of Liverpool Football Club have never allowed them to hit the target. They’ve united and stood up; they’ve fought, clawed, battled and risen against those who tried to harm. Liverpool supporters are in the midst of another barrage from those who believe every word in the printed media. They have been called blinkered and accused of tribalism; their views disregarded as uneducated and unqualified. Their own personal opinions - regardless of which side it falls on - have been backhanded callousy; it's agenda, and not aptitude, that dictates their view.  Some are trying to humiliate the football club and humiliate the city. They are trying to humiliate Kenny Dalglish, the man who understands the link between club and city more than anyone else; an ambassador of the city. They are trying to humiliate the supporters, too. This is not an Orwellian society. Liverpool supporters have been divided throughout the past decade; Liverpool supports are divided now. Shankly’s words have been shouted from both sides, louder and louder until the words lose clarity and meaning. But no one should tell individuals how to feel; no one should tell the collective what to think. Regardless of individual viewpoint, the supporters and city do not deserve to be belittled and tarnished – especially by those with no real reason to comment. Liverpool supporters have been perpetually told what to do with regards their football club and their city. They were told Hicks and Gillett should be allowed to run through the halls of Anfield untroubled; they were told appointing Kenny Dalglish was a mere nod to nostalgia and no improvement would follow. Worst of all, the city should just, you know, move on. This is about more than football, this is about life. The removal of Hicks and Gillett alone shows unity still resides in Liverpool. The supporters and the city are not to blame for the current wave of negativity, yet they stand at the precipice bearing its angriest brunt. No matter of personal belief, Liverpool have won battles with unity before. It’s time to support the fans, the city and those who have its best interests at heart. Fri, 06 Jan 2012 20:20:15 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-the-fans-aren39t-to-blame/blog/5696026/173471.html KristianWalsh 2012-01-06T20:20:15Z The Kop “THE socialism I believe in is not really politics. It is a way of living. It is humanity. I believe the only way to live and to be truly successful is by collective effort, with everyone working for each other, everyone helping each other, and everyone having a share of the rewards at the end of the day. That might be asking a lot, but it's the way I see football and the way I see life.” It’s almost cliché to quote Bill Shankly to Liverpool supporters during times of turbulence. His wise words are parcelled into digestible nuggets and consumed as a passionate call to arms or a comforting safety net. Such is the breadth of his wisdom, his words are sometimes misquoted or misunderstood -  but the one above has found a permanent residence in my memory. It is the best view on socialism I’ve ever read. It’s perfect. I don’t claim to be a political expert, but it is a view I subscribe to. It is people helping other people with collective effort – a mantra that should be applied in both football and life. It isn’t football this relates to, though. Sitting sixth in the league and just three points off a Champions League place, there’s little need for a rallying cry or erudite arm around the shoulder. This brief exploration into the hefty concept of socialism isn’t about the teamwork of Henderson and Carroll, nor the relationship between Skrtel and Agger in defence. It’s about the Liverpool fans; it’s about life. The socialism Bill Shankly believed in was not just limited to on the pitch - he recognised that vital link between the players and the fans, between city and football club. They have worked with each other. They have helped each other. The football club would not have 18 league titles or five European Cups if it wasn’t for the city and supporters; the city would not be the thriving source of pride it is now if it wasn’t for the football club. That’s unity, that’s collective effort. That’s Shankly’s socialism. An attack on the football club is an attack on the city and its supporters. Over the festive period, several supporters of other clubs urged the omniscient football deity to feed the Scousers and to let them know it’s Christmas time. That extends further than football foolhardiness – that’s the people of one city mocking the people of Liverpool. Years of stereotypes regurgitated through the medium of football. But Liverpool’s away end, no matter what they receive, shrugs it off because they are Liverpool. They represent their football club and their city with the utmost decorum. They have done for decades. The people of Liverpool and the support of Liverpool Football Club have never allowed them to hit the target. They’ve united and stood up; they’ve fought, clawed, battled and risen against those who tried to harm. Liverpool supporters are in the midst of another barrage from those who believe every word in the printed media. They have been called blinkered and accused of tribalism; their views disregarded as uneducated and unqualified. Their own personal opinions - regardless of which side it falls on - have been backhanded callousy; it's agenda, and not aptitude, that dictates their view.  Some are trying to humiliate the football club and humiliate the city. They are trying to humiliate Kenny Dalglish, the man who understands the link between club and city more than anyone else; an ambassador of the city. They are trying to humiliate the supporters, too. This is not an Orwellian society. Liverpool supporters have been divided throughout the past decade; Liverpool supports are divided now. Shankly’s words have been shouted from both sides, louder and louder until the words lose clarity and meaning. But no one should tell individuals how to feel; no one should tell the collective what to think. Regardless of individual viewpoint, the supporters and city do not deserve to be belittled and tarnished – especially by those with no real reason to comment. Liverpool supporters have been perpetually told what to do with regards their football club and their city. They were told Hicks and Gillett should be allowed to run through the halls of Anfield untroubled; they were told appointing Kenny Dalglish was a mere nod to nostalgia and no improvement would follow. Worst of all, the city should just, you know, move on. This is about more than football, this is about life. The removal of Hicks and Gillett alone shows unity still resides in Liverpool. The supporters and the city are not to blame for the current wave of negativity, yet they stand at the precipice bearing its angriest brunt. No matter of personal belief, Liverpool have won battles with unity before. It’s time to support the fans, the city and those who have its best interests at heart. nonadult false Why the fans aren't to blame text blog 5244 17 4.76471 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 11 0 5696026 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-LFC-are-on-the-right-track/blog/5614722/173471.html SOMETIMES, a game of football can leave you speechless; its events are inexplicable, its conclusion incomprehensible.For the second time in seven months, Liverpool supporters felt that at Craven Cottage. In May, Kenny Dalglish’s Liverpool raced into a three goal lead after 16 minutes. Maxi scored his second hat-trick in three games, Lucas patrolled the midfield alone and Luis Suarez became puppeteer, pulling strings, pushing those around him and pulling Fulham apart.Seven months on, the woodwork was struck twice; it was twice more than the Fulham net bulged, twice more what Henderson and Downing deserved for superb strikes. Maxi remained on the bench, the infallible Lucas remained on crutches and puppet master Suarez had his hands scythed off by an overzealous whistle and liberal offside flag.The performance against Fulham this season was not to the supreme standard of last season, but Liverpool could have – and should have – taken more from the game. Most supporters left frustrated and bewildered.It’s a feeling they’ve become accustomed to this season. Fantastic wins at the Emirates, Goodison and Stamford Bridge, combined with the fantastic pass-and-move Dalglish has reinstalled into the squad, should see Liverpool alongside Manchester City at the top of the table. Instead, a battle for third place and Champions League football appears the more realistic target. It was the target all along.In spite of that, some have engaged in hysteria following the three defeats.Jon Walters’ penalty at the Britannia heralded the end of Dalglish’s honeymoon, while Tottenham’s 4-0 win prompted the divorce papers. Fulham, quite simply, signalled the end of the world.It matters not the fortuitous nature of Stoke’s penalty and subsequent victory; it matters not Spurs were up against nine men. It doesn’t even matter Liverpool were in control at Craven Cottage until Kevin Friend’s decision to send off Jay Spearing – a decision, and tackle, which could have been redundant had Luis Suarez’s legitimate goal stood.After three defeats in 18 games, Liverpool rest five points from fourth place having faced the presupposed top four, Spurs and Everton. If the league was scored as boxing is, Dalglish’s men would be top.But it’s not scored like that; points are not awarded to compensate poor refereeing decisions or striking the woodwork. Football doesn’t work like that. Sometimes, results are inexplicable; its conclusion incomprehensible. Kenny Dalglish knows this; he knows his team must start converting chances more often and make dominance count.Speaking after the Fulham game, he said: “Luis scored a goal which didn’t count that could have gone either way and Charlie Adam could have got a penalty when he got pulled down.“We have done well and, given a bit of luck tonight, we could have had three points. We will just continue working hard and see where it takes us.”Dalglish knows a lot of things – more than some give him credit for. Behind the gleaming smile, twinkling eye and oversized jacket rests knowledge and experience accumulated over 25 years - 25 years which has brought four league titles and two FA Cups.He knows how to change things. He knows things will change. He knows much doesn’t need to change.Such is the club’s familiarity with Kenny, some forget he’s been in charge less than a year and in permanent charge for a mere six months. The club’s identity, both on and off the pitch, was distorted by the previous regime; it no longer felt like Liverpool Football Club, it no longer represented the values of those who follow them.The actions of Hicks and Gillett had a damaging effect on the entire club; Dalglish is still just emerging from the wreckage. He’s the only one who could.Things have already changed off the field. The Kop is united. The club, so emasculated in recent years, now stands firm against those who attempt to damage their own. Dalglish’s recent defence of Suarez is far removed from last year, when accusations of Fernando Torres’ diving went unchallenged. On the pitch, Liverpool have regain a swagger lost over the past few years; they’re into the Carling Cup semi finals with minimum fuss and  have troubled every team they’ve faced. Agger and Skrtel look to be forming a fantastic partnership, while players such as Bellamy, Maxi, Henderson, Adam and Suarez have thrived under Dalglish’s guidance.After such a drastic transformation in less than 12 months, it’s no surprise some supporters expect progress to continue so steeply. But it won’t. Although both Gerard Houllier and Rafa Benitez brought success to the club in the infancy of their reigns, their insignia and style was not evident for years. Istanbul and Cardiff will always live in supporters’ memories, but Rafa will recall his clinical pressing machine of 2009 with greatest fondness.Within two periods of transfer activity, Kenny has installed a squad in his mould. They can pass, move, press and carve teams open. All that’s lacking is the cutting edge in front of goal to accompany that virility; all that’s lacking is a little bit of luck. Kenny knows both will come in time – and so should the supporters. He’s restored pride in the Liverbird upon the shirt and made the club a force once more in every aspect; there’s nothing stopping him getting everything else right, too.Sometimes, a game of football can leave you speechless; its events are inexplicable, its conclusion incomprehensible.But over the course of a managerial reign, you normally get what you deserve – and Kenny Dalglish deserves the best. He demands the best, too; and that alone is enough to know Liverpool are back on track. The goals will simply follow; so too, in time, everything Liverpool supporters have dreamed of since he left the club 20 years ago SOMETIMES, a game of football can leave you speechless; its events are inexplicable, its conclusion incomprehensible.For the second time in seven months, Liverpool supporters felt that at Craven Cottage. In May, Kenny Dalglish’s Liverpool raced into a three goal lead after 16 minutes. Maxi scored his second hat-trick in three games, Lucas patrolled the midfield alone and Luis Suarez became puppeteer, pulling strings, pushing those around him and pulling Fulham apart.Seven months on, the woodwork was struck twice; it was twice more than the Fulham net bulged, twice more what Henderson and Downing deserved for superb strikes. Maxi remained on the bench, the infallible Lucas remained on crutches and puppet master Suarez had his hands scythed off by an overzealous whistle and liberal offside flag.The performance against Fulham this season was not to the supreme standard of last season, but Liverpool could have – and should have – taken more from the game. Most supporters left frustrated and bewildered.It’s a feeling they’ve become accustomed to this season. Fantastic wins at the Emirates, Goodison and Stamford Bridge, combined with the fantastic pass-and-move Dalglish has reinstalled into the squad, should see Liverpool alongside Manchester City at the top of the table. Instead, a battle for third place and Champions League football appears the more realistic target. It was the target all along.In spite of that, some have engaged in hysteria following the three defeats.Jon Walters’ penalty at the Britannia heralded the end of Dalglish’s honeymoon, while Tottenham’s 4-0 win prompted the divorce papers. Fulham, quite simply, signalled the end of the world.It matters not the fortuitous nature of Stoke’s penalty and subsequent victory; it matters not Spurs were up against nine men. It doesn’t even matter Liverpool were in control at Craven Cottage until Kevin Friend’s decision to send off Jay Spearing – a decision, and tackle, which could have been redundant had Luis Suarez’s legitimate goal stood.After three defeats in 18 games, Liverpool rest five points from fourth place having faced the presupposed top four, Spurs and Everton. If the league was scored as boxing is, Dalglish’s men would be top.But it’s not scored like that; points are not awarded to compensate poor refereeing decisions or striking the woodwork. Football doesn’t work like that. Sometimes, results are inexplicable; its conclusion incomprehensible. Kenny Dalglish knows this; he knows his team must start converting chances more often and make dominance count.Speaking after the Fulham game, he said: “Luis scored a goal which didn’t count that could have gone either way and Charlie Adam could have got a penalty when he got pulled down.“We have done well and, given a bit of luck tonight, we could have had three points. We will just continue working hard and see where it takes us.”Dalglish knows a lot of things – more than some give him credit for. Behind the gleaming smile, twinkling eye and oversized jacket rests knowledge and experience accumulated over 25 years - 25 years which has brought four league titles and two FA Cups.He knows how to change things. He knows things will change. He knows much doesn’t need to change.Such is the club’s familiarity with Kenny, some forget he’s been in charge less than a year and in permanent charge for a mere six months. The club’s identity, both on and off the pitch, was distorted by the previous regime; it no longer felt like Liverpool Football Club, it no longer represented the values of those who follow them.The actions of Hicks and Gillett had a damaging effect on the entire club; Dalglish is still just emerging from the wreckage. He’s the only one who could.Things have already changed off the field. The Kop is united. The club, so emasculated in recent years, now stands firm against those who attempt to damage their own. Dalglish’s recent defence of Suarez is far removed from last year, when accusations of Fernando Torres’ diving went unchallenged. On the pitch, Liverpool have regain a swagger lost over the past few years; they’re into the Carling Cup semi finals with minimum fuss and  have troubled every team they’ve faced. Agger and Skrtel look to be forming a fantastic partnership, while players such as Bellamy, Maxi, Henderson, Adam and Suarez have thrived under Dalglish’s guidance.After such a drastic transformation in less than 12 months, it’s no surprise some supporters expect progress to continue so steeply. But it won’t. Although both Gerard Houllier and Rafa Benitez brought success to the club in the infancy of their reigns, their insignia and style was not evident for years. Istanbul and Cardiff will always live in supporters’ memories, but Rafa will recall his clinical pressing machine of 2009 with greatest fondness.Within two periods of transfer activity, Kenny has installed a squad in his mould. They can pass, move, press and carve teams open. All that’s lacking is the cutting edge in front of goal to accompany that virility; all that’s lacking is a little bit of luck. Kenny knows both will come in time – and so should the supporters. He’s restored pride in the Liverbird upon the shirt and made the club a force once more in every aspect; there’s nothing stopping him getting everything else right, too.Sometimes, a game of football can leave you speechless; its events are inexplicable, its conclusion incomprehensible.But over the course of a managerial reign, you normally get what you deserve – and Kenny Dalglish deserves the best. He demands the best, too; and that alone is enough to know Liverpool are back on track. The goals will simply follow; so too, in time, everything Liverpool supporters have dreamed of since he left the club 20 years ago Fri, 09 Dec 2011 00:54:37 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-LFC-are-on-the-right-track/blog/5614722/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-12-09T00:54:37Z The Kop SOMETIMES, a game of football can leave you speechless; its events are inexplicable, its conclusion incomprehensible.For the second time in seven months, Liverpool supporters felt that at Craven Cottage. In May, Kenny Dalglish’s Liverpool raced into a three goal lead after 16 minutes. Maxi scored his second hat-trick in three games, Lucas patrolled the midfield alone and Luis Suarez became puppeteer, pulling strings, pushing those around him and pulling Fulham apart.Seven months on, the woodwork was struck twice; it was twice more than the Fulham net bulged, twice more what Henderson and Downing deserved for superb strikes. Maxi remained on the bench, the infallible Lucas remained on crutches and puppet master Suarez had his hands scythed off by an overzealous whistle and liberal offside flag.The performance against Fulham this season was not to the supreme standard of last season, but Liverpool could have – and should have – taken more from the game. Most supporters left frustrated and bewildered.It’s a feeling they’ve become accustomed to this season. Fantastic wins at the Emirates, Goodison and Stamford Bridge, combined with the fantastic pass-and-move Dalglish has reinstalled into the squad, should see Liverpool alongside Manchester City at the top of the table. Instead, a battle for third place and Champions League football appears the more realistic target. It was the target all along.In spite of that, some have engaged in hysteria following the three defeats.Jon Walters’ penalty at the Britannia heralded the end of Dalglish’s honeymoon, while Tottenham’s 4-0 win prompted the divorce papers. Fulham, quite simply, signalled the end of the world.It matters not the fortuitous nature of Stoke’s penalty and subsequent victory; it matters not Spurs were up against nine men. It doesn’t even matter Liverpool were in control at Craven Cottage until Kevin Friend’s decision to send off Jay Spearing – a decision, and tackle, which could have been redundant had Luis Suarez’s legitimate goal stood.After three defeats in 18 games, Liverpool rest five points from fourth place having faced the presupposed top four, Spurs and Everton. If the league was scored as boxing is, Dalglish’s men would be top.But it’s not scored like that; points are not awarded to compensate poor refereeing decisions or striking the woodwork. Football doesn’t work like that. Sometimes, results are inexplicable; its conclusion incomprehensible. Kenny Dalglish knows this; he knows his team must start converting chances more often and make dominance count.Speaking after the Fulham game, he said: “Luis scored a goal which didn’t count that could have gone either way and Charlie Adam could have got a penalty when he got pulled down.“We have done well and, given a bit of luck tonight, we could have had three points. We will just continue working hard and see where it takes us.”Dalglish knows a lot of things – more than some give him credit for. Behind the gleaming smile, twinkling eye and oversized jacket rests knowledge and experience accumulated over 25 years - 25 years which has brought four league titles and two FA Cups.He knows how to change things. He knows things will change. He knows much doesn’t need to change.Such is the club’s familiarity with Kenny, some forget he’s been in charge less than a year and in permanent charge for a mere six months. The club’s identity, both on and off the pitch, was distorted by the previous regime; it no longer felt like Liverpool Football Club, it no longer represented the values of those who follow them.The actions of Hicks and Gillett had a damaging effect on the entire club; Dalglish is still just emerging from the wreckage. He’s the only one who could.Things have already changed off the field. The Kop is united. The club, so emasculated in recent years, now stands firm against those who attempt to damage their own. Dalglish’s recent defence of Suarez is far removed from last year, when accusations of Fernando Torres’ diving went unchallenged. On the pitch, Liverpool have regain a swagger lost over the past few years; they’re into the Carling Cup semi finals with minimum fuss and  have troubled every team they’ve faced. Agger and Skrtel look to be forming a fantastic partnership, while players such as Bellamy, Maxi, Henderson, Adam and Suarez have thrived under Dalglish’s guidance.After such a drastic transformation in less than 12 months, it’s no surprise some supporters expect progress to continue so steeply. But it won’t. Although both Gerard Houllier and Rafa Benitez brought success to the club in the infancy of their reigns, their insignia and style was not evident for years. Istanbul and Cardiff will always live in supporters’ memories, but Rafa will recall his clinical pressing machine of 2009 with greatest fondness.Within two periods of transfer activity, Kenny has installed a squad in his mould. They can pass, move, press and carve teams open. All that’s lacking is the cutting edge in front of goal to accompany that virility; all that’s lacking is a little bit of luck. Kenny knows both will come in time – and so should the supporters. He’s restored pride in the Liverbird upon the shirt and made the club a force once more in every aspect; there’s nothing stopping him getting everything else right, too.Sometimes, a game of football can leave you speechless; its events are inexplicable, its conclusion incomprehensible.But over the course of a managerial reign, you normally get what you deserve – and Kenny Dalglish deserves the best. He demands the best, too; and that alone is enough to know Liverpool are back on track. The goals will simply follow; so too, in time, everything Liverpool supporters have dreamed of since he left the club 20 years ago nonadult false Why LFC are on the right track text blog 21116 49 4.61225 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 57 1 5614722 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-the-Football-League-shouldn39t-compromise-Kenny/blog/5488909/173471.html “ALL change, please”, and with those weary words from the conductor comes the hustle and the bustle beneath the world.And with the bustle and hustle comes the inquisitive glances at the giant, multi-coloured web on the wall; the impromptu formation of a human barricade in the middle of rush hour; scorn from commuting Londoners as the eternal question of how many Scousers it takes to operate an automated ticket machine is answered through gritted teeth. Liverpool Lime Street to London Euston. For some who travel that route, those six words needle at them. London Euston. London. The Tube, the prices, John Terry. If the banners and songs don’t demonstrate their disdain for those things, the conversations on the train will.But those conversations - so voluble and repetitive rattling past Stafford, Rugby and Milton Keynes - cease as the train approaches London itself. Behind the desolate, graffiti’d walls to nowhere appears an arch, high above the chimneys of the terraced houses clustered together so tightly. The train stops inside, looks up and nods towards the window. Wembley. As the arch disappears, so does the silence. Normality is restored.For some Liverpool fans, the furore over Wembley is incomprehensible. It’s just an eyesore with an arch, some say; there’s no atmosphere and no words to describe those who regularly attend. Worst of all, it’s in London.  But it’s Wembley. It’s a stadium which lingers in the subconscious of every football supporter across the country. From Bedlington Terriers to Blackburn Rovers, the chance to watch your team in an FA Vase Trophy final, League Cup final or FA Cup final is one of the most enticing.The club supporters’ thoughts will remain there long after the spotlight’s glare on the national team fades; long after the final replay of Lampard’s goal. Those thoughts remain there because of glories past; they remain there because of glories ahead.It matters not Wembley lacks atmosphere, looks soulless or is situated in London - Wembley, in its old incarnation, represents so much of Liverpool’s history. As the Twin Towers dismantled over a decade ago, so too were some of the club’s most famous days.The head of St. John, the voice of Bruce Forsyth and the delicate touch of Kenny Dalglish; four consecutive League Cups, two wins over Everton and a delightful McManaman double -  they are just some of the moments which gave Wembley the same allure as Stadio Olimpico, Parc des Princes and the Ataturk. It’s unimaginable that Liverpool are yet to forge history in the new Wembley. It’s unimaginable the Football League are compromising their opportunity to do so by making the club play twice in three days.But that’s the Football League - no thought to the supporters who must attend two games in three days, no thought to the welfare of the modern footballer. Lucas Leiva and Luis Suarez, so important to Liverpool’s progress throughout the Carling Cup, have already played a combined 44 times since the Copa America started in July. The Football League - along with other organisational bodies in this country - cares little for context, however; they care little about what actions are right. They merely act to placate those in power.Liverpool face two games in three games; even more crucially to how the season is shaped, they face three games in 10 games – Manchester City at Anfield sandwiched between two trips to Stamford Bridge. Kenny Dalglish has to make some crucial decisions; some crucial, unwelcome, unfair decisions.The mantra repeated by many supporters pre-season was of a top four finish. It makes sense to, financially and spiritually.It allows an opportunity to be reacquainted with the club’s greatest nights; a chance to watch Kenny Dalglish lead his Liverpool side out at some of Europe’s grandest stages; a moment for 'Zadok the Priest' to infiltrate the Anfield air once more.It’s a no-brainer until the graffiti-strewn wall en route to Euston emerges from the subconscious; until the arch slowly comes into the mind’s view. Liverpool at Wembley again. Kenny Dalglish leading Liverpool out at Wembley again. The ultimate chance to end a trophyless five years under a new symbol of success with the travelling Kop’s chorus of Dalglish in the background.That’s not to say Liverpool aren’t capable of both this season; that’s not to say Liverpool aren’t capable of three wins in 10 days against two quality sides. The squad has been assembled with a long season in mind.Whether Lucas and Suarez, near ever-presents in the League Cup, are able to play against Manchester City and then against Chelsea two days later remains to be seen. But Kenny has begun to build a strong group of players, both mentally and physically. The attacking talent of Henderson, Downing, Adam, Gerrard, Bellamy, Kuyt, Carroll and Suarez gives Dalglish an array of options, while the acquisitions of Coates and Enrique ensure the team remains defensively sound.Even if he plays the more youthful members of the squad against Chelsea, as he threatened to in his recent press conference, players such as Flanagan, Robinson and Kelly have proven themselves at that level.But the fact remains Dalglish should not have to make those decisions. He should feel free to select his best team in both league and cup. To force a man so driven by success compromise those values is wrong, as is forcing supporters to choose a preferred match for victory. Thankfully for Liverpool Football Club, winning is the only way Dalglish knows. Regardless of personnel against Manchester City and Chelsea, the attitude will remain consistent. Liverpool Lime Street to London Euston. The term might rankle some, but it will sound sweet if heard next February. When they reach their destination, they may as well turn back around – not because it’s London, but because next stop is Wembley. “ALL change, please”, and with those weary words from the conductor comes the hustle and the bustle beneath the world.And with the bustle and hustle comes the inquisitive glances at the giant, multi-coloured web on the wall; the impromptu formation of a human barricade in the middle of rush hour; scorn from commuting Londoners as the eternal question of how many Scousers it takes to operate an automated ticket machine is answered through gritted teeth. Liverpool Lime Street to London Euston. For some who travel that route, those six words needle at them. London Euston. London. The Tube, the prices, John Terry. If the banners and songs don’t demonstrate their disdain for those things, the conversations on the train will.But those conversations - so voluble and repetitive rattling past Stafford, Rugby and Milton Keynes - cease as the train approaches London itself. Behind the desolate, graffiti’d walls to nowhere appears an arch, high above the chimneys of the terraced houses clustered together so tightly. The train stops inside, looks up and nods towards the window. Wembley. As the arch disappears, so does the silence. Normality is restored.For some Liverpool fans, the furore over Wembley is incomprehensible. It’s just an eyesore with an arch, some say; there’s no atmosphere and no words to describe those who regularly attend. Worst of all, it’s in London.  But it’s Wembley. It’s a stadium which lingers in the subconscious of every football supporter across the country. From Bedlington Terriers to Blackburn Rovers, the chance to watch your team in an FA Vase Trophy final, League Cup final or FA Cup final is one of the most enticing.The club supporters’ thoughts will remain there long after the spotlight’s glare on the national team fades; long after the final replay of Lampard’s goal. Those thoughts remain there because of glories past; they remain there because of glories ahead.It matters not Wembley lacks atmosphere, looks soulless or is situated in London - Wembley, in its old incarnation, represents so much of Liverpool’s history. As the Twin Towers dismantled over a decade ago, so too were some of the club’s most famous days.The head of St. John, the voice of Bruce Forsyth and the delicate touch of Kenny Dalglish; four consecutive League Cups, two wins over Everton and a delightful McManaman double -  they are just some of the moments which gave Wembley the same allure as Stadio Olimpico, Parc des Princes and the Ataturk. It’s unimaginable that Liverpool are yet to forge history in the new Wembley. It’s unimaginable the Football League are compromising their opportunity to do so by making the club play twice in three days.But that’s the Football League - no thought to the supporters who must attend two games in three days, no thought to the welfare of the modern footballer. Lucas Leiva and Luis Suarez, so important to Liverpool’s progress throughout the Carling Cup, have already played a combined 44 times since the Copa America started in July. The Football League - along with other organisational bodies in this country - cares little for context, however; they care little about what actions are right. They merely act to placate those in power.Liverpool face two games in three games; even more crucially to how the season is shaped, they face three games in 10 games – Manchester City at Anfield sandwiched between two trips to Stamford Bridge. Kenny Dalglish has to make some crucial decisions; some crucial, unwelcome, unfair decisions.The mantra repeated by many supporters pre-season was of a top four finish. It makes sense to, financially and spiritually.It allows an opportunity to be reacquainted with the club’s greatest nights; a chance to watch Kenny Dalglish lead his Liverpool side out at some of Europe’s grandest stages; a moment for 'Zadok the Priest' to infiltrate the Anfield air once more.It’s a no-brainer until the graffiti-strewn wall en route to Euston emerges from the subconscious; until the arch slowly comes into the mind’s view. Liverpool at Wembley again. Kenny Dalglish leading Liverpool out at Wembley again. The ultimate chance to end a trophyless five years under a new symbol of success with the travelling Kop’s chorus of Dalglish in the background.That’s not to say Liverpool aren’t capable of both this season; that’s not to say Liverpool aren’t capable of three wins in 10 days against two quality sides. The squad has been assembled with a long season in mind.Whether Lucas and Suarez, near ever-presents in the League Cup, are able to play against Manchester City and then against Chelsea two days later remains to be seen. But Kenny has begun to build a strong group of players, both mentally and physically. The attacking talent of Henderson, Downing, Adam, Gerrard, Bellamy, Kuyt, Carroll and Suarez gives Dalglish an array of options, while the acquisitions of Coates and Enrique ensure the team remains defensively sound.Even if he plays the more youthful members of the squad against Chelsea, as he threatened to in his recent press conference, players such as Flanagan, Robinson and Kelly have proven themselves at that level.But the fact remains Dalglish should not have to make those decisions. He should feel free to select his best team in both league and cup. To force a man so driven by success compromise those values is wrong, as is forcing supporters to choose a preferred match for victory. Thankfully for Liverpool Football Club, winning is the only way Dalglish knows. Regardless of personnel against Manchester City and Chelsea, the attitude will remain consistent. Liverpool Lime Street to London Euston. The term might rankle some, but it will sound sweet if heard next February. When they reach their destination, they may as well turn back around – not because it’s London, but because next stop is Wembley. Sat, 19 Nov 2011 01:52:20 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-the-Football-League-shouldn39t-compromise-Kenny/blog/5488909/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-11-19T01:52:20Z The Kop “ALL change, please”, and with those weary words from the conductor comes the hustle and the bustle beneath the world.And with the bustle and hustle comes the inquisitive glances at the giant, multi-coloured web on the wall; the impromptu formation of a human barricade in the middle of rush hour; scorn from commuting Londoners as the eternal question of how many Scousers it takes to operate an automated ticket machine is answered through gritted teeth. Liverpool Lime Street to London Euston. For some who travel that route, those six words needle at them. London Euston. London. The Tube, the prices, John Terry. If the banners and songs don’t demonstrate their disdain for those things, the conversations on the train will.But those conversations - so voluble and repetitive rattling past Stafford, Rugby and Milton Keynes - cease as the train approaches London itself. Behind the desolate, graffiti’d walls to nowhere appears an arch, high above the chimneys of the terraced houses clustered together so tightly. The train stops inside, looks up and nods towards the window. Wembley. As the arch disappears, so does the silence. Normality is restored.For some Liverpool fans, the furore over Wembley is incomprehensible. It’s just an eyesore with an arch, some say; there’s no atmosphere and no words to describe those who regularly attend. Worst of all, it’s in London.  But it’s Wembley. It’s a stadium which lingers in the subconscious of every football supporter across the country. From Bedlington Terriers to Blackburn Rovers, the chance to watch your team in an FA Vase Trophy final, League Cup final or FA Cup final is one of the most enticing.The club supporters’ thoughts will remain there long after the spotlight’s glare on the national team fades; long after the final replay of Lampard’s goal. Those thoughts remain there because of glories past; they remain there because of glories ahead.It matters not Wembley lacks atmosphere, looks soulless or is situated in London - Wembley, in its old incarnation, represents so much of Liverpool’s history. As the Twin Towers dismantled over a decade ago, so too were some of the club’s most famous days.The head of St. John, the voice of Bruce Forsyth and the delicate touch of Kenny Dalglish; four consecutive League Cups, two wins over Everton and a delightful McManaman double -  they are just some of the moments which gave Wembley the same allure as Stadio Olimpico, Parc des Princes and the Ataturk. It’s unimaginable that Liverpool are yet to forge history in the new Wembley. It’s unimaginable the Football League are compromising their opportunity to do so by making the club play twice in three days.But that’s the Football League - no thought to the supporters who must attend two games in three days, no thought to the welfare of the modern footballer. Lucas Leiva and Luis Suarez, so important to Liverpool’s progress throughout the Carling Cup, have already played a combined 44 times since the Copa America started in July. The Football League - along with other organisational bodies in this country - cares little for context, however; they care little about what actions are right. They merely act to placate those in power.Liverpool face two games in three games; even more crucially to how the season is shaped, they face three games in 10 games – Manchester City at Anfield sandwiched between two trips to Stamford Bridge. Kenny Dalglish has to make some crucial decisions; some crucial, unwelcome, unfair decisions.The mantra repeated by many supporters pre-season was of a top four finish. It makes sense to, financially and spiritually.It allows an opportunity to be reacquainted with the club’s greatest nights; a chance to watch Kenny Dalglish lead his Liverpool side out at some of Europe’s grandest stages; a moment for 'Zadok the Priest' to infiltrate the Anfield air once more.It’s a no-brainer until the graffiti-strewn wall en route to Euston emerges from the subconscious; until the arch slowly comes into the mind’s view. Liverpool at Wembley again. Kenny Dalglish leading Liverpool out at Wembley again. The ultimate chance to end a trophyless five years under a new symbol of success with the travelling Kop’s chorus of Dalglish in the background.That’s not to say Liverpool aren’t capable of both this season; that’s not to say Liverpool aren’t capable of three wins in 10 days against two quality sides. The squad has been assembled with a long season in mind.Whether Lucas and Suarez, near ever-presents in the League Cup, are able to play against Manchester City and then against Chelsea two days later remains to be seen. But Kenny has begun to build a strong group of players, both mentally and physically. The attacking talent of Henderson, Downing, Adam, Gerrard, Bellamy, Kuyt, Carroll and Suarez gives Dalglish an array of options, while the acquisitions of Coates and Enrique ensure the team remains defensively sound.Even if he plays the more youthful members of the squad against Chelsea, as he threatened to in his recent press conference, players such as Flanagan, Robinson and Kelly have proven themselves at that level.But the fact remains Dalglish should not have to make those decisions. He should feel free to select his best team in both league and cup. To force a man so driven by success compromise those values is wrong, as is forcing supporters to choose a preferred match for victory. Thankfully for Liverpool Football Club, winning is the only way Dalglish knows. Regardless of personnel against Manchester City and Chelsea, the attitude will remain consistent. Liverpool Lime Street to London Euston. The term might rankle some, but it will sound sweet if heard next February. When they reach their destination, they may as well turn back around – not because it’s London, but because next stop is Wembley. nonadult false Why the Football League shouldn't compromise Kenny text blog 7459 13 3.92308 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 10 1 5488909 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-LFC-aren39t-a-one-man-band/blog/5427370/173471.html BILL Shankly once observed: “A football team is like a piano. You need eight men to carry it and three who can play the damn thing.”You would think people know better than to argue with the formidable Scot - but for the past 20 years, Liverpool have been perpetually accused of being a one-man band. First it was Fowler, who supposedly created every chance he devoured; then, it was Owen’s turn to feed on the scraps of mediocrity. In recent years, some celebrated Steven Gerrard beating AC Milan on penalties in Istanbul, before turning their attention to a young Spaniard who played, carried and polished the piano all by himself. He probably composed his own song on it, as well. It mattered little that McManaman provided Fowler’s chances on a plate, or that Owen played ahead of top-class midfield with Hyypia providing a defensive foundation at the other end. It meant nothing Fernando Torres had a team of internationals alongside him, including Steven Gerrard and three fellow World Cup winners. But worst of all, the heroes of Istanbul amalgamated into a mere supporting cast – Hyypia’s heroics, Alonso’s artistry and Dudek’s divine intervention all a mere footnote to Steven Gerrard’s achievement; the gallantry of Olympiakos, Leverkusen, Juventus and Chelsea vanquished to a forgotten history by anyone bar Liverpool supporters.That’s not to say they don’t deserve praise for their work at Anfield; there can be no denying the talent of Fowler, Owen, Gerrard and Torres. There can be no denying the talent of Luis Suarez, either.The elegant, effervescent Uruguayan has stolen hearts and headlines since his £22.8million move from Ajax in January, and with it, stolen every musical instrument within the walls of Melwood. The tag of Liverpool’s one-man band now firmly rests upon his shoulders and at his fingertips.You can see why. Just when every analogy and aphorism has been created, Suarez produces a moment to leave wordsmiths scrambling for more. His goal against Stoke was sensational and sublime - the perfect embodiment of his overall performance. It’s hard to know what the ultimate act of futility is: curtailing Luis Suarez’s ability or describing it in words. I’ve likened him to the mythological Minotaur before but his talent is completely real. You would forgive a team for relying on him to win them games; to play that piano alone.But from the moment Kenny Dalglish returned in January, he has strived to build a squad at Liverpool Football Club. He hasn’t concentrated on the individual. He never has. It isn’t Rush, Aldridge or Beardsley alone spoken about in hushed, awed tones as Anfield reminisces over the great side of the late 80s – it’s the collective trio, as well as an incredible eight alongside them, who fired Liverpool to the championship.Even Dalglish’s title-winning Blackburn side of 1995, famed for the lethal Shearer and Sutton partnership up front, contained great wingers, Sherwood and Batty in midfield with Hendry and Flowers at the back.Dalglish’s new Liverpool side is based on pressure, passing and movement – three things that must be done as a unit. As good as Suarez is, that’s something he can’t achieve alone.The club didn’t spend money on Downing, Henderson, Adam, Enrique, Bellamy and Coates to make the pre-season team photograph look busier; the medical staff didn’t work tirelessly on Johnson, Agger and Gerrard to plug gaps on the pitch. Liverpool’s squad has not been as strong and talented since Dalglish first left the club.It was one of those new signings who proved influential in Liverpool’s win at the Britannia.Jordan Henderson’s first-time, inch-perfect cross with five minutes remaining meant Suarez had to simply head the ball beyond Sorensen – but it was his understated role in the equaliser that exemplifies how important every player is to Dalglish’s team. With his quick dart behind Suarez occupying the defender for a moment, the Uruguayan was left one-on-one with Shotton; five seconds later, Suarez’s sweet song reverberated around Stoke. It is fortunate Dalglish notices that sort of work, because very few do. Suarez can do what he does because those around him are relentless in their efforts to create space; all but one of Suarez’s goals this season have come with Andy Carroll alongside him, showing the endeavour of the Reds’ number nine.Carroll got the reward his work has deserved against West Brom; it was his turn for his sweet song – Sweet Carroll Nine – to sound through the cold Midlands night. It was Suarez’s turn to carry the piano in his own indomitable, idiosyncratic style.Suarez and Carroll were not the only ones who combined well at the Hawthorns. Agger and Skrtel were impenetrable, while Adam, Lucas and Henderson were intelligent both with and without the ball. The 2-0 victory belonged to neither Carroll nor Suarez. Progression to the Carling Cup quarter finals doesn’t rest with just Suarez or Henderson. Every win, loss and draw has been a team effort – just the way Dalglish wants it.There can be no denying the importance and influence of Luis Suarez, but then there was no denying the importance and influence of the three who have since departed - two semi-retired in Thailand and Manchester, the other at Stamford Bridge.There can be no denying the importance and influence of Steven Gerrard, either. The fact that Gerrard’s latest injury setback has not been met with the usual apocalyptic reaction shows there’s life after the one-man band tag; it also shows how far the squad has improved in such a short space of time.Supporters shouldn’t worry about the one-man band accusations; whether two, five or eleven men carry the piano, just enjoy watching Luis Suarez and Liverpool on song. BILL Shankly once observed: “A football team is like a piano. You need eight men to carry it and three who can play the damn thing.”You would think people know better than to argue with the formidable Scot - but for the past 20 years, Liverpool have been perpetually accused of being a one-man band. First it was Fowler, who supposedly created every chance he devoured; then, it was Owen’s turn to feed on the scraps of mediocrity. In recent years, some celebrated Steven Gerrard beating AC Milan on penalties in Istanbul, before turning their attention to a young Spaniard who played, carried and polished the piano all by himself. He probably composed his own song on it, as well. It mattered little that McManaman provided Fowler’s chances on a plate, or that Owen played ahead of top-class midfield with Hyypia providing a defensive foundation at the other end. It meant nothing Fernando Torres had a team of internationals alongside him, including Steven Gerrard and three fellow World Cup winners. But worst of all, the heroes of Istanbul amalgamated into a mere supporting cast – Hyypia’s heroics, Alonso’s artistry and Dudek’s divine intervention all a mere footnote to Steven Gerrard’s achievement; the gallantry of Olympiakos, Leverkusen, Juventus and Chelsea vanquished to a forgotten history by anyone bar Liverpool supporters.That’s not to say they don’t deserve praise for their work at Anfield; there can be no denying the talent of Fowler, Owen, Gerrard and Torres. There can be no denying the talent of Luis Suarez, either.The elegant, effervescent Uruguayan has stolen hearts and headlines since his £22.8million move from Ajax in January, and with it, stolen every musical instrument within the walls of Melwood. The tag of Liverpool’s one-man band now firmly rests upon his shoulders and at his fingertips.You can see why. Just when every analogy and aphorism has been created, Suarez produces a moment to leave wordsmiths scrambling for more. His goal against Stoke was sensational and sublime - the perfect embodiment of his overall performance. It’s hard to know what the ultimate act of futility is: curtailing Luis Suarez’s ability or describing it in words. I’ve likened him to the mythological Minotaur before but his talent is completely real. You would forgive a team for relying on him to win them games; to play that piano alone.But from the moment Kenny Dalglish returned in January, he has strived to build a squad at Liverpool Football Club. He hasn’t concentrated on the individual. He never has. It isn’t Rush, Aldridge or Beardsley alone spoken about in hushed, awed tones as Anfield reminisces over the great side of the late 80s – it’s the collective trio, as well as an incredible eight alongside them, who fired Liverpool to the championship.Even Dalglish’s title-winning Blackburn side of 1995, famed for the lethal Shearer and Sutton partnership up front, contained great wingers, Sherwood and Batty in midfield with Hendry and Flowers at the back.Dalglish’s new Liverpool side is based on pressure, passing and movement – three things that must be done as a unit. As good as Suarez is, that’s something he can’t achieve alone.The club didn’t spend money on Downing, Henderson, Adam, Enrique, Bellamy and Coates to make the pre-season team photograph look busier; the medical staff didn’t work tirelessly on Johnson, Agger and Gerrard to plug gaps on the pitch. Liverpool’s squad has not been as strong and talented since Dalglish first left the club.It was one of those new signings who proved influential in Liverpool’s win at the Britannia.Jordan Henderson’s first-time, inch-perfect cross with five minutes remaining meant Suarez had to simply head the ball beyond Sorensen – but it was his understated role in the equaliser that exemplifies how important every player is to Dalglish’s team. With his quick dart behind Suarez occupying the defender for a moment, the Uruguayan was left one-on-one with Shotton; five seconds later, Suarez’s sweet song reverberated around Stoke. It is fortunate Dalglish notices that sort of work, because very few do. Suarez can do what he does because those around him are relentless in their efforts to create space; all but one of Suarez’s goals this season have come with Andy Carroll alongside him, showing the endeavour of the Reds’ number nine.Carroll got the reward his work has deserved against West Brom; it was his turn for his sweet song – Sweet Carroll Nine – to sound through the cold Midlands night. It was Suarez’s turn to carry the piano in his own indomitable, idiosyncratic style.Suarez and Carroll were not the only ones who combined well at the Hawthorns. Agger and Skrtel were impenetrable, while Adam, Lucas and Henderson were intelligent both with and without the ball. The 2-0 victory belonged to neither Carroll nor Suarez. Progression to the Carling Cup quarter finals doesn’t rest with just Suarez or Henderson. Every win, loss and draw has been a team effort – just the way Dalglish wants it.There can be no denying the importance and influence of Luis Suarez, but then there was no denying the importance and influence of the three who have since departed - two semi-retired in Thailand and Manchester, the other at Stamford Bridge.There can be no denying the importance and influence of Steven Gerrard, either. The fact that Gerrard’s latest injury setback has not been met with the usual apocalyptic reaction shows there’s life after the one-man band tag; it also shows how far the squad has improved in such a short space of time.Supporters shouldn’t worry about the one-man band accusations; whether two, five or eleven men carry the piano, just enjoy watching Luis Suarez and Liverpool on song. Thu, 03 Nov 2011 02:30:38 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-LFC-aren39t-a-one-man-band/blog/5427370/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-11-03T02:30:38Z The Kop BILL Shankly once observed: “A football team is like a piano. You need eight men to carry it and three who can play the damn thing.”You would think people know better than to argue with the formidable Scot - but for the past 20 years, Liverpool have been perpetually accused of being a one-man band. First it was Fowler, who supposedly created every chance he devoured; then, it was Owen’s turn to feed on the scraps of mediocrity. In recent years, some celebrated Steven Gerrard beating AC Milan on penalties in Istanbul, before turning their attention to a young Spaniard who played, carried and polished the piano all by himself. He probably composed his own song on it, as well. It mattered little that McManaman provided Fowler’s chances on a plate, or that Owen played ahead of top-class midfield with Hyypia providing a defensive foundation at the other end. It meant nothing Fernando Torres had a team of internationals alongside him, including Steven Gerrard and three fellow World Cup winners. But worst of all, the heroes of Istanbul amalgamated into a mere supporting cast – Hyypia’s heroics, Alonso’s artistry and Dudek’s divine intervention all a mere footnote to Steven Gerrard’s achievement; the gallantry of Olympiakos, Leverkusen, Juventus and Chelsea vanquished to a forgotten history by anyone bar Liverpool supporters.That’s not to say they don’t deserve praise for their work at Anfield; there can be no denying the talent of Fowler, Owen, Gerrard and Torres. There can be no denying the talent of Luis Suarez, either.The elegant, effervescent Uruguayan has stolen hearts and headlines since his £22.8million move from Ajax in January, and with it, stolen every musical instrument within the walls of Melwood. The tag of Liverpool’s one-man band now firmly rests upon his shoulders and at his fingertips.You can see why. Just when every analogy and aphorism has been created, Suarez produces a moment to leave wordsmiths scrambling for more. His goal against Stoke was sensational and sublime - the perfect embodiment of his overall performance. It’s hard to know what the ultimate act of futility is: curtailing Luis Suarez’s ability or describing it in words. I’ve likened him to the mythological Minotaur before but his talent is completely real. You would forgive a team for relying on him to win them games; to play that piano alone.But from the moment Kenny Dalglish returned in January, he has strived to build a squad at Liverpool Football Club. He hasn’t concentrated on the individual. He never has. It isn’t Rush, Aldridge or Beardsley alone spoken about in hushed, awed tones as Anfield reminisces over the great side of the late 80s – it’s the collective trio, as well as an incredible eight alongside them, who fired Liverpool to the championship.Even Dalglish’s title-winning Blackburn side of 1995, famed for the lethal Shearer and Sutton partnership up front, contained great wingers, Sherwood and Batty in midfield with Hendry and Flowers at the back.Dalglish’s new Liverpool side is based on pressure, passing and movement – three things that must be done as a unit. As good as Suarez is, that’s something he can’t achieve alone.The club didn’t spend money on Downing, Henderson, Adam, Enrique, Bellamy and Coates to make the pre-season team photograph look busier; the medical staff didn’t work tirelessly on Johnson, Agger and Gerrard to plug gaps on the pitch. Liverpool’s squad has not been as strong and talented since Dalglish first left the club.It was one of those new signings who proved influential in Liverpool’s win at the Britannia.Jordan Henderson’s first-time, inch-perfect cross with five minutes remaining meant Suarez had to simply head the ball beyond Sorensen – but it was his understated role in the equaliser that exemplifies how important every player is to Dalglish’s team. With his quick dart behind Suarez occupying the defender for a moment, the Uruguayan was left one-on-one with Shotton; five seconds later, Suarez’s sweet song reverberated around Stoke. It is fortunate Dalglish notices that sort of work, because very few do. Suarez can do what he does because those around him are relentless in their efforts to create space; all but one of Suarez’s goals this season have come with Andy Carroll alongside him, showing the endeavour of the Reds’ number nine.Carroll got the reward his work has deserved against West Brom; it was his turn for his sweet song – Sweet Carroll Nine – to sound through the cold Midlands night. It was Suarez’s turn to carry the piano in his own indomitable, idiosyncratic style.Suarez and Carroll were not the only ones who combined well at the Hawthorns. Agger and Skrtel were impenetrable, while Adam, Lucas and Henderson were intelligent both with and without the ball. The 2-0 victory belonged to neither Carroll nor Suarez. Progression to the Carling Cup quarter finals doesn’t rest with just Suarez or Henderson. Every win, loss and draw has been a team effort – just the way Dalglish wants it.There can be no denying the importance and influence of Luis Suarez, but then there was no denying the importance and influence of the three who have since departed - two semi-retired in Thailand and Manchester, the other at Stamford Bridge.There can be no denying the importance and influence of Steven Gerrard, either. The fact that Gerrard’s latest injury setback has not been met with the usual apocalyptic reaction shows there’s life after the one-man band tag; it also shows how far the squad has improved in such a short space of time.Supporters shouldn’t worry about the one-man band accusations; whether two, five or eleven men carry the piano, just enjoy watching Luis Suarez and Liverpool on song. nonadult false Why LFC aren't a one-man band text blog 12832 28 4.82143 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 39 1 5427370 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-22-years-is-22-years-too-long/blog/5342211/173471.html "The gymnasium here at Hillsborough is being used as a mortuary for the dead, and at this moment, stewards have got little paper bags and they are gathering up the personal belongings of the spectators and the red and white scarves of Liverpool; the red and white bobble hats of Liverpool, and the red and white rosettes of Liverpool and nothing else. And the sun shines now."22 years. For 22 years, Liverpool supporters have wanted to know why the gymnasium at Hillsborough had to serve such a horrific purpose; they’ve wanted to know why those scarves, bobble hats and rosettes strewn in front of the Leppings Lane belonged to their friends and family.For 22 years, Liverpool supporters have wanted to know why they’ve waited that long to have those questions answered.22 years is a long time without allowing scar tissue to grow. It is a long time for the persistent, anguished cries for justice to go unheard. It is far too long for no one to be held accountable for the deaths of 96 football fans. Simply put, 22 years is 22 years too long. On April 15 1989, 96 people died. They were fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, wives, husbands, nieces, nephews; they were children, teenagers, pensioners, students. They were all doing something they lived for and loved, something hundreds of thousands do every single week in the knowledge the relevant authorities can ensure their safety. Those who died at Hillsborough were not so fortunate. They didn’t have the authorities looking out for them. No one in the stadium did. Because of that, the 96 no longer reside on the Kop. A pre-match pint will forever remain untouched; a space in the pub forever vacant. A hug at Istanbul or a singsong at Cardiff as their beloved Liverpool prove victorious again, lost forever. Anfield might be sold out on match day, but there are 96 spaces that will never truly be filled; 96 voices missing from the pre-match rendition of You’ll Never Walk Alone. It’s something the families have had to contend with, and comprehend, for 22 years. No one should attend a game of football and never come home; no mother, father, son, daughter, wife or husband should ever have to live through that. The fact they did, and yet still have the strength and courage to demand answers, is a testament to their determination in uncovering the truth – the real truth, not a pack of scurrilous lies concocted by Kelvin Mackenzie and his rag to deflect attention from those to blame.It isn’t just the families of the deceased who suffer; most there that day suffer too. The number of deceased is used frequently in remembrance, but we must not forget those who have died since, unable to cope with the unimaginable things they experienced that day.The disaster caused broken hearts, most of them irreparable, while some are bound together only by grief, regret, hurt and anger. I was just 2-years-old when Hillsborough occurred. I would never claim to possess an ounce of the emotion felt by those there; my grief, regret, hurt and anger is miniscule compared to theirs. But it’s still substantial. My anger is substantial. I feel a lot of anger - anger that no one has been held accountable; anger at the lies perpetuated by Mackenzie and his rag, misinforming the masses and besmirching the memory of those who died. Even worse, the angels who helped the dying were demonised, fuelling the prejudices of the callous and ignorant. It speaks a lot of the newspaper’s smear campaign when other human beings – football fans or not – still attribute blame to Liverpool supporters without knowing the facts published in the Taylor Report. They phone Talksport and the BBC to air their misinformed, factually incorrect and slanderous opinion; it’s not about intelligence, it’s simply ignorance.But the families of the 96, the city of Liverpool and Liverpool supporters have still fought on for 22 years. Boris Johnson can accuse us of mawkishness and self-pity; he’s wrong.  It’s the people of Liverpool, and those who support the club, fighting for each otherIt is resilience in the face of adversity; it is determination to know why 96 of our own did not come home from a football match. It is hope that one day, those whose negligence caused the disaster are brought to justice.Justice. It’s heard at most games, be it inside or outside the ground. The cry for justice was heard at Truth Day in 2007 as thousands of Liverpool supporters, small red and white dots, collectively spelt out the thing desired most: the truth. Every repetition of justice for the 96 grew louder, fiercer, angrier. The flame of justice that will never, ever extinguish. Maybe if we shout loud enough, television will hear it; maybe if we shout loud enough, the government will hear it. The cry for justice was heard at the memorial service in 2009 – the 20th anniversary of the disaster. 20 years was too long. As Andy Burnham spoke, he was humbled by the intermittent calls for justice; those calls multiplied and intensified rapidly and transformed into the Kop standing and singing for it. Every repetition of justice for the 96 grew louder, fiercer, angrier. The flame of justice that will never, ever extinguish. Maybe if we shout loud enough, television will hear it; maybe if we shout loud enough, the government will hear it.The cry for justice was heard when over 130,000 people signed an e-petition to demand the release of documents from that day. People from all across the country, whether they liked football or not, whether they supported Liverpool or not, joined in with the fight for justice. This wasn’t 10,000 on the Kop; this was 130,000 UK citizens shouting at the Establishment, demanding to know the truth. Maybe if we shout loud enough, the government will hear it.After 22 years, the government finally listened. The debate over whether the documents should be released was an uncontested one. It was merely a procession. It should have a procession since 1989. As Steve Rotheram finished reading the names of the 96, applause emanated around the House of Commons. Whether it was for the eloquence and passion of Rotheram’s words, or for the families and supporters unseen in the gallery, is hard to tell. It should have been for both.Liverpool will always be eternally grateful to Steve Rotheram, as well as the other MPs who spoke – especially Andy Burnham and Alison McGovern. It was also be grateful to those who have put aside footballing rivalries to support the cause; it will be grateful to those in the public eye who supported the petition eloquently, vociferously and ferociously.But the real heroes are those who remained unseen in Parliament, much like they have for 22 years. The real heroes are the families who have lived with the injustice every day since 1989, and those who have tirelessly supported them throughout. The work of the Hillsborough Justice Campaign, as well as the Hillsborough Family Support Group, should never go undetected and unappreciated.Truth Day, the 20th anniversary memorial, the 130,000 signatures and this week’s debate in Commons is finally, after 22 years, everything those directly affected by Hillsborough deserve. Their bravery, strength and resolution to keep fighting has finally paid off. The 96 would be proud.This isn’t the beginning of the end. There is no end to the grief a mother can feel for her lost son; there is no end to the anger over the fact it took 22 years for this day to arrive. But if some of their answers can finally be answered, if those in the Establishment are held accountable and Kelvin Mackenzie is finally exposed as the lowlife, lying scumbag he is, then some of the storm clouds may finally dissipate.  It’s the least those affected deserve; it’s the least the 96 deserve.And the sun shines now. "The gymnasium here at Hillsborough is being used as a mortuary for the dead, and at this moment, stewards have got little paper bags and they are gathering up the personal belongings of the spectators and the red and white scarves of Liverpool; the red and white bobble hats of Liverpool, and the red and white rosettes of Liverpool and nothing else. And the sun shines now."22 years. For 22 years, Liverpool supporters have wanted to know why the gymnasium at Hillsborough had to serve such a horrific purpose; they’ve wanted to know why those scarves, bobble hats and rosettes strewn in front of the Leppings Lane belonged to their friends and family.For 22 years, Liverpool supporters have wanted to know why they’ve waited that long to have those questions answered.22 years is a long time without allowing scar tissue to grow. It is a long time for the persistent, anguished cries for justice to go unheard. It is far too long for no one to be held accountable for the deaths of 96 football fans. Simply put, 22 years is 22 years too long. On April 15 1989, 96 people died. They were fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, wives, husbands, nieces, nephews; they were children, teenagers, pensioners, students. They were all doing something they lived for and loved, something hundreds of thousands do every single week in the knowledge the relevant authorities can ensure their safety. Those who died at Hillsborough were not so fortunate. They didn’t have the authorities looking out for them. No one in the stadium did. Because of that, the 96 no longer reside on the Kop. A pre-match pint will forever remain untouched; a space in the pub forever vacant. A hug at Istanbul or a singsong at Cardiff as their beloved Liverpool prove victorious again, lost forever. Anfield might be sold out on match day, but there are 96 spaces that will never truly be filled; 96 voices missing from the pre-match rendition of You’ll Never Walk Alone. It’s something the families have had to contend with, and comprehend, for 22 years. No one should attend a game of football and never come home; no mother, father, son, daughter, wife or husband should ever have to live through that. The fact they did, and yet still have the strength and courage to demand answers, is a testament to their determination in uncovering the truth – the real truth, not a pack of scurrilous lies concocted by Kelvin Mackenzie and his rag to deflect attention from those to blame.It isn’t just the families of the deceased who suffer; most there that day suffer too. The number of deceased is used frequently in remembrance, but we must not forget those who have died since, unable to cope with the unimaginable things they experienced that day.The disaster caused broken hearts, most of them irreparable, while some are bound together only by grief, regret, hurt and anger. I was just 2-years-old when Hillsborough occurred. I would never claim to possess an ounce of the emotion felt by those there; my grief, regret, hurt and anger is miniscule compared to theirs. But it’s still substantial. My anger is substantial. I feel a lot of anger - anger that no one has been held accountable; anger at the lies perpetuated by Mackenzie and his rag, misinforming the masses and besmirching the memory of those who died. Even worse, the angels who helped the dying were demonised, fuelling the prejudices of the callous and ignorant. It speaks a lot of the newspaper’s smear campaign when other human beings – football fans or not – still attribute blame to Liverpool supporters without knowing the facts published in the Taylor Report. They phone Talksport and the BBC to air their misinformed, factually incorrect and slanderous opinion; it’s not about intelligence, it’s simply ignorance.But the families of the 96, the city of Liverpool and Liverpool supporters have still fought on for 22 years. Boris Johnson can accuse us of mawkishness and self-pity; he’s wrong.  It’s the people of Liverpool, and those who support the club, fighting for each otherIt is resilience in the face of adversity; it is determination to know why 96 of our own did not come home from a football match. It is hope that one day, those whose negligence caused the disaster are brought to justice.Justice. It’s heard at most games, be it inside or outside the ground. The cry for justice was heard at Truth Day in 2007 as thousands of Liverpool supporters, small red and white dots, collectively spelt out the thing desired most: the truth. Every repetition of justice for the 96 grew louder, fiercer, angrier. The flame of justice that will never, ever extinguish. Maybe if we shout loud enough, television will hear it; maybe if we shout loud enough, the government will hear it. The cry for justice was heard at the memorial service in 2009 – the 20th anniversary of the disaster. 20 years was too long. As Andy Burnham spoke, he was humbled by the intermittent calls for justice; those calls multiplied and intensified rapidly and transformed into the Kop standing and singing for it. Every repetition of justice for the 96 grew louder, fiercer, angrier. The flame of justice that will never, ever extinguish. Maybe if we shout loud enough, television will hear it; maybe if we shout loud enough, the government will hear it.The cry for justice was heard when over 130,000 people signed an e-petition to demand the release of documents from that day. People from all across the country, whether they liked football or not, whether they supported Liverpool or not, joined in with the fight for justice. This wasn’t 10,000 on the Kop; this was 130,000 UK citizens shouting at the Establishment, demanding to know the truth. Maybe if we shout loud enough, the government will hear it.After 22 years, the government finally listened. The debate over whether the documents should be released was an uncontested one. It was merely a procession. It should have a procession since 1989. As Steve Rotheram finished reading the names of the 96, applause emanated around the House of Commons. Whether it was for the eloquence and passion of Rotheram’s words, or for the families and supporters unseen in the gallery, is hard to tell. It should have been for both.Liverpool will always be eternally grateful to Steve Rotheram, as well as the other MPs who spoke – especially Andy Burnham and Alison McGovern. It was also be grateful to those who have put aside footballing rivalries to support the cause; it will be grateful to those in the public eye who supported the petition eloquently, vociferously and ferociously.But the real heroes are those who remained unseen in Parliament, much like they have for 22 years. The real heroes are the families who have lived with the injustice every day since 1989, and those who have tirelessly supported them throughout. The work of the Hillsborough Justice Campaign, as well as the Hillsborough Family Support Group, should never go undetected and unappreciated.Truth Day, the 20th anniversary memorial, the 130,000 signatures and this week’s debate in Commons is finally, after 22 years, everything those directly affected by Hillsborough deserve. Their bravery, strength and resolution to keep fighting has finally paid off. The 96 would be proud.This isn’t the beginning of the end. There is no end to the grief a mother can feel for her lost son; there is no end to the anger over the fact it took 22 years for this day to arrive. But if some of their answers can finally be answered, if those in the Establishment are held accountable and Kelvin Mackenzie is finally exposed as the lowlife, lying scumbag he is, then some of the storm clouds may finally dissipate.  It’s the least those affected deserve; it’s the least the 96 deserve.And the sun shines now. Wed, 19 Oct 2011 11:53:14 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-22-years-is-22-years-too-long/blog/5342211/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-10-19T11:53:14Z The Kop "The gymnasium here at Hillsborough is being used as a mortuary for the dead, and at this moment, stewards have got little paper bags and they are gathering up the personal belongings of the spectators and the red and white scarves of Liverpool; the red and white bobble hats of Liverpool, and the red and white rosettes of Liverpool and nothing else. And the sun shines now."22 years. For 22 years, Liverpool supporters have wanted to know why the gymnasium at Hillsborough had to serve such a horrific purpose; they’ve wanted to know why those scarves, bobble hats and rosettes strewn in front of the Leppings Lane belonged to their friends and family.For 22 years, Liverpool supporters have wanted to know why they’ve waited that long to have those questions answered.22 years is a long time without allowing scar tissue to grow. It is a long time for the persistent, anguished cries for justice to go unheard. It is far too long for no one to be held accountable for the deaths of 96 football fans. Simply put, 22 years is 22 years too long. On April 15 1989, 96 people died. They were fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, wives, husbands, nieces, nephews; they were children, teenagers, pensioners, students. They were all doing something they lived for and loved, something hundreds of thousands do every single week in the knowledge the relevant authorities can ensure their safety. Those who died at Hillsborough were not so fortunate. They didn’t have the authorities looking out for them. No one in the stadium did. Because of that, the 96 no longer reside on the Kop. A pre-match pint will forever remain untouched; a space in the pub forever vacant. A hug at Istanbul or a singsong at Cardiff as their beloved Liverpool prove victorious again, lost forever. Anfield might be sold out on match day, but there are 96 spaces that will never truly be filled; 96 voices missing from the pre-match rendition of You’ll Never Walk Alone. It’s something the families have had to contend with, and comprehend, for 22 years. No one should attend a game of football and never come home; no mother, father, son, daughter, wife or husband should ever have to live through that. The fact they did, and yet still have the strength and courage to demand answers, is a testament to their determination in uncovering the truth – the real truth, not a pack of scurrilous lies concocted by Kelvin Mackenzie and his rag to deflect attention from those to blame.It isn’t just the families of the deceased who suffer; most there that day suffer too. The number of deceased is used frequently in remembrance, but we must not forget those who have died since, unable to cope with the unimaginable things they experienced that day.The disaster caused broken hearts, most of them irreparable, while some are bound together only by grief, regret, hurt and anger. I was just 2-years-old when Hillsborough occurred. I would never claim to possess an ounce of the emotion felt by those there; my grief, regret, hurt and anger is miniscule compared to theirs. But it’s still substantial. My anger is substantial. I feel a lot of anger - anger that no one has been held accountable; anger at the lies perpetuated by Mackenzie and his rag, misinforming the masses and besmirching the memory of those who died. Even worse, the angels who helped the dying were demonised, fuelling the prejudices of the callous and ignorant. It speaks a lot of the newspaper’s smear campaign when other human beings – football fans or not – still attribute blame to Liverpool supporters without knowing the facts published in the Taylor Report. They phone Talksport and the BBC to air their misinformed, factually incorrect and slanderous opinion; it’s not about intelligence, it’s simply ignorance.But the families of the 96, the city of Liverpool and Liverpool supporters have still fought on for 22 years. Boris Johnson can accuse us of mawkishness and self-pity; he’s wrong.  It’s the people of Liverpool, and those who support the club, fighting for each otherIt is resilience in the face of adversity; it is determination to know why 96 of our own did not come home from a football match. It is hope that one day, those whose negligence caused the disaster are brought to justice.Justice. It’s heard at most games, be it inside or outside the ground. The cry for justice was heard at Truth Day in 2007 as thousands of Liverpool supporters, small red and white dots, collectively spelt out the thing desired most: the truth. Every repetition of justice for the 96 grew louder, fiercer, angrier. The flame of justice that will never, ever extinguish. Maybe if we shout loud enough, television will hear it; maybe if we shout loud enough, the government will hear it. The cry for justice was heard at the memorial service in 2009 – the 20th anniversary of the disaster. 20 years was too long. As Andy Burnham spoke, he was humbled by the intermittent calls for justice; those calls multiplied and intensified rapidly and transformed into the Kop standing and singing for it. Every repetition of justice for the 96 grew louder, fiercer, angrier. The flame of justice that will never, ever extinguish. Maybe if we shout loud enough, television will hear it; maybe if we shout loud enough, the government will hear it.The cry for justice was heard when over 130,000 people signed an e-petition to demand the release of documents from that day. People from all across the country, whether they liked football or not, whether they supported Liverpool or not, joined in with the fight for justice. This wasn’t 10,000 on the Kop; this was 130,000 UK citizens shouting at the Establishment, demanding to know the truth. Maybe if we shout loud enough, the government will hear it.After 22 years, the government finally listened. The debate over whether the documents should be released was an uncontested one. It was merely a procession. It should have a procession since 1989. As Steve Rotheram finished reading the names of the 96, applause emanated around the House of Commons. Whether it was for the eloquence and passion of Rotheram’s words, or for the families and supporters unseen in the gallery, is hard to tell. It should have been for both.Liverpool will always be eternally grateful to Steve Rotheram, as well as the other MPs who spoke – especially Andy Burnham and Alison McGovern. It was also be grateful to those who have put aside footballing rivalries to support the cause; it will be grateful to those in the public eye who supported the petition eloquently, vociferously and ferociously.But the real heroes are those who remained unseen in Parliament, much like they have for 22 years. The real heroes are the families who have lived with the injustice every day since 1989, and those who have tirelessly supported them throughout. The work of the Hillsborough Justice Campaign, as well as the Hillsborough Family Support Group, should never go undetected and unappreciated.Truth Day, the 20th anniversary memorial, the 130,000 signatures and this week’s debate in Commons is finally, after 22 years, everything those directly affected by Hillsborough deserve. Their bravery, strength and resolution to keep fighting has finally paid off. The 96 would be proud.This isn’t the beginning of the end. There is no end to the grief a mother can feel for her lost son; there is no end to the anger over the fact it took 22 years for this day to arrive. But if some of their answers can finally be answered, if those in the Establishment are held accountable and Kelvin Mackenzie is finally exposed as the lowlife, lying scumbag he is, then some of the storm clouds may finally dissipate.  It’s the least those affected deserve; it’s the least the 96 deserve.And the sun shines now. nonadult false Why 22 years is 22 years too long text blog 12790 25 4.84 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 18 3 5342211 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Dear-Mr-Henry/blog/5287789/173471.html I wrote this open letter to Stephen Hester, CEO of Royal Bank of Scotland, in August 2010. Dear Mr. Hester,Grobbelaar; Harkness, Hysen, Tanner, Burrows; McManaman, Molby, McMahon, Walters; Rush, SaundersThese names will mean nothing to you. In fact, these names, collectively, will probably mean nothing to most Liverpool supporters.To me, it’s that biting October wind. It’s the moment the door is knocked upon and your granddad stands there. It’s a hat, cap, badge or a scarf as you walk down Walton Breck Road and catch sight of what will come to define you as both a football fan and a person.Port Vale, Rumbelows Cup third round, 29 October 1991. My first match at Anfield. It wouldn’t be the last.I studied Dickens and Shakespeare at great depth in university, but my memory can hardly differentiate between Macbeth and Magwitch. The midfield of McManaman, Molby and McMahon is a different story.I remember seeing the ball hit the net from Rush’s header and hearing the sparse Kop roar. I will never forget the touch of my granddad’s hug as we scored as the smell of celebratory cigarettes filled the night air. My first taste of Liverpool Football Club.Ask any Liverpool fan about their first experience and they’ll be similarly encyclopaedic, because that’s what supporting this football club is about. A mosaic of memories in your mind displayed every time you see your team play.This football club has the most impressive mosaic of all. That famous Anfield roar on a European night originates from the voices of the thousands who have gone before us. Inter Milan, St. Etienne, Auxerre, Roma, Olympiakos, Juventus, Chelsea. Layer upon layer of the club's history being created by us, the fans.Football is the purest form of escapism. For 90 minutes, it doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor, married or single. For 90 minutes, it doesn't matter if you're a lawyer, a librarian or a landscape architect. You get lost in the experience of innocence. Part of you drifts back to that night against Port Vale, or that league match against Norwich; that time when all that mattered in the world was who started up front.That innocence has been ruined by snakes who slithered into our garden and offered David Moores the fruit of his labours three-and-a-half years ago. Moores devoured, and now Liverpool supporters have to suffer for his sin.Now, it feels like we have to be chartered accountants to understand the football club. We’re sending letters to your bank using words and terms it’s not our job to fully comprehend. When my grandfather took me to that Port Vale game in 1991, he was taking me to watch a football match, not a business venture.All of our actions and efforts to remove Hicks & Gillett are necessary evils. Just because we do it doesn’t mean we enjoy it. It will make us stronger and it will bring the fans of this football club together once more, but I look forward to the day we can all stand united over our support for a new left-back, as opposed to disdain for leveraged buyouts.I don’t know what to believe, but I know the fact that this sort of business is our business is the most lamentable part of it all – Shankly’s holy trinity of manager, players and supporters is not sacred anymore.Perhaps there should be intentions from those in power to do something with Liverpool Football Club that hasn’t happened from the moment David Moores accepted Hicks and Gillett’s bid.Act with the best interests of the club, and its supporters, in mind - give us our football club back. I wrote this letter to John W. Henry this evening as the one-year anniversary of Fenway Sports Group approaches. Dear Mr. Henry,Reina; Jose Enrique, Carragher, Skrtel, Kelly; Downing, Lucas, Adam, Kuyt; Suarez, CarrollThese names will mean everything to you. In fact, these names, collectively, will mean everything to most Liverpool supporters.It was the team that disposed of Everton in the Merseyside derby so callously, so superbly. It was the team that possessed and displayed every important attribute – mental and physical - ensuring the man advantage from Rodwell’s red card was fully appreciated. It was a team that had proven quality on the bench in Craig Bellamy and Steven Gerrard, as well as exciting young prospects such as Sebastian Coates, John Flanagan and Jordan Henderson.But most importantly, it was a team. It was Kenny’s team. It was our team. When I wrote the letter to Mr. Hester, it was our lowest ebb. I didn’t write that as a journalist, nor necessarily as a Liverpool supporter. I wrote it as someone who watched something he loved slowly die. I wrote it as a desperate plea for a stay of execution; a final attempt to stop the plug from being pulled on a 119-year-old institution. I know my words alone did nothing. I doubt you even read them. But you read our words. Thousands of letters, e-mails, phone calls; thousands of people trying their best to educate others about the state of our football club. The individual words may not have been processed, but the collective vitriol was. My letter was just a mere cinder flying from the raging fire heading towards Tom Hicks and George Gillett. If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? It does if there’s tens of thousands of them, all at once, falling together, screaming to save their club.When you, Mr. Werner and the rest of Fenway Sports Group bought Liverpool last October, you saved that club. Sometimes, it’s easy to forget that.People, rightfully, will focus on your transfer activity. You brought in Luis Suarez, a player whom we just can’t get enough of; a player who we just can’t believe how little we paid for us. You brought in Andy Carroll, a player who – hopefully – Suarez will partner for years to come.You brought in Jose Enrique, Jordan Henderson, Sebastian Coates, Stewart Downing, Charlie Adam and Craig Bellamy. You respectfully relinquished those who no longer wished to play for the club and those who no longer possessed the talent to do so.You allowed Kenny Dalglish to return to his rightful home; to have the chance to finish what he started over two decades ago.But more important than any of this is, you ensured this happened at Liverpool Football Club. You ensured that there still was, and forever will be, a Liverpool Football Club.You ensured I will forever be proud of a lot of our support.I’ve always maintained that Liverpool Football Club will always exist as long as it has its supporters. During the final hours of Hicks and Gillett’s reign, this was proven true.What started as 200 people in The Sandon pub on Walton Breck Road making a few grumbles of discontent turned into thousands acting with the club’s best interests at heart – all because those who were at the top of the hierarchy weren’t doing so.The actions of Spirit of Shankly and other supporter groups – and to be a part of that while you were battling for the club – made me proud to be a Liverpool supporter again. It made me believe in those I stand next to on the Kop once more.I remember touching down after the Champions League final defeat in Athens and feeling a five-minute vibrate in my pocket; those who were home had text me in the vague, misguided hope my phone would work beyond Dover. Liverpool had lost a European Cup final 2-1, but more unsettling than that were the comments of Rafa Benitez after the full-time whistle. He was doing what was best for the club; it was at that point that the realisation set in – those above him weren’t doing so. I don’t think it’s been the same ever since.Not until you emerged from that courtroom in London and assured us the club was in good hands once again. In just three years, 119 years of history could have been erased due to arrogance and greed. The only epic swindle was that they were allowed to do it for so long.Thank you for being true to your word. You’ve been nothing but respectful to the culture of this football club, and consequently, the traditions of its supporters.There's a vital link between the players and the fans, between the city and the football club. They work with each other and help each other. The football club would not have 18 league titles or five European Cups if it wasn't for the city or the fans. The city wouldn't be what it is now if it wasn't for the football club.In your first game, I left Goodison Park after watching personnel not good enough for Liverpool Football Club embarrass themselves and the football club. I knew you had a massive task ahead to rebuild the club from the debris of Tom Hicks, George Gillett and others.Leaving this year, the personnel – and feeling – could not have been different. It shows that the club, even in 12 months, is heading in the right direction.Thank you for Luis Suarez. Thank you for Kenny Dalglish. Thank you, Mr. Henry, for ensuring we will hear that famous Anfield roar on a European night yet again; thank you for allowing that mosaic in my mind to keep expanding. Thank you for reminding me why we all wanted to support Liverpool Football Club to begin with; why those supporters who fought for the club would have made Shankly proud. But most of all, thank you for giving us our football club back; for making sure remembering that game against Port Vale, my first taste of Liverpool Football Club, didn't forever taste of tears as I remembered a club that was no more. I wrote this open letter to Stephen Hester, CEO of Royal Bank of Scotland, in August 2010. Dear Mr. Hester,Grobbelaar; Harkness, Hysen, Tanner, Burrows; McManaman, Molby, McMahon, Walters; Rush, SaundersThese names will mean nothing to you. In fact, these names, collectively, will probably mean nothing to most Liverpool supporters.To me, it’s that biting October wind. It’s the moment the door is knocked upon and your granddad stands there. It’s a hat, cap, badge or a scarf as you walk down Walton Breck Road and catch sight of what will come to define you as both a football fan and a person.Port Vale, Rumbelows Cup third round, 29 October 1991. My first match at Anfield. It wouldn’t be the last.I studied Dickens and Shakespeare at great depth in university, but my memory can hardly differentiate between Macbeth and Magwitch. The midfield of McManaman, Molby and McMahon is a different story.I remember seeing the ball hit the net from Rush’s header and hearing the sparse Kop roar. I will never forget the touch of my granddad’s hug as we scored as the smell of celebratory cigarettes filled the night air. My first taste of Liverpool Football Club.Ask any Liverpool fan about their first experience and they’ll be similarly encyclopaedic, because that’s what supporting this football club is about. A mosaic of memories in your mind displayed every time you see your team play.This football club has the most impressive mosaic of all. That famous Anfield roar on a European night originates from the voices of the thousands who have gone before us. Inter Milan, St. Etienne, Auxerre, Roma, Olympiakos, Juventus, Chelsea. Layer upon layer of the club's history being created by us, the fans.Football is the purest form of escapism. For 90 minutes, it doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor, married or single. For 90 minutes, it doesn't matter if you're a lawyer, a librarian or a landscape architect. You get lost in the experience of innocence. Part of you drifts back to that night against Port Vale, or that league match against Norwich; that time when all that mattered in the world was who started up front.That innocence has been ruined by snakes who slithered into our garden and offered David Moores the fruit of his labours three-and-a-half years ago. Moores devoured, and now Liverpool supporters have to suffer for his sin.Now, it feels like we have to be chartered accountants to understand the football club. We’re sending letters to your bank using words and terms it’s not our job to fully comprehend. When my grandfather took me to that Port Vale game in 1991, he was taking me to watch a football match, not a business venture.All of our actions and efforts to remove Hicks & Gillett are necessary evils. Just because we do it doesn’t mean we enjoy it. It will make us stronger and it will bring the fans of this football club together once more, but I look forward to the day we can all stand united over our support for a new left-back, as opposed to disdain for leveraged buyouts.I don’t know what to believe, but I know the fact that this sort of business is our business is the most lamentable part of it all – Shankly’s holy trinity of manager, players and supporters is not sacred anymore.Perhaps there should be intentions from those in power to do something with Liverpool Football Club that hasn’t happened from the moment David Moores accepted Hicks and Gillett’s bid.Act with the best interests of the club, and its supporters, in mind - give us our football club back. I wrote this letter to John W. Henry this evening as the one-year anniversary of Fenway Sports Group approaches. Dear Mr. Henry,Reina; Jose Enrique, Carragher, Skrtel, Kelly; Downing, Lucas, Adam, Kuyt; Suarez, CarrollThese names will mean everything to you. In fact, these names, collectively, will mean everything to most Liverpool supporters.It was the team that disposed of Everton in the Merseyside derby so callously, so superbly. It was the team that possessed and displayed every important attribute – mental and physical - ensuring the man advantage from Rodwell’s red card was fully appreciated. It was a team that had proven quality on the bench in Craig Bellamy and Steven Gerrard, as well as exciting young prospects such as Sebastian Coates, John Flanagan and Jordan Henderson.But most importantly, it was a team. It was Kenny’s team. It was our team. When I wrote the letter to Mr. Hester, it was our lowest ebb. I didn’t write that as a journalist, nor necessarily as a Liverpool supporter. I wrote it as someone who watched something he loved slowly die. I wrote it as a desperate plea for a stay of execution; a final attempt to stop the plug from being pulled on a 119-year-old institution. I know my words alone did nothing. I doubt you even read them. But you read our words. Thousands of letters, e-mails, phone calls; thousands of people trying their best to educate others about the state of our football club. The individual words may not have been processed, but the collective vitriol was. My letter was just a mere cinder flying from the raging fire heading towards Tom Hicks and George Gillett. If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? It does if there’s tens of thousands of them, all at once, falling together, screaming to save their club.When you, Mr. Werner and the rest of Fenway Sports Group bought Liverpool last October, you saved that club. Sometimes, it’s easy to forget that.People, rightfully, will focus on your transfer activity. You brought in Luis Suarez, a player whom we just can’t get enough of; a player who we just can’t believe how little we paid for us. You brought in Andy Carroll, a player who – hopefully – Suarez will partner for years to come.You brought in Jose Enrique, Jordan Henderson, Sebastian Coates, Stewart Downing, Charlie Adam and Craig Bellamy. You respectfully relinquished those who no longer wished to play for the club and those who no longer possessed the talent to do so.You allowed Kenny Dalglish to return to his rightful home; to have the chance to finish what he started over two decades ago.But more important than any of this is, you ensured this happened at Liverpool Football Club. You ensured that there still was, and forever will be, a Liverpool Football Club.You ensured I will forever be proud of a lot of our support.I’ve always maintained that Liverpool Football Club will always exist as long as it has its supporters. During the final hours of Hicks and Gillett’s reign, this was proven true.What started as 200 people in The Sandon pub on Walton Breck Road making a few grumbles of discontent turned into thousands acting with the club’s best interests at heart – all because those who were at the top of the hierarchy weren’t doing so.The actions of Spirit of Shankly and other supporter groups – and to be a part of that while you were battling for the club – made me proud to be a Liverpool supporter again. It made me believe in those I stand next to on the Kop once more.I remember touching down after the Champions League final defeat in Athens and feeling a five-minute vibrate in my pocket; those who were home had text me in the vague, misguided hope my phone would work beyond Dover. Liverpool had lost a European Cup final 2-1, but more unsettling than that were the comments of Rafa Benitez after the full-time whistle. He was doing what was best for the club; it was at that point that the realisation set in – those above him weren’t doing so. I don’t think it’s been the same ever since.Not until you emerged from that courtroom in London and assured us the club was in good hands once again. In just three years, 119 years of history could have been erased due to arrogance and greed. The only epic swindle was that they were allowed to do it for so long.Thank you for being true to your word. You’ve been nothing but respectful to the culture of this football club, and consequently, the traditions of its supporters.There's a vital link between the players and the fans, between the city and the football club. They work with each other and help each other. The football club would not have 18 league titles or five European Cups if it wasn't for the city or the fans. The city wouldn't be what it is now if it wasn't for the football club.In your first game, I left Goodison Park after watching personnel not good enough for Liverpool Football Club embarrass themselves and the football club. I knew you had a massive task ahead to rebuild the club from the debris of Tom Hicks, George Gillett and others.Leaving this year, the personnel – and feeling – could not have been different. It shows that the club, even in 12 months, is heading in the right direction.Thank you for Luis Suarez. Thank you for Kenny Dalglish. Thank you, Mr. Henry, for ensuring we will hear that famous Anfield roar on a European night yet again; thank you for allowing that mosaic in my mind to keep expanding. Thank you for reminding me why we all wanted to support Liverpool Football Club to begin with; why those supporters who fought for the club would have made Shankly proud. But most of all, thank you for giving us our football club back; for making sure remembering that game against Port Vale, my first taste of Liverpool Football Club, didn't forever taste of tears as I remembered a club that was no more. Wed, 12 Oct 2011 06:55:42 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Dear-Mr-Henry/blog/5287789/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-10-12T06:55:42Z The Kop I wrote this open letter to Stephen Hester, CEO of Royal Bank of Scotland, in August 2010. Dear Mr. Hester,Grobbelaar; Harkness, Hysen, Tanner, Burrows; McManaman, Molby, McMahon, Walters; Rush, SaundersThese names will mean nothing to you. In fact, these names, collectively, will probably mean nothing to most Liverpool supporters.To me, it’s that biting October wind. It’s the moment the door is knocked upon and your granddad stands there. It’s a hat, cap, badge or a scarf as you walk down Walton Breck Road and catch sight of what will come to define you as both a football fan and a person.Port Vale, Rumbelows Cup third round, 29 October 1991. My first match at Anfield. It wouldn’t be the last.I studied Dickens and Shakespeare at great depth in university, but my memory can hardly differentiate between Macbeth and Magwitch. The midfield of McManaman, Molby and McMahon is a different story.I remember seeing the ball hit the net from Rush’s header and hearing the sparse Kop roar. I will never forget the touch of my granddad’s hug as we scored as the smell of celebratory cigarettes filled the night air. My first taste of Liverpool Football Club.Ask any Liverpool fan about their first experience and they’ll be similarly encyclopaedic, because that’s what supporting this football club is about. A mosaic of memories in your mind displayed every time you see your team play.This football club has the most impressive mosaic of all. That famous Anfield roar on a European night originates from the voices of the thousands who have gone before us. Inter Milan, St. Etienne, Auxerre, Roma, Olympiakos, Juventus, Chelsea. Layer upon layer of the club's history being created by us, the fans.Football is the purest form of escapism. For 90 minutes, it doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor, married or single. For 90 minutes, it doesn't matter if you're a lawyer, a librarian or a landscape architect. You get lost in the experience of innocence. Part of you drifts back to that night against Port Vale, or that league match against Norwich; that time when all that mattered in the world was who started up front.That innocence has been ruined by snakes who slithered into our garden and offered David Moores the fruit of his labours three-and-a-half years ago. Moores devoured, and now Liverpool supporters have to suffer for his sin.Now, it feels like we have to be chartered accountants to understand the football club. We’re sending letters to your bank using words and terms it’s not our job to fully comprehend. When my grandfather took me to that Port Vale game in 1991, he was taking me to watch a football match, not a business venture.All of our actions and efforts to remove Hicks & Gillett are necessary evils. Just because we do it doesn’t mean we enjoy it. It will make us stronger and it will bring the fans of this football club together once more, but I look forward to the day we can all stand united over our support for a new left-back, as opposed to disdain for leveraged buyouts.I don’t know what to believe, but I know the fact that this sort of business is our business is the most lamentable part of it all – Shankly’s holy trinity of manager, players and supporters is not sacred anymore.Perhaps there should be intentions from those in power to do something with Liverpool Football Club that hasn’t happened from the moment David Moores accepted Hicks and Gillett’s bid.Act with the best interests of the club, and its supporters, in mind - give us our football club back. I wrote this letter to John W. Henry this evening as the one-year anniversary of Fenway Sports Group approaches. Dear Mr. Henry,Reina; Jose Enrique, Carragher, Skrtel, Kelly; Downing, Lucas, Adam, Kuyt; Suarez, CarrollThese names will mean everything to you. In fact, these names, collectively, will mean everything to most Liverpool supporters.It was the team that disposed of Everton in the Merseyside derby so callously, so superbly. It was the team that possessed and displayed every important attribute – mental and physical - ensuring the man advantage from Rodwell’s red card was fully appreciated. It was a team that had proven quality on the bench in Craig Bellamy and Steven Gerrard, as well as exciting young prospects such as Sebastian Coates, John Flanagan and Jordan Henderson.But most importantly, it was a team. It was Kenny’s team. It was our team. When I wrote the letter to Mr. Hester, it was our lowest ebb. I didn’t write that as a journalist, nor necessarily as a Liverpool supporter. I wrote it as someone who watched something he loved slowly die. I wrote it as a desperate plea for a stay of execution; a final attempt to stop the plug from being pulled on a 119-year-old institution. I know my words alone did nothing. I doubt you even read them. But you read our words. Thousands of letters, e-mails, phone calls; thousands of people trying their best to educate others about the state of our football club. The individual words may not have been processed, but the collective vitriol was. My letter was just a mere cinder flying from the raging fire heading towards Tom Hicks and George Gillett. If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? It does if there’s tens of thousands of them, all at once, falling together, screaming to save their club.When you, Mr. Werner and the rest of Fenway Sports Group bought Liverpool last October, you saved that club. Sometimes, it’s easy to forget that.People, rightfully, will focus on your transfer activity. You brought in Luis Suarez, a player whom we just can’t get enough of; a player who we just can’t believe how little we paid for us. You brought in Andy Carroll, a player who – hopefully – Suarez will partner for years to come.You brought in Jose Enrique, Jordan Henderson, Sebastian Coates, Stewart Downing, Charlie Adam and Craig Bellamy. You respectfully relinquished those who no longer wished to play for the club and those who no longer possessed the talent to do so.You allowed Kenny Dalglish to return to his rightful home; to have the chance to finish what he started over two decades ago.But more important than any of this is, you ensured this happened at Liverpool Football Club. You ensured that there still was, and forever will be, a Liverpool Football Club.You ensured I will forever be proud of a lot of our support.I’ve always maintained that Liverpool Football Club will always exist as long as it has its supporters. During the final hours of Hicks and Gillett’s reign, this was proven true.What started as 200 people in The Sandon pub on Walton Breck Road making a few grumbles of discontent turned into thousands acting with the club’s best interests at heart – all because those who were at the top of the hierarchy weren’t doing so.The actions of Spirit of Shankly and other supporter groups – and to be a part of that while you were battling for the club – made me proud to be a Liverpool supporter again. It made me believe in those I stand next to on the Kop once more.I remember touching down after the Champions League final defeat in Athens and feeling a five-minute vibrate in my pocket; those who were home had text me in the vague, misguided hope my phone would work beyond Dover. Liverpool had lost a European Cup final 2-1, but more unsettling than that were the comments of Rafa Benitez after the full-time whistle. He was doing what was best for the club; it was at that point that the realisation set in – those above him weren’t doing so. I don’t think it’s been the same ever since.Not until you emerged from that courtroom in London and assured us the club was in good hands once again. In just three years, 119 years of history could have been erased due to arrogance and greed. The only epic swindle was that they were allowed to do it for so long.Thank you for being true to your word. You’ve been nothing but respectful to the culture of this football club, and consequently, the traditions of its supporters.There's a vital link between the players and the fans, between the city and the football club. They work with each other and help each other. The football club would not have 18 league titles or five European Cups if it wasn't for the city or the fans. The city wouldn't be what it is now if it wasn't for the football club.In your first game, I left Goodison Park after watching personnel not good enough for Liverpool Football Club embarrass themselves and the football club. I knew you had a massive task ahead to rebuild the club from the debris of Tom Hicks, George Gillett and others.Leaving this year, the personnel – and feeling – could not have been different. It shows that the club, even in 12 months, is heading in the right direction.Thank you for Luis Suarez. Thank you for Kenny Dalglish. Thank you, Mr. Henry, for ensuring we will hear that famous Anfield roar on a European night yet again; thank you for allowing that mosaic in my mind to keep expanding. Thank you for reminding me why we all wanted to support Liverpool Football Club to begin with; why those supporters who fought for the club would have made Shankly proud. But most of all, thank you for giving us our football club back; for making sure remembering that game against Port Vale, my first taste of Liverpool Football Club, didn't forever taste of tears as I remembered a club that was no more. nonadult false Dear Mr. Henry text blog 104433 121 4.87603 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 169 4 5287789 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-why-why-the-criticism/blog/5112917/173471.html IT was the excellent Sid Lowe who said: give a man a mask and he will tell the truth; give a man a username and he will act like a total expletive.  Four letters long and no, it’s not that one. There’s little imagination needed to guess the expletive.But it does take some imagination to envisage some of the words written about Kenny Dalglish after Liverpool’s defeat to Stoke.It was a frustrating game for Liverpool, but not necessarily fruitless. They left the Britannia Stadium with no points, but with no more fear of tough games on the road either.Some players failed to replicate their form from the first three league games; Jamie Carragher give away a debatable penalty, while Liverpool deserved one of their own after Rory Delap’s handball. Even Luis Suarez, as excellent and effervescent as always, missed an open goal in the final moments of the game.Despite all that, most supporters wrote it off as simply one of those days; a footballing cliché, but merited nonetheless.It would be worrisome for Liverpool supporters if those days were frequent, troublesome if the Reds’ Britannia defeat this year was as soul-destroying as last year. Neither is true.What’s bothersome, however, is the reaction of a few in the press. Enough has been written about the two articles in question. Sachin Nakrani of The Guardian, who deservedly received a lambasting for calling Kenny Dalglish’s mental health into question, explained his comments to The Anfield Wrap, while Gareth Roberts tackled Russell Kempson’s attempted hatchet job head on with more talent than Kempson has in his little finger.Perhaps focus should fall upon why it was said, as opposed to what was said.Why, after Liverpool produced their best performance in four years at the Britannia, did the spotlight fall upon Kenny’s articulate, calculated comments in his post-match press conference?Why did this game, after Liverpool were denied time after time by goalkeeper who will become one of the best in the country, if not Europe, signal the end of Liverpool’s love affair with Kenny Dalglish?Why, after Jose Enrique remained untroubled, Stewart Downing remained diligent down the wing and Craig Bellamy remained relentless and impactful as a second-half substitute, were Dalglish’s summer signings called into question?Why, why, why, Delilah reverberated around the stadium, much like it had at the climax at Liverpool’s past three visits there. The same result, but a different mentality from Liverpool supporters as they took their leave.The only meaningful strike on goal Stoke had throughout the 90 minutes was the uncontested one from 12 yards out. Crouch was quietened, Etherington and Pennant subdued, the aerial prowess of Huth, Shawcross and Upson repressed.For years, Liverpool have approached Stoke City with trepidation; their reputation of bruising football, goring clubs who dare hold the red rag of defeat towards them, proven true. The fact Stoke have very competent players with the ball at their feet, led by a manager who has steered the club from the Championship to Europe within four years, is largely ignored; it’s the beast, not the beauty, which makes headlines.With over 13 foot of heading ability on the substitutes bench in Coates and Carroll, Kenny Dalglish made it clear against Stoke, just as he has done throughout his reign, that his Liverpool would not be dictated to. He started Suarez, Downing and Kuyt; he put Henderson, Adam and Lucas together in midfield. Liverpool would not worry about Stoke’s aerial bombardment and physicality; Stoke would worry about Liverpool’s pace, trickery, passing and movement.Kenny’s purpose was exemplified by Liverpool’s 20 shots to Stoke’s three; by their ball retention and the knowledge that similar performances throughout the season will see Liverpool near the summit of the league. The result might not have been the desired one for Dalglish, but the intent was clear. It has been since he took charge of the football club in January.I wrote after the draw to Sunderland about how it wasn’t patience needed, but context. Now all I’m asking for is a modicum of common sense – more than what was exhibited in the aforementioned national newspapers.His questioning of refereeing decisions were not an indication of mental instability, merely a display of grievance about the referee’s performance – much like the plethora of grievances heard in post-match press conferences on Saturday evenings.The love Liverpool supporters possess for Kenny Dalglish is not just because he won countless trophies as a player, three league championships as a manager and acted as a decorous ambassador of the football club and the city. That does help, of course. Not only was Kenny Dalglish the club’s greatest ever player, but he was also its greatest ever person; the majority of Liverpool supporters will never forget that.This love is not pre-dated to 1991; that love rested upon the vocal chords of Reds everywhere for 20 years, finally released at Old Trafford as frenzied, visceral cry of his name, over and over, louder and louder, recompensing for all those times it couldn’t be chanted. This love is because of 12 wins and 41 goals since he took charge, the majority occurring when he truly moulded the players at his disposal; this love is because he raised the club from 12th to within touching distance of Europe, from despair to delirium with each passing game. This love is because he is not just overseeing a squad transformed, but a football club as well. The squad now boasts Suarez, Carroll, Downing, Adam, Enrique, Henderson, Bellamy; the football club now boasts the old winning mentality so prevalent at the club in the 1970s and 1980s, a football club with a manager who knows how to take them back to the pinnacle of their sport.This love is because of his beaming smile after his side scores a goal, his acerbic wit at inane questions from incompetent reporters and his genuine bewilderment at refereeing decisions. This love is because he’s just like any other supporter. No newspaper article will ever stop that.As the full-time whistle blew at the Britannia last season, fans spewed vitriol at a man who struggled to represent the football club, both on and off the pitch. Heads rested in sweaty, shaking palms losing more games than winning in November, with no knowledge of how far the club could sink. Four of those on the bench that day have since been deemed surplus to requirements. In their places, a highly-rated Uruguayan centre-back, a wily veteran attacker from Argentina, a steadfast, skilled Welshman and an English centre-forward. There was even room for Glen Johnson to come back from injury too, albeit he’d sustain a fresh one after being introduced. But those five, as well as the rest of the squad and Kenny Dalglish didn’t’ receive vitriol. The defeat has been met with understanding and rationality amongst the majority of supporters; sadly that can’t be claimed about some parts of the media.There’s no inverted speech marks needed; Kenny is still the Kop’s king and the football club is still going forward at an impressive rate. One defeat to Stoke doesn’t change that. That, despite what some think, is the truth.It seems you don’t even need a mask to tell the truth anymore - just listen to the travelling Kop, instead. IT was the excellent Sid Lowe who said: give a man a mask and he will tell the truth; give a man a username and he will act like a total expletive.  Four letters long and no, it’s not that one. There’s little imagination needed to guess the expletive.But it does take some imagination to envisage some of the words written about Kenny Dalglish after Liverpool’s defeat to Stoke.It was a frustrating game for Liverpool, but not necessarily fruitless. They left the Britannia Stadium with no points, but with no more fear of tough games on the road either.Some players failed to replicate their form from the first three league games; Jamie Carragher give away a debatable penalty, while Liverpool deserved one of their own after Rory Delap’s handball. Even Luis Suarez, as excellent and effervescent as always, missed an open goal in the final moments of the game.Despite all that, most supporters wrote it off as simply one of those days; a footballing cliché, but merited nonetheless.It would be worrisome for Liverpool supporters if those days were frequent, troublesome if the Reds’ Britannia defeat this year was as soul-destroying as last year. Neither is true.What’s bothersome, however, is the reaction of a few in the press. Enough has been written about the two articles in question. Sachin Nakrani of The Guardian, who deservedly received a lambasting for calling Kenny Dalglish’s mental health into question, explained his comments to The Anfield Wrap, while Gareth Roberts tackled Russell Kempson’s attempted hatchet job head on with more talent than Kempson has in his little finger.Perhaps focus should fall upon why it was said, as opposed to what was said.Why, after Liverpool produced their best performance in four years at the Britannia, did the spotlight fall upon Kenny’s articulate, calculated comments in his post-match press conference?Why did this game, after Liverpool were denied time after time by goalkeeper who will become one of the best in the country, if not Europe, signal the end of Liverpool’s love affair with Kenny Dalglish?Why, after Jose Enrique remained untroubled, Stewart Downing remained diligent down the wing and Craig Bellamy remained relentless and impactful as a second-half substitute, were Dalglish’s summer signings called into question?Why, why, why, Delilah reverberated around the stadium, much like it had at the climax at Liverpool’s past three visits there. The same result, but a different mentality from Liverpool supporters as they took their leave.The only meaningful strike on goal Stoke had throughout the 90 minutes was the uncontested one from 12 yards out. Crouch was quietened, Etherington and Pennant subdued, the aerial prowess of Huth, Shawcross and Upson repressed.For years, Liverpool have approached Stoke City with trepidation; their reputation of bruising football, goring clubs who dare hold the red rag of defeat towards them, proven true. The fact Stoke have very competent players with the ball at their feet, led by a manager who has steered the club from the Championship to Europe within four years, is largely ignored; it’s the beast, not the beauty, which makes headlines.With over 13 foot of heading ability on the substitutes bench in Coates and Carroll, Kenny Dalglish made it clear against Stoke, just as he has done throughout his reign, that his Liverpool would not be dictated to. He started Suarez, Downing and Kuyt; he put Henderson, Adam and Lucas together in midfield. Liverpool would not worry about Stoke’s aerial bombardment and physicality; Stoke would worry about Liverpool’s pace, trickery, passing and movement.Kenny’s purpose was exemplified by Liverpool’s 20 shots to Stoke’s three; by their ball retention and the knowledge that similar performances throughout the season will see Liverpool near the summit of the league. The result might not have been the desired one for Dalglish, but the intent was clear. It has been since he took charge of the football club in January.I wrote after the draw to Sunderland about how it wasn’t patience needed, but context. Now all I’m asking for is a modicum of common sense – more than what was exhibited in the aforementioned national newspapers.His questioning of refereeing decisions were not an indication of mental instability, merely a display of grievance about the referee’s performance – much like the plethora of grievances heard in post-match press conferences on Saturday evenings.The love Liverpool supporters possess for Kenny Dalglish is not just because he won countless trophies as a player, three league championships as a manager and acted as a decorous ambassador of the football club and the city. That does help, of course. Not only was Kenny Dalglish the club’s greatest ever player, but he was also its greatest ever person; the majority of Liverpool supporters will never forget that.This love is not pre-dated to 1991; that love rested upon the vocal chords of Reds everywhere for 20 years, finally released at Old Trafford as frenzied, visceral cry of his name, over and over, louder and louder, recompensing for all those times it couldn’t be chanted. This love is because of 12 wins and 41 goals since he took charge, the majority occurring when he truly moulded the players at his disposal; this love is because he raised the club from 12th to within touching distance of Europe, from despair to delirium with each passing game. This love is because he is not just overseeing a squad transformed, but a football club as well. The squad now boasts Suarez, Carroll, Downing, Adam, Enrique, Henderson, Bellamy; the football club now boasts the old winning mentality so prevalent at the club in the 1970s and 1980s, a football club with a manager who knows how to take them back to the pinnacle of their sport.This love is because of his beaming smile after his side scores a goal, his acerbic wit at inane questions from incompetent reporters and his genuine bewilderment at refereeing decisions. This love is because he’s just like any other supporter. No newspaper article will ever stop that.As the full-time whistle blew at the Britannia last season, fans spewed vitriol at a man who struggled to represent the football club, both on and off the pitch. Heads rested in sweaty, shaking palms losing more games than winning in November, with no knowledge of how far the club could sink. Four of those on the bench that day have since been deemed surplus to requirements. In their places, a highly-rated Uruguayan centre-back, a wily veteran attacker from Argentina, a steadfast, skilled Welshman and an English centre-forward. There was even room for Glen Johnson to come back from injury too, albeit he’d sustain a fresh one after being introduced. But those five, as well as the rest of the squad and Kenny Dalglish didn’t’ receive vitriol. The defeat has been met with understanding and rationality amongst the majority of supporters; sadly that can’t be claimed about some parts of the media.There’s no inverted speech marks needed; Kenny is still the Kop’s king and the football club is still going forward at an impressive rate. One defeat to Stoke doesn’t change that. That, despite what some think, is the truth.It seems you don’t even need a mask to tell the truth anymore - just listen to the travelling Kop, instead. Wed, 14 Sep 2011 23:29:31 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-why-why-the-criticism/blog/5112917/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-09-14T23:29:31Z The Kop IT was the excellent Sid Lowe who said: give a man a mask and he will tell the truth; give a man a username and he will act like a total expletive.  Four letters long and no, it’s not that one. There’s little imagination needed to guess the expletive.But it does take some imagination to envisage some of the words written about Kenny Dalglish after Liverpool’s defeat to Stoke.It was a frustrating game for Liverpool, but not necessarily fruitless. They left the Britannia Stadium with no points, but with no more fear of tough games on the road either.Some players failed to replicate their form from the first three league games; Jamie Carragher give away a debatable penalty, while Liverpool deserved one of their own after Rory Delap’s handball. Even Luis Suarez, as excellent and effervescent as always, missed an open goal in the final moments of the game.Despite all that, most supporters wrote it off as simply one of those days; a footballing cliché, but merited nonetheless.It would be worrisome for Liverpool supporters if those days were frequent, troublesome if the Reds’ Britannia defeat this year was as soul-destroying as last year. Neither is true.What’s bothersome, however, is the reaction of a few in the press. Enough has been written about the two articles in question. Sachin Nakrani of The Guardian, who deservedly received a lambasting for calling Kenny Dalglish’s mental health into question, explained his comments to The Anfield Wrap, while Gareth Roberts tackled Russell Kempson’s attempted hatchet job head on with more talent than Kempson has in his little finger.Perhaps focus should fall upon why it was said, as opposed to what was said.Why, after Liverpool produced their best performance in four years at the Britannia, did the spotlight fall upon Kenny’s articulate, calculated comments in his post-match press conference?Why did this game, after Liverpool were denied time after time by goalkeeper who will become one of the best in the country, if not Europe, signal the end of Liverpool’s love affair with Kenny Dalglish?Why, after Jose Enrique remained untroubled, Stewart Downing remained diligent down the wing and Craig Bellamy remained relentless and impactful as a second-half substitute, were Dalglish’s summer signings called into question?Why, why, why, Delilah reverberated around the stadium, much like it had at the climax at Liverpool’s past three visits there. The same result, but a different mentality from Liverpool supporters as they took their leave.The only meaningful strike on goal Stoke had throughout the 90 minutes was the uncontested one from 12 yards out. Crouch was quietened, Etherington and Pennant subdued, the aerial prowess of Huth, Shawcross and Upson repressed.For years, Liverpool have approached Stoke City with trepidation; their reputation of bruising football, goring clubs who dare hold the red rag of defeat towards them, proven true. The fact Stoke have very competent players with the ball at their feet, led by a manager who has steered the club from the Championship to Europe within four years, is largely ignored; it’s the beast, not the beauty, which makes headlines.With over 13 foot of heading ability on the substitutes bench in Coates and Carroll, Kenny Dalglish made it clear against Stoke, just as he has done throughout his reign, that his Liverpool would not be dictated to. He started Suarez, Downing and Kuyt; he put Henderson, Adam and Lucas together in midfield. Liverpool would not worry about Stoke’s aerial bombardment and physicality; Stoke would worry about Liverpool’s pace, trickery, passing and movement.Kenny’s purpose was exemplified by Liverpool’s 20 shots to Stoke’s three; by their ball retention and the knowledge that similar performances throughout the season will see Liverpool near the summit of the league. The result might not have been the desired one for Dalglish, but the intent was clear. It has been since he took charge of the football club in January.I wrote after the draw to Sunderland about how it wasn’t patience needed, but context. Now all I’m asking for is a modicum of common sense – more than what was exhibited in the aforementioned national newspapers.His questioning of refereeing decisions were not an indication of mental instability, merely a display of grievance about the referee’s performance – much like the plethora of grievances heard in post-match press conferences on Saturday evenings.The love Liverpool supporters possess for Kenny Dalglish is not just because he won countless trophies as a player, three league championships as a manager and acted as a decorous ambassador of the football club and the city. That does help, of course. Not only was Kenny Dalglish the club’s greatest ever player, but he was also its greatest ever person; the majority of Liverpool supporters will never forget that.This love is not pre-dated to 1991; that love rested upon the vocal chords of Reds everywhere for 20 years, finally released at Old Trafford as frenzied, visceral cry of his name, over and over, louder and louder, recompensing for all those times it couldn’t be chanted. This love is because of 12 wins and 41 goals since he took charge, the majority occurring when he truly moulded the players at his disposal; this love is because he raised the club from 12th to within touching distance of Europe, from despair to delirium with each passing game. This love is because he is not just overseeing a squad transformed, but a football club as well. The squad now boasts Suarez, Carroll, Downing, Adam, Enrique, Henderson, Bellamy; the football club now boasts the old winning mentality so prevalent at the club in the 1970s and 1980s, a football club with a manager who knows how to take them back to the pinnacle of their sport.This love is because of his beaming smile after his side scores a goal, his acerbic wit at inane questions from incompetent reporters and his genuine bewilderment at refereeing decisions. This love is because he’s just like any other supporter. No newspaper article will ever stop that.As the full-time whistle blew at the Britannia last season, fans spewed vitriol at a man who struggled to represent the football club, both on and off the pitch. Heads rested in sweaty, shaking palms losing more games than winning in November, with no knowledge of how far the club could sink. Four of those on the bench that day have since been deemed surplus to requirements. In their places, a highly-rated Uruguayan centre-back, a wily veteran attacker from Argentina, a steadfast, skilled Welshman and an English centre-forward. There was even room for Glen Johnson to come back from injury too, albeit he’d sustain a fresh one after being introduced. But those five, as well as the rest of the squad and Kenny Dalglish didn’t’ receive vitriol. The defeat has been met with understanding and rationality amongst the majority of supporters; sadly that can’t be claimed about some parts of the media.There’s no inverted speech marks needed; Kenny is still the Kop’s king and the football club is still going forward at an impressive rate. One defeat to Stoke doesn’t change that. That, despite what some think, is the truth.It seems you don’t even need a mask to tell the truth anymore - just listen to the travelling Kop, instead. nonadult false Why, why, why the criticism? text blog 4772 18 4.77778 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 31 0 5112917 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-this-summer-will-make-Suarez-smile/blog/5086540/173471.html BONG. Boom, snap, whistle, crackle, shut; and with that, the transfer window – with all of Sky’s pomp and circumstance - closed.The ringmaster Jim White, now somehow the main attraction, proclaimed names as his time drew near. “Wright-Phillips! Arteta! Bellamy!” he croaked akin to a dying swan’s final song before finally, mercifully, ceasing the incessant bellowing. 11 o’clock had passed. The final deals were struck. Charlie Adam had his face superimposed onto fireworks. A job well done by all.Well, almost. Five minutes after the superficial countdown clock stopped, ten minutes after Craig Bellamy had sealed a return to his boyhood club, Raul Meireles followed in his fellow Iberian’s footsteps and left for Stamford Bridge.Meireles was always a player who divided opinion; true to form, his departure did likewise. Some chose to see Meireles’ move as smart, understandable and best for both player and Liverpool Football Club; others felt it constituted a transfer window spoiled, a player whose economy of possession and long-range shooting would be sorely missed.Whatever the judgment on Meireles, his last-minute departure should not be dwelt upon. Kenny Dalglish won’t be.I wrote in February about why Liverpool’s winner at Stamford Bridge was the perfect goal; ironically, it was scored by Raul Merieles. But the sentiment still stands.Liverpool’s squad has been streamlined. Raul Meireles’ departure became the 18th of 19th since Fenway Sports Group took charge – few of them were involuntary. In their place, not only players who want to play for Liverpool, but crucially, players who are good enough to play for Liverpool; players good enough to achieve the standards dictated by the club’s history and set by Kenny Dalglish.With respect to their predecessors, the improvement this summer’s seven signings bring to the squad is immeasurable. Each signing adds something different, something better, to the squad.It might be hard to quantify, but it’s not hard to notice already with just four competitive fixtures played.Jose Enrique’s speed, distribution and intelligence have been craved for years. The midfield duo of Adam and Henderson provide passing and movement in abundance, while Downing provided a glimpse of his capabilities with his solo effort against Sunderland. It’s enough to leave supporters salivating for more - especially given Sebastian Coates and Craig Bellamy are yet to feature. But while the Kop’s knowledge on the 6 foot 6 Uruguayan centre-back is limited to his impressive showings at the Copa America, they know all about Craig Bellamy. Quick, tenacious and relentless, Bellamy impressed during his first tenure at Anfield cut short by circumstance. Most impressive from Bellamy, however, is his voracious desire to play for Liverpool again – something which can also be said of Coates rejecting Atletico Madrid, or even reserve goalkeeper Doni, willing to become Pepe Reina’s understudy.On the pitch, Henderson and Adam’s celebrations after their goals against Bolton Wanderers epitomised their dedication to the club. If the Liverpool hierarchy wanted to bring in players who give everything to the club - both in talent and dedication – then this transfer window can be deemed one of their biggest successes. The bar has been set high. No player, surely, can exude the arête and ardour of Luis Suarez. Against Bolton, much like the entirety of his eight-month Liverpool career, Suarez was sensational, spectacular, sparkling, splendid, salient. Superlatives, nor alliteration, do him justice.I’ve likened his playing style before to watching the Minotaur perform Swan Lake, floating with grace before driving with pugnacity, tenacity, skill and strength; not so. Unlike the Minotaur, Suarez would have weaved through the Labyrinth in his trademark style, slain Theseus and become King of Athens. Instead, he must make do with being the quintessence of King Kenny’s Liverpool, playing with an amalgamation of delight and disdain upon his face. The delight came after the majestic ball he played with the outside of his right foot to Stewart Downing. Such are the frivolities of certain statistics, Suarez won’t be accredited with the assist. He should be. The ball may have touched Downing, Jaaskelainen, Kuyt and Henderson before the goal, but it was conjured purely from Luis Suarez’s ingenuity. The disdain came later; it came on the rare occurrence a shot, pass or piece of skill failed to do as instructed. He left the pitch to a standing ovation, but his smile barely emerged from a cantankerous contortion, entrenched on his face after his failure to score.But that’s the mentality Suarez possesses, and it’s one that’s precipitating to the rest of the squad. Even with three goals and three points secured, the team wanted more; the howl of anguish after Ivan Klasnic’s inconsequential consolation told the whole story. This is a squad that will always strive for better. That’s how Kenny Dalglish has built his squad. It’s not only a squad of good players, but one that’s leaner, meaner and tighter. The players brought in are ones of a similar mentality to players like Suarez, Kuyt, Lucas, Carragher, Gerrard and Reina. Kenny Dalglish, and Fenway, are seeing their plans come to fruition.Watching the circus of transfer deadline day, there were neither nervous twitches nor strained ears from Liverpool supporters. It’s much more entertaining when you’re not in the lion’s den. Bellamy or not, Liverpool had strengthened sufficiently; the Welshman was merely a wonderful bonus to a splendid summer. There’s genuine belief that – for the first time in years – those in charge know what they’re doing, and they’re doing so with the best interests of the club at heart.It’s enough to make Luis Suarez’s infectious smile permanent. Maybe. BONG. Boom, snap, whistle, crackle, shut; and with that, the transfer window – with all of Sky’s pomp and circumstance - closed.The ringmaster Jim White, now somehow the main attraction, proclaimed names as his time drew near. “Wright-Phillips! Arteta! Bellamy!” he croaked akin to a dying swan’s final song before finally, mercifully, ceasing the incessant bellowing. 11 o’clock had passed. The final deals were struck. Charlie Adam had his face superimposed onto fireworks. A job well done by all.Well, almost. Five minutes after the superficial countdown clock stopped, ten minutes after Craig Bellamy had sealed a return to his boyhood club, Raul Meireles followed in his fellow Iberian’s footsteps and left for Stamford Bridge.Meireles was always a player who divided opinion; true to form, his departure did likewise. Some chose to see Meireles’ move as smart, understandable and best for both player and Liverpool Football Club; others felt it constituted a transfer window spoiled, a player whose economy of possession and long-range shooting would be sorely missed.Whatever the judgment on Meireles, his last-minute departure should not be dwelt upon. Kenny Dalglish won’t be.I wrote in February about why Liverpool’s winner at Stamford Bridge was the perfect goal; ironically, it was scored by Raul Merieles. But the sentiment still stands.Liverpool’s squad has been streamlined. Raul Meireles’ departure became the 18th of 19th since Fenway Sports Group took charge – few of them were involuntary. In their place, not only players who want to play for Liverpool, but crucially, players who are good enough to play for Liverpool; players good enough to achieve the standards dictated by the club’s history and set by Kenny Dalglish.With respect to their predecessors, the improvement this summer’s seven signings bring to the squad is immeasurable. Each signing adds something different, something better, to the squad.It might be hard to quantify, but it’s not hard to notice already with just four competitive fixtures played.Jose Enrique’s speed, distribution and intelligence have been craved for years. The midfield duo of Adam and Henderson provide passing and movement in abundance, while Downing provided a glimpse of his capabilities with his solo effort against Sunderland. It’s enough to leave supporters salivating for more - especially given Sebastian Coates and Craig Bellamy are yet to feature. But while the Kop’s knowledge on the 6 foot 6 Uruguayan centre-back is limited to his impressive showings at the Copa America, they know all about Craig Bellamy. Quick, tenacious and relentless, Bellamy impressed during his first tenure at Anfield cut short by circumstance. Most impressive from Bellamy, however, is his voracious desire to play for Liverpool again – something which can also be said of Coates rejecting Atletico Madrid, or even reserve goalkeeper Doni, willing to become Pepe Reina’s understudy.On the pitch, Henderson and Adam’s celebrations after their goals against Bolton Wanderers epitomised their dedication to the club. If the Liverpool hierarchy wanted to bring in players who give everything to the club - both in talent and dedication – then this transfer window can be deemed one of their biggest successes. The bar has been set high. No player, surely, can exude the arête and ardour of Luis Suarez. Against Bolton, much like the entirety of his eight-month Liverpool career, Suarez was sensational, spectacular, sparkling, splendid, salient. Superlatives, nor alliteration, do him justice.I’ve likened his playing style before to watching the Minotaur perform Swan Lake, floating with grace before driving with pugnacity, tenacity, skill and strength; not so. Unlike the Minotaur, Suarez would have weaved through the Labyrinth in his trademark style, slain Theseus and become King of Athens. Instead, he must make do with being the quintessence of King Kenny’s Liverpool, playing with an amalgamation of delight and disdain upon his face. The delight came after the majestic ball he played with the outside of his right foot to Stewart Downing. Such are the frivolities of certain statistics, Suarez won’t be accredited with the assist. He should be. The ball may have touched Downing, Jaaskelainen, Kuyt and Henderson before the goal, but it was conjured purely from Luis Suarez’s ingenuity. The disdain came later; it came on the rare occurrence a shot, pass or piece of skill failed to do as instructed. He left the pitch to a standing ovation, but his smile barely emerged from a cantankerous contortion, entrenched on his face after his failure to score.But that’s the mentality Suarez possesses, and it’s one that’s precipitating to the rest of the squad. Even with three goals and three points secured, the team wanted more; the howl of anguish after Ivan Klasnic’s inconsequential consolation told the whole story. This is a squad that will always strive for better. That’s how Kenny Dalglish has built his squad. It’s not only a squad of good players, but one that’s leaner, meaner and tighter. The players brought in are ones of a similar mentality to players like Suarez, Kuyt, Lucas, Carragher, Gerrard and Reina. Kenny Dalglish, and Fenway, are seeing their plans come to fruition.Watching the circus of transfer deadline day, there were neither nervous twitches nor strained ears from Liverpool supporters. It’s much more entertaining when you’re not in the lion’s den. Bellamy or not, Liverpool had strengthened sufficiently; the Welshman was merely a wonderful bonus to a splendid summer. There’s genuine belief that – for the first time in years – those in charge know what they’re doing, and they’re doing so with the best interests of the club at heart.It’s enough to make Luis Suarez’s infectious smile permanent. Maybe. Fri, 02 Sep 2011 23:48:57 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-this-summer-will-make-Suarez-smile/blog/5086540/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-09-02T23:48:57Z The Kop BONG. Boom, snap, whistle, crackle, shut; and with that, the transfer window – with all of Sky’s pomp and circumstance - closed.The ringmaster Jim White, now somehow the main attraction, proclaimed names as his time drew near. “Wright-Phillips! Arteta! Bellamy!” he croaked akin to a dying swan’s final song before finally, mercifully, ceasing the incessant bellowing. 11 o’clock had passed. The final deals were struck. Charlie Adam had his face superimposed onto fireworks. A job well done by all.Well, almost. Five minutes after the superficial countdown clock stopped, ten minutes after Craig Bellamy had sealed a return to his boyhood club, Raul Meireles followed in his fellow Iberian’s footsteps and left for Stamford Bridge.Meireles was always a player who divided opinion; true to form, his departure did likewise. Some chose to see Meireles’ move as smart, understandable and best for both player and Liverpool Football Club; others felt it constituted a transfer window spoiled, a player whose economy of possession and long-range shooting would be sorely missed.Whatever the judgment on Meireles, his last-minute departure should not be dwelt upon. Kenny Dalglish won’t be.I wrote in February about why Liverpool’s winner at Stamford Bridge was the perfect goal; ironically, it was scored by Raul Merieles. But the sentiment still stands.Liverpool’s squad has been streamlined. Raul Meireles’ departure became the 18th of 19th since Fenway Sports Group took charge – few of them were involuntary. In their place, not only players who want to play for Liverpool, but crucially, players who are good enough to play for Liverpool; players good enough to achieve the standards dictated by the club’s history and set by Kenny Dalglish.With respect to their predecessors, the improvement this summer’s seven signings bring to the squad is immeasurable. Each signing adds something different, something better, to the squad.It might be hard to quantify, but it’s not hard to notice already with just four competitive fixtures played.Jose Enrique’s speed, distribution and intelligence have been craved for years. The midfield duo of Adam and Henderson provide passing and movement in abundance, while Downing provided a glimpse of his capabilities with his solo effort against Sunderland. It’s enough to leave supporters salivating for more - especially given Sebastian Coates and Craig Bellamy are yet to feature. But while the Kop’s knowledge on the 6 foot 6 Uruguayan centre-back is limited to his impressive showings at the Copa America, they know all about Craig Bellamy. Quick, tenacious and relentless, Bellamy impressed during his first tenure at Anfield cut short by circumstance. Most impressive from Bellamy, however, is his voracious desire to play for Liverpool again – something which can also be said of Coates rejecting Atletico Madrid, or even reserve goalkeeper Doni, willing to become Pepe Reina’s understudy.On the pitch, Henderson and Adam’s celebrations after their goals against Bolton Wanderers epitomised their dedication to the club. If the Liverpool hierarchy wanted to bring in players who give everything to the club - both in talent and dedication – then this transfer window can be deemed one of their biggest successes. The bar has been set high. No player, surely, can exude the arête and ardour of Luis Suarez. Against Bolton, much like the entirety of his eight-month Liverpool career, Suarez was sensational, spectacular, sparkling, splendid, salient. Superlatives, nor alliteration, do him justice.I’ve likened his playing style before to watching the Minotaur perform Swan Lake, floating with grace before driving with pugnacity, tenacity, skill and strength; not so. Unlike the Minotaur, Suarez would have weaved through the Labyrinth in his trademark style, slain Theseus and become King of Athens. Instead, he must make do with being the quintessence of King Kenny’s Liverpool, playing with an amalgamation of delight and disdain upon his face. The delight came after the majestic ball he played with the outside of his right foot to Stewart Downing. Such are the frivolities of certain statistics, Suarez won’t be accredited with the assist. He should be. The ball may have touched Downing, Jaaskelainen, Kuyt and Henderson before the goal, but it was conjured purely from Luis Suarez’s ingenuity. The disdain came later; it came on the rare occurrence a shot, pass or piece of skill failed to do as instructed. He left the pitch to a standing ovation, but his smile barely emerged from a cantankerous contortion, entrenched on his face after his failure to score.But that’s the mentality Suarez possesses, and it’s one that’s precipitating to the rest of the squad. Even with three goals and three points secured, the team wanted more; the howl of anguish after Ivan Klasnic’s inconsequential consolation told the whole story. This is a squad that will always strive for better. That’s how Kenny Dalglish has built his squad. It’s not only a squad of good players, but one that’s leaner, meaner and tighter. The players brought in are ones of a similar mentality to players like Suarez, Kuyt, Lucas, Carragher, Gerrard and Reina. Kenny Dalglish, and Fenway, are seeing their plans come to fruition.Watching the circus of transfer deadline day, there were neither nervous twitches nor strained ears from Liverpool supporters. It’s much more entertaining when you’re not in the lion’s den. Bellamy or not, Liverpool had strengthened sufficiently; the Welshman was merely a wonderful bonus to a splendid summer. There’s genuine belief that – for the first time in years – those in charge know what they’re doing, and they’re doing so with the best interests of the club at heart.It’s enough to make Luis Suarez’s infectious smile permanent. Maybe. nonadult false Why this summer will make Suarez smile text blog 174458 130 4.7615385 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 136 9 5086540 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-context-not-patience-is-needed/blog/5045484/173471.html PATIENCE. That was the key word written, over and over, by journalists and supporters in assessment of Liverpool’s opening weekend.Patience. Furiously shorthanded in every notebook and tapped on every laptop, urging the supporters to give Kenny Dalglish and his squad time after a 1-1 draw with Sunderland.I’ve used the word patience a number of times in this column over the past year, but not this week. Patience, in this instance, is wrong; patience indicates there’s something systematically at fault with the manager or the squad that needs time to be rectified. Patience was needed once Dalglish took charge as he strived to strengthen the defence, sharpen the attack and give confidence to those bereft of it as a consequence of the previous six months. It was also needed this summer, as the club gathered players right for the club – indeed, it’s still needed now, as the manager shapes the squad into his own.You can understand why the word has been used so frequently, though. After an hour against Sunderland, Anfield became restless. Songs had metamorphosed into sighs. Every misplaced pass was bemoaned; every scuffed shot and missed opportunity met with a collective head in hands. It sounded like impatience.But this wasn’t impatience. There was nothing to be impatient about. Supporters witnessed what the side was capable of within the opening 15 minutes. A penalty from Luis Suarez – albeit missed – created from his endeavour; a goal created by Charlie Adam’s left foot. Two things Anfield expected to see this season.There were other things, too; the crowd had come to expect Pepe Reina commanding, Agger imperviously defending and Lucas tempo-setting. They had been told of what the new signings would bring; Enrique’s intelligence, Henderson’s energy and Downing’s penetration. Half an hour of the new season had yet to pass and Liverpool supporters saw all of those things. Enrique’s balls to Suarez, Henderson’s relentless partnership with Lucas on the right, and then, what could have been the exclamation point – Downing’s individual attempt at breaking the crossbar in two.And of course, there was a fine Andy Carroll goal, struck off for having the temerity to jump higher than the defender.An excellent opening 45 minutes was immediately eradicated when Dowd began the second half. Larsson’s goal acted as a switch; agitation and restlessness followed, both on and off the pitch. Anfield knew what this newly-constructed side was capable of already. This wasn’t impatience, this was anxiety and frustration - anxiety at not getting the result the first half performance deserved; frustration that the anxiety was well-founded.Despite what some will say, there were few poor individual performances against Sunderland; the team simply couldn’t regain their first-half form – form the supporters already know they’re capable of. In the first half, the team appeared on a telekinetic conveyor belt at times, sliding into position perfectly as they waited to receive the ball. The defence looked composed, the midfield fluid and Carroll and Suarez asked the Sunderland defence a lot of questions, most primarily the conundrum of which one they wanted to mark. It was never really answered.Dalglish’s new men adapted admirably while last year’s stalwarts continued to impress. It changed in the second half, but it was enough to show that, while things will improve, there’s a solid foundation to begin with. Dowd’s full-time whistle acted as a sharp, piercing needle, popping the pre-season optimism. As the swollen Kop deflated into the streets outside, it was disappointment, not anger, which resided amongst the chattered drone of Walton Breck Road.It’s not patience Liverpool supporters have to afford the club because already, after one game, they’re aware of the squad’s capabilities. What they’re looking for is context.The draw against Sunderland is an occurrence throughout every season for every top team. Arsenal, Chelsea, Manchester City and Tottenham all dropped points at home in games they should have won. Even Manchester United, with their incredible home record, stumbled to a 2-2 draw against West Brom – a record slightly tarnished by their mediocre away form, worthy champions though they were.But at the start of a season, it feels different for supporters. It’s a new start, an unblemished league table, a chance to fantasise with friends about what the next nine months will bring. To exhibit the tempo, understanding and merger of genuine threats all over the pitch in the first half, and fail to replicate that in the next 45 minutes, was disappointing; a disappointment heightened by it coming on the opening weekend.Sunderland was merely the first game of a long season, and the first half had every supporter abuzz with optimism. Pepe Reina, Jamie Carragher and Daniel Agger won’t forget how to form a strong defence. Lucas won’t forget how to patrol a midfield. Charlie Adam won’t forget how to deliver a set-piece. Stewart Downing won’t forget how to find Andy Carroll, and Luis Suarez won’t stop being Luis Suarez.What will be forgotten soon enough is the disjointed second-half performance aided by a very well-organised Steve Bruce side, a poor refereeing performance, injuries to players and the side’s main attacking outlet feeling the strain of Uruguay’s successful Copa America campaign.When Liverpool line up at the Emirates this weekend, that context will have clarity. Liverpool mightn’t necessarily take the three points, but the support won’t need patience, just the knowledge that the players are capable of playing out Dalglish’s vision of his squad. Over the course of a 38 game league season, that will tell – especially when the first-half performance is maintained throughout the whole game.Soon, Johnson, Gerrard will return to full fitness, and Suarez will be capable of playing the full 90 minutes. Three players who are a big part of what Dalglish is trying to achieve. Johnson marauding down the right, Gerrard utilising space in the midfield and Suarez finishing everything those two create. The supporters might not need patience, but you’ll forgive them for not wanting to wait much longer to see that in full flow. PATIENCE. That was the key word written, over and over, by journalists and supporters in assessment of Liverpool’s opening weekend.Patience. Furiously shorthanded in every notebook and tapped on every laptop, urging the supporters to give Kenny Dalglish and his squad time after a 1-1 draw with Sunderland.I’ve used the word patience a number of times in this column over the past year, but not this week. Patience, in this instance, is wrong; patience indicates there’s something systematically at fault with the manager or the squad that needs time to be rectified. Patience was needed once Dalglish took charge as he strived to strengthen the defence, sharpen the attack and give confidence to those bereft of it as a consequence of the previous six months. It was also needed this summer, as the club gathered players right for the club – indeed, it’s still needed now, as the manager shapes the squad into his own.You can understand why the word has been used so frequently, though. After an hour against Sunderland, Anfield became restless. Songs had metamorphosed into sighs. Every misplaced pass was bemoaned; every scuffed shot and missed opportunity met with a collective head in hands. It sounded like impatience.But this wasn’t impatience. There was nothing to be impatient about. Supporters witnessed what the side was capable of within the opening 15 minutes. A penalty from Luis Suarez – albeit missed – created from his endeavour; a goal created by Charlie Adam’s left foot. Two things Anfield expected to see this season.There were other things, too; the crowd had come to expect Pepe Reina commanding, Agger imperviously defending and Lucas tempo-setting. They had been told of what the new signings would bring; Enrique’s intelligence, Henderson’s energy and Downing’s penetration. Half an hour of the new season had yet to pass and Liverpool supporters saw all of those things. Enrique’s balls to Suarez, Henderson’s relentless partnership with Lucas on the right, and then, what could have been the exclamation point – Downing’s individual attempt at breaking the crossbar in two.And of course, there was a fine Andy Carroll goal, struck off for having the temerity to jump higher than the defender.An excellent opening 45 minutes was immediately eradicated when Dowd began the second half. Larsson’s goal acted as a switch; agitation and restlessness followed, both on and off the pitch. Anfield knew what this newly-constructed side was capable of already. This wasn’t impatience, this was anxiety and frustration - anxiety at not getting the result the first half performance deserved; frustration that the anxiety was well-founded.Despite what some will say, there were few poor individual performances against Sunderland; the team simply couldn’t regain their first-half form – form the supporters already know they’re capable of. In the first half, the team appeared on a telekinetic conveyor belt at times, sliding into position perfectly as they waited to receive the ball. The defence looked composed, the midfield fluid and Carroll and Suarez asked the Sunderland defence a lot of questions, most primarily the conundrum of which one they wanted to mark. It was never really answered.Dalglish’s new men adapted admirably while last year’s stalwarts continued to impress. It changed in the second half, but it was enough to show that, while things will improve, there’s a solid foundation to begin with. Dowd’s full-time whistle acted as a sharp, piercing needle, popping the pre-season optimism. As the swollen Kop deflated into the streets outside, it was disappointment, not anger, which resided amongst the chattered drone of Walton Breck Road.It’s not patience Liverpool supporters have to afford the club because already, after one game, they’re aware of the squad’s capabilities. What they’re looking for is context.The draw against Sunderland is an occurrence throughout every season for every top team. Arsenal, Chelsea, Manchester City and Tottenham all dropped points at home in games they should have won. Even Manchester United, with their incredible home record, stumbled to a 2-2 draw against West Brom – a record slightly tarnished by their mediocre away form, worthy champions though they were.But at the start of a season, it feels different for supporters. It’s a new start, an unblemished league table, a chance to fantasise with friends about what the next nine months will bring. To exhibit the tempo, understanding and merger of genuine threats all over the pitch in the first half, and fail to replicate that in the next 45 minutes, was disappointing; a disappointment heightened by it coming on the opening weekend.Sunderland was merely the first game of a long season, and the first half had every supporter abuzz with optimism. Pepe Reina, Jamie Carragher and Daniel Agger won’t forget how to form a strong defence. Lucas won’t forget how to patrol a midfield. Charlie Adam won’t forget how to deliver a set-piece. Stewart Downing won’t forget how to find Andy Carroll, and Luis Suarez won’t stop being Luis Suarez.What will be forgotten soon enough is the disjointed second-half performance aided by a very well-organised Steve Bruce side, a poor refereeing performance, injuries to players and the side’s main attacking outlet feeling the strain of Uruguay’s successful Copa America campaign.When Liverpool line up at the Emirates this weekend, that context will have clarity. Liverpool mightn’t necessarily take the three points, but the support won’t need patience, just the knowledge that the players are capable of playing out Dalglish’s vision of his squad. Over the course of a 38 game league season, that will tell – especially when the first-half performance is maintained throughout the whole game.Soon, Johnson, Gerrard will return to full fitness, and Suarez will be capable of playing the full 90 minutes. Three players who are a big part of what Dalglish is trying to achieve. Johnson marauding down the right, Gerrard utilising space in the midfield and Suarez finishing everything those two create. The supporters might not need patience, but you’ll forgive them for not wanting to wait much longer to see that in full flow. Wed, 23 Nov 2011 20:31:32 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-context-not-patience-is-needed/blog/5045484/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-08-18T13:22:53Z The Kop PATIENCE. That was the key word written, over and over, by journalists and supporters in assessment of Liverpool’s opening weekend.Patience. Furiously shorthanded in every notebook and tapped on every laptop, urging the supporters to give Kenny Dalglish and his squad time after a 1-1 draw with Sunderland.I’ve used the word patience a number of times in this column over the past year, but not this week. Patience, in this instance, is wrong; patience indicates there’s something systematically at fault with the manager or the squad that needs time to be rectified. Patience was needed once Dalglish took charge as he strived to strengthen the defence, sharpen the attack and give confidence to those bereft of it as a consequence of the previous six months. It was also needed this summer, as the club gathered players right for the club – indeed, it’s still needed now, as the manager shapes the squad into his own.You can understand why the word has been used so frequently, though. After an hour against Sunderland, Anfield became restless. Songs had metamorphosed into sighs. Every misplaced pass was bemoaned; every scuffed shot and missed opportunity met with a collective head in hands. It sounded like impatience.But this wasn’t impatience. There was nothing to be impatient about. Supporters witnessed what the side was capable of within the opening 15 minutes. A penalty from Luis Suarez – albeit missed – created from his endeavour; a goal created by Charlie Adam’s left foot. Two things Anfield expected to see this season.There were other things, too; the crowd had come to expect Pepe Reina commanding, Agger imperviously defending and Lucas tempo-setting. They had been told of what the new signings would bring; Enrique’s intelligence, Henderson’s energy and Downing’s penetration. Half an hour of the new season had yet to pass and Liverpool supporters saw all of those things. Enrique’s balls to Suarez, Henderson’s relentless partnership with Lucas on the right, and then, what could have been the exclamation point – Downing’s individual attempt at breaking the crossbar in two.And of course, there was a fine Andy Carroll goal, struck off for having the temerity to jump higher than the defender.An excellent opening 45 minutes was immediately eradicated when Dowd began the second half. Larsson’s goal acted as a switch; agitation and restlessness followed, both on and off the pitch. Anfield knew what this newly-constructed side was capable of already. This wasn’t impatience, this was anxiety and frustration - anxiety at not getting the result the first half performance deserved; frustration that the anxiety was well-founded.Despite what some will say, there were few poor individual performances against Sunderland; the team simply couldn’t regain their first-half form – form the supporters already know they’re capable of. In the first half, the team appeared on a telekinetic conveyor belt at times, sliding into position perfectly as they waited to receive the ball. The defence looked composed, the midfield fluid and Carroll and Suarez asked the Sunderland defence a lot of questions, most primarily the conundrum of which one they wanted to mark. It was never really answered.Dalglish’s new men adapted admirably while last year’s stalwarts continued to impress. It changed in the second half, but it was enough to show that, while things will improve, there’s a solid foundation to begin with. Dowd’s full-time whistle acted as a sharp, piercing needle, popping the pre-season optimism. As the swollen Kop deflated into the streets outside, it was disappointment, not anger, which resided amongst the chattered drone of Walton Breck Road.It’s not patience Liverpool supporters have to afford the club because already, after one game, they’re aware of the squad’s capabilities. What they’re looking for is context.The draw against Sunderland is an occurrence throughout every season for every top team. Arsenal, Chelsea, Manchester City and Tottenham all dropped points at home in games they should have won. Even Manchester United, with their incredible home record, stumbled to a 2-2 draw against West Brom – a record slightly tarnished by their mediocre away form, worthy champions though they were.But at the start of a season, it feels different for supporters. It’s a new start, an unblemished league table, a chance to fantasise with friends about what the next nine months will bring. To exhibit the tempo, understanding and merger of genuine threats all over the pitch in the first half, and fail to replicate that in the next 45 minutes, was disappointing; a disappointment heightened by it coming on the opening weekend.Sunderland was merely the first game of a long season, and the first half had every supporter abuzz with optimism. Pepe Reina, Jamie Carragher and Daniel Agger won’t forget how to form a strong defence. Lucas won’t forget how to patrol a midfield. Charlie Adam won’t forget how to deliver a set-piece. Stewart Downing won’t forget how to find Andy Carroll, and Luis Suarez won’t stop being Luis Suarez.What will be forgotten soon enough is the disjointed second-half performance aided by a very well-organised Steve Bruce side, a poor refereeing performance, injuries to players and the side’s main attacking outlet feeling the strain of Uruguay’s successful Copa America campaign.When Liverpool line up at the Emirates this weekend, that context will have clarity. Liverpool mightn’t necessarily take the three points, but the support won’t need patience, just the knowledge that the players are capable of playing out Dalglish’s vision of his squad. Over the course of a 38 game league season, that will tell – especially when the first-half performance is maintained throughout the whole game.Soon, Johnson, Gerrard will return to full fitness, and Suarez will be capable of playing the full 90 minutes. Three players who are a big part of what Dalglish is trying to achieve. Johnson marauding down the right, Gerrard utilising space in the midfield and Suarez finishing everything those two create. The supporters might not need patience, but you’ll forgive them for not wanting to wait much longer to see that in full flow. nonadult false Why context, not patience, is needed text blog 19988 23 4.82609 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 35 1 5045484 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-LFC-won39t-forget-Kenny39s-smile/blog/5025306/173471.html EVER since Kenny Dalglish returned to the Anfield dugout, the Scot has been at the forefront of every Liverpool supporter’s mind.It’s hard for him not to be. Even during this summer, his genial face adorned most public transport in the city. A five minute stroll through the centre rarely passes without seeing his gleaming smile imposed upon the side of a bus as part of the club’s advertising campaign.Advertising aside, most Liverpool supporters have attempted to take their own break from football over the past three months - some with more success than others. There is, after all, the crumbs of transfer gossip to devour for those ravenous enough.For many though, the emotion and energy expended during the season leaves them mentally drained; after nearly 5000 minutes of football, enough is enough. Football reached hibernation in the sleepy sunshine at Villa Park in May.But it doesn’t take long. Next season’s fixtures are released and the twitch begins; a twitch that becomes stronger with each passing weekend. There’s only so much John Barrowman people can take.And then, as you embark on another soul-destroying Saturday shop, there’s Kenny and his smiling face on his way to Huyton, Kirkby, St Helens. An electric shock to the senses. Memories start flooding back - Old Trafford, Stamford Bridge, the double over Manchester at Anfield and Suarez’s show at Craven Cottage. All of those with Kenny Dalglish as manager. Realisation sets in. As hard as you tried, you never did take that holiday from football; the mere utterance of the word Liverpool on television or radio alerts ears, but as sigh quickly follows after no news of note. With Luis Suarez and Lucas Leiva at the Copa America, it was a busman’s holiday at best anyway.While Liverpool tried to slumber, there was Kenny, going to Huyton, Kirkby and St Helens; to Sunderland, Blackpool, Birmingham and Rome; to Spain, France and Germany, reportedly. Wherever Dalglish has been, the important issue is that he’s been. He was there playing a major part in the signings of Henderson, Adam, Downing and Doni; he was there on the first day of training, watching, noting, thinking, scheming. The start of a league season can always be taken out of context. Media outlets hopelessly predict a club’s starting eleven, omitting one of last year’s best players and shoehorning all new signings into a poststructuralist 4-4-2 formation. It’s easy for some to forget that it’s ultimately the manager who shapes the team in his vision and moulds players around it; it’s even easier to forget that the manager has been hard at work all summer. That’s why those twitches in June and July were more vigorous, why those memories of last season so effervescent. That’s why Kenny Dalglish has never been far from anyone’s mind.For all the talk about Henderson subscribing to the pass-and-move mantra, Charlie Adam’s set-pieces and Downing’s ability to cross, it’s what their collective purchases represent that pleases most.For the first summer in years, the club is together, united and harmonious on and off the pitch. The manager has been able to bring in the players he wants for whatever price he wants. It’s in its early formation, but this is shaping up as Kenny Dalglish’s squad – not a squad of compromise and constraints.All three are talented footballers, but more importantly, all three have been brought in with a clear plan in mind. All three give the squad something it lacks; all three are dedicated, conscientious professionals.The football under Dalglish may have been magnificent at times, but what was constant was the direction he was taking the squad. Passing, movement and attacking football was infused with workrate, pressing and high tempo; it was evident throughout the squad, from Carragher and Kuyt to the more youthful Robinson and Flanagan.With Henderson, Adam and Downing, and a possible return to the squad for Alberto Aquilani, the squad looks more refined now than the past 20 years. There’s quality both on the pitch and on the bench, with the Academy in Kirkby looking ever-promising, too.Excitement cannot amalgamate with unrealistic expectation, though. Success and failure is too hard to define. That word context rears its once more, as does patience. A few poor performances and results in friendlies elicited unreasonable responses. In games that were primarily about regaining fitness, signs of the new signings adapting to Dalglish and his managerial requirements were evident. Champions League will be the squad’s target, but Manchester United and Manchester City have bought well, while Chelsea’s stars should be rejuvenated with Villas-Boas’ arrival. Arsenal, having been written off, will have a point to prove. But no one forgets the way Liverpool played under Dalglish; how Suarez wrecked havoc, Kuyt scored freely, Lucas came of age and Maxi Rodriguez recaptured his Atletico form. Add that with the new signings, the returning Agger, Kelly and – eventually – Gerrard from injury and the options at Kirkby, and there’s much cause for excitement.All Liverpool can do, and all Dalglish will want to do, is focus on Liverpool. The fact that Kenny has been afforded the opportunity to do that means the biggest battle has already been won.Now onto other battles; battles the softly-spoken Scot will relish. Regardless of position or points total, the first full season of Dalglish’s reign will be one to savour; it will never be forgotten.Nor will that smile on the side of the bus, mainly because Liverpool supporters will be seeing it every week in the dugout. EVER since Kenny Dalglish returned to the Anfield dugout, the Scot has been at the forefront of every Liverpool supporter’s mind.It’s hard for him not to be. Even during this summer, his genial face adorned most public transport in the city. A five minute stroll through the centre rarely passes without seeing his gleaming smile imposed upon the side of a bus as part of the club’s advertising campaign.Advertising aside, most Liverpool supporters have attempted to take their own break from football over the past three months - some with more success than others. There is, after all, the crumbs of transfer gossip to devour for those ravenous enough.For many though, the emotion and energy expended during the season leaves them mentally drained; after nearly 5000 minutes of football, enough is enough. Football reached hibernation in the sleepy sunshine at Villa Park in May.But it doesn’t take long. Next season’s fixtures are released and the twitch begins; a twitch that becomes stronger with each passing weekend. There’s only so much John Barrowman people can take.And then, as you embark on another soul-destroying Saturday shop, there’s Kenny and his smiling face on his way to Huyton, Kirkby, St Helens. An electric shock to the senses. Memories start flooding back - Old Trafford, Stamford Bridge, the double over Manchester at Anfield and Suarez’s show at Craven Cottage. All of those with Kenny Dalglish as manager. Realisation sets in. As hard as you tried, you never did take that holiday from football; the mere utterance of the word Liverpool on television or radio alerts ears, but as sigh quickly follows after no news of note. With Luis Suarez and Lucas Leiva at the Copa America, it was a busman’s holiday at best anyway.While Liverpool tried to slumber, there was Kenny, going to Huyton, Kirkby and St Helens; to Sunderland, Blackpool, Birmingham and Rome; to Spain, France and Germany, reportedly. Wherever Dalglish has been, the important issue is that he’s been. He was there playing a major part in the signings of Henderson, Adam, Downing and Doni; he was there on the first day of training, watching, noting, thinking, scheming. The start of a league season can always be taken out of context. Media outlets hopelessly predict a club’s starting eleven, omitting one of last year’s best players and shoehorning all new signings into a poststructuralist 4-4-2 formation. It’s easy for some to forget that it’s ultimately the manager who shapes the team in his vision and moulds players around it; it’s even easier to forget that the manager has been hard at work all summer. That’s why those twitches in June and July were more vigorous, why those memories of last season so effervescent. That’s why Kenny Dalglish has never been far from anyone’s mind.For all the talk about Henderson subscribing to the pass-and-move mantra, Charlie Adam’s set-pieces and Downing’s ability to cross, it’s what their collective purchases represent that pleases most.For the first summer in years, the club is together, united and harmonious on and off the pitch. The manager has been able to bring in the players he wants for whatever price he wants. It’s in its early formation, but this is shaping up as Kenny Dalglish’s squad – not a squad of compromise and constraints.All three are talented footballers, but more importantly, all three have been brought in with a clear plan in mind. All three give the squad something it lacks; all three are dedicated, conscientious professionals.The football under Dalglish may have been magnificent at times, but what was constant was the direction he was taking the squad. Passing, movement and attacking football was infused with workrate, pressing and high tempo; it was evident throughout the squad, from Carragher and Kuyt to the more youthful Robinson and Flanagan.With Henderson, Adam and Downing, and a possible return to the squad for Alberto Aquilani, the squad looks more refined now than the past 20 years. There’s quality both on the pitch and on the bench, with the Academy in Kirkby looking ever-promising, too.Excitement cannot amalgamate with unrealistic expectation, though. Success and failure is too hard to define. That word context rears its once more, as does patience. A few poor performances and results in friendlies elicited unreasonable responses. In games that were primarily about regaining fitness, signs of the new signings adapting to Dalglish and his managerial requirements were evident. Champions League will be the squad’s target, but Manchester United and Manchester City have bought well, while Chelsea’s stars should be rejuvenated with Villas-Boas’ arrival. Arsenal, having been written off, will have a point to prove. But no one forgets the way Liverpool played under Dalglish; how Suarez wrecked havoc, Kuyt scored freely, Lucas came of age and Maxi Rodriguez recaptured his Atletico form. Add that with the new signings, the returning Agger, Kelly and – eventually – Gerrard from injury and the options at Kirkby, and there’s much cause for excitement.All Liverpool can do, and all Dalglish will want to do, is focus on Liverpool. The fact that Kenny has been afforded the opportunity to do that means the biggest battle has already been won.Now onto other battles; battles the softly-spoken Scot will relish. Regardless of position or points total, the first full season of Dalglish’s reign will be one to savour; it will never be forgotten.Nor will that smile on the side of the bus, mainly because Liverpool supporters will be seeing it every week in the dugout. Fri, 12 Aug 2011 00:52:25 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-LFC-won39t-forget-Kenny39s-smile/blog/5025306/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-08-12T00:52:25Z The Kop EVER since Kenny Dalglish returned to the Anfield dugout, the Scot has been at the forefront of every Liverpool supporter’s mind.It’s hard for him not to be. Even during this summer, his genial face adorned most public transport in the city. A five minute stroll through the centre rarely passes without seeing his gleaming smile imposed upon the side of a bus as part of the club’s advertising campaign.Advertising aside, most Liverpool supporters have attempted to take their own break from football over the past three months - some with more success than others. There is, after all, the crumbs of transfer gossip to devour for those ravenous enough.For many though, the emotion and energy expended during the season leaves them mentally drained; after nearly 5000 minutes of football, enough is enough. Football reached hibernation in the sleepy sunshine at Villa Park in May.But it doesn’t take long. Next season’s fixtures are released and the twitch begins; a twitch that becomes stronger with each passing weekend. There’s only so much John Barrowman people can take.And then, as you embark on another soul-destroying Saturday shop, there’s Kenny and his smiling face on his way to Huyton, Kirkby, St Helens. An electric shock to the senses. Memories start flooding back - Old Trafford, Stamford Bridge, the double over Manchester at Anfield and Suarez’s show at Craven Cottage. All of those with Kenny Dalglish as manager. Realisation sets in. As hard as you tried, you never did take that holiday from football; the mere utterance of the word Liverpool on television or radio alerts ears, but as sigh quickly follows after no news of note. With Luis Suarez and Lucas Leiva at the Copa America, it was a busman’s holiday at best anyway.While Liverpool tried to slumber, there was Kenny, going to Huyton, Kirkby and St Helens; to Sunderland, Blackpool, Birmingham and Rome; to Spain, France and Germany, reportedly. Wherever Dalglish has been, the important issue is that he’s been. He was there playing a major part in the signings of Henderson, Adam, Downing and Doni; he was there on the first day of training, watching, noting, thinking, scheming. The start of a league season can always be taken out of context. Media outlets hopelessly predict a club’s starting eleven, omitting one of last year’s best players and shoehorning all new signings into a poststructuralist 4-4-2 formation. It’s easy for some to forget that it’s ultimately the manager who shapes the team in his vision and moulds players around it; it’s even easier to forget that the manager has been hard at work all summer. That’s why those twitches in June and July were more vigorous, why those memories of last season so effervescent. That’s why Kenny Dalglish has never been far from anyone’s mind.For all the talk about Henderson subscribing to the pass-and-move mantra, Charlie Adam’s set-pieces and Downing’s ability to cross, it’s what their collective purchases represent that pleases most.For the first summer in years, the club is together, united and harmonious on and off the pitch. The manager has been able to bring in the players he wants for whatever price he wants. It’s in its early formation, but this is shaping up as Kenny Dalglish’s squad – not a squad of compromise and constraints.All three are talented footballers, but more importantly, all three have been brought in with a clear plan in mind. All three give the squad something it lacks; all three are dedicated, conscientious professionals.The football under Dalglish may have been magnificent at times, but what was constant was the direction he was taking the squad. Passing, movement and attacking football was infused with workrate, pressing and high tempo; it was evident throughout the squad, from Carragher and Kuyt to the more youthful Robinson and Flanagan.With Henderson, Adam and Downing, and a possible return to the squad for Alberto Aquilani, the squad looks more refined now than the past 20 years. There’s quality both on the pitch and on the bench, with the Academy in Kirkby looking ever-promising, too.Excitement cannot amalgamate with unrealistic expectation, though. Success and failure is too hard to define. That word context rears its once more, as does patience. A few poor performances and results in friendlies elicited unreasonable responses. In games that were primarily about regaining fitness, signs of the new signings adapting to Dalglish and his managerial requirements were evident. Champions League will be the squad’s target, but Manchester United and Manchester City have bought well, while Chelsea’s stars should be rejuvenated with Villas-Boas’ arrival. Arsenal, having been written off, will have a point to prove. But no one forgets the way Liverpool played under Dalglish; how Suarez wrecked havoc, Kuyt scored freely, Lucas came of age and Maxi Rodriguez recaptured his Atletico form. Add that with the new signings, the returning Agger, Kelly and – eventually – Gerrard from injury and the options at Kirkby, and there’s much cause for excitement.All Liverpool can do, and all Dalglish will want to do, is focus on Liverpool. The fact that Kenny has been afforded the opportunity to do that means the biggest battle has already been won.Now onto other battles; battles the softly-spoken Scot will relish. Regardless of position or points total, the first full season of Dalglish’s reign will be one to savour; it will never be forgotten.Nor will that smile on the side of the bus, mainly because Liverpool supporters will be seeing it every week in the dugout. nonadult false Why LFC won't forget Kenny's smile text blog 32463 27 4.74074 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 21 5 5025306 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_In-Memoriam-Why-I39m-thankful-for-what-I-have/blog/4991468/173471.html ‘To you football is a matter of life or death’ and I said ‘Listen, it’s more important than that.’ - Bill Shankly to Shelly Rohde; Granada Reports, 1981. WHEN writing about death in football, Bill Shankly’s quote is the first to clamber to the surface of your mind. It might be cliché, but it is cliché because it’s apt. Shankly’s most famous retort is also his most misquoted; so much so, I’m not sure whether I’ve misquoted it myself. Regardless of lexicology, though, the philosophy remains the same: football extends far beyond 22 men kicking a ball into a goal.Such was the power of the Scot’s language and his impact on the sport in this country, his words are still harmonised with far from the corridors of Anfield.When the new football season starts in a few weeks, all supporters will start with a sense of loss and gain. For some, the clubs who dine at the top table feasting upon the fruit of success and sustainability, the loss is disproportionate to the gain; for others, those in the lower echelons of the football league, battling against stability, administration, liquidation, the reverse applies. Loss and gain. Two slim words which hold so much weight; two words of which the balance shifts depending on transfer activity, performances in friendly matches and the overall feeling which engulfs a club.If Liverpool don’t line up with a new left back, centre back, centre midfielder, winger or striker – depending on which supporter shouts loudest – there’ll be a sense of loss when the team faces Sunderland on the opening day.I’ve never felt loss going into a new season because I’ve always regarded football as more than the players printed on the back of the matchday programme. It’s more than what happens during the 90 minutes; and for that, I always gain in August.I gain back those I haven’t seen in months, their anecdotes and outrageous pre-season predictions; their retrospection of the year gone by and remonstrations of summer spending. I gain back the people I’ve shared hotel rooms and stuffy coaches with; those I’ve recalled countless stories with while revelling in the new ones. This summer, I lost my grandfather. For the first time, some of those predictions, retrospections and remonstrations will be missing as the season approaches. His cynicism, tinged with that eternal, lingering sanguinity, will no longer fill my grandmother’s kitchen as the sun peers from behind the August clouds outside.My grandfather was a brilliant storyteller; being a seaman, it was an occupational hazard of sorts. Grainy black-and-white footage of the Kop forty years previous never matched up to his colourful descriptions of what he witnessed at Anfield. It was these stories which sold me on what I wanted to do in later life: I wanted to experience the same as he did, and I wanted to tell stories the way he told them.I’ve experienced those famous nights on the Kop because of my granddad. I sit here now, writing for Liverpool Football Club, because of my granddad. I wanted to tell those stories to as many people as possible - not just to anyone unfortunate enough to be within hearing distance in the pub.That’s the power of football, the power Bill Shankly spoke about 30 years ago. The analysis of a team and its formation is a slender weave upon the tapestry of what the club gives its supporters. I can’t remember Glynn Hysen or David Burrows in a red shirt, but I remember the night granddad first took me to watch football. I remember seeing the ball hit the net from Rush's header and hearing the sparse Kop roar. I will never forget the touch of my granddad's hug as we scored as the smell of celebratory cigarettes filled the night air. My first taste of Liverpool Football Club.I couldn’t tell you the starting line-up against Blackburn Rovers in 1997, but I can vividly remember my granddad – somehow – getting me face-to-stomach with Robbie Fowler. I remember the cold February afternoon evaporating into overwhelming warmth as I approached the man whose name was emblazoned upon the back of my shirt.I remember being consoled by granddad as I cried for the duration of the brief walk home after the match. Liverpool had drawn 0-0 and Robbie Fowler had missed a plethora of chances; granddad could only laugh as I wailed, certain I’d jinxed one of the league’s most prolific strikers.I even remember Roma 2001 and how he knew, before anyone else in the stadium, that the referee had changed his mind on Babbel’s handball; the Kop’s decibel levels were not the only thing raised at that moment, so too was my feeling of wonderment at the omnipotent football encyclopaedia beside me.That’s what the football club is about to me more than any summer signing or tactical formation. Meaningless and meaningful games, recent and distant, remembered fondly because of what those around you did; because of the friendships and relationships you gained.As we kicked a football around in my nan’s back garden in the mid 1990s – him playing a grey-haired, right-footed Robbie Fowler, while I acted as a shorter, heavier but more determined David James – he would recall when times were better for Liverpool Football Club. I didn’t mind the fact he slammed the ball past me and under the small slide, long since relegated as a slide and re-issued as a goal, nine times out of ten; his stories more than compensated for the grass stains on my joints.I hope, when some of those incredible nights back at Anfield were restored over the past six years, I repaid the favour to him as I reminisced about those nights. I tried to tell him of Garcia’s volley like he told me of Fairclough’s goal against St. Etienne; Grobbelaar’s antics in Rome had now become Dudek’s in Istanbul.He was now greyer, older, and his voice had become hoarser. The kitchen had become worn, losing its shine to grandchildren’s mucky hands. Even the football in the garden had stopped rolling years before. But our bond over Liverpool Football Club never weakened. Win, lose or draw, regardless of what players we had or hadn’t signed, I would always be thankful to football for creating that bond, and now I strive to pass that on to my little brother, much like how granddad did to me.One of my biggest regrets is that my granddad, my little brother and I – three generations of Liverpool supporters - never went to a match together. But I know that when Kurt and I settle down for Sunderland, he’ll be with us – as are all of those who, thanks to football, have influenced our lives.Liverpool making new signings before the transfer window shuts is important. It would be trite to suggest otherwise. But I would feel a sense of loss when You’ll Never Walk Alone plays regardless if Messi and Mata lined up for the Reds on the opening day. Once that sadness subsides, I’ll realise how lucky I was that I had my granddad, that I have my little brother and a fine group of loyal friends who I attend the match with. It doesn’t matter who you support, be it Liverpool, Everton, Manchester United or any other team. Just be thankful that, regardless of your side’s line-up and its level of success, you’ve shared the moments – good and bad – with those you care about. ‘To you football is a matter of life or death’ and I said ‘Listen, it’s more important than that.’ - Bill Shankly to Shelly Rohde; Granada Reports, 1981. WHEN writing about death in football, Bill Shankly’s quote is the first to clamber to the surface of your mind. It might be cliché, but it is cliché because it’s apt. Shankly’s most famous retort is also his most misquoted; so much so, I’m not sure whether I’ve misquoted it myself. Regardless of lexicology, though, the philosophy remains the same: football extends far beyond 22 men kicking a ball into a goal.Such was the power of the Scot’s language and his impact on the sport in this country, his words are still harmonised with far from the corridors of Anfield.When the new football season starts in a few weeks, all supporters will start with a sense of loss and gain. For some, the clubs who dine at the top table feasting upon the fruit of success and sustainability, the loss is disproportionate to the gain; for others, those in the lower echelons of the football league, battling against stability, administration, liquidation, the reverse applies. Loss and gain. Two slim words which hold so much weight; two words of which the balance shifts depending on transfer activity, performances in friendly matches and the overall feeling which engulfs a club.If Liverpool don’t line up with a new left back, centre back, centre midfielder, winger or striker – depending on which supporter shouts loudest – there’ll be a sense of loss when the team faces Sunderland on the opening day.I’ve never felt loss going into a new season because I’ve always regarded football as more than the players printed on the back of the matchday programme. It’s more than what happens during the 90 minutes; and for that, I always gain in August.I gain back those I haven’t seen in months, their anecdotes and outrageous pre-season predictions; their retrospection of the year gone by and remonstrations of summer spending. I gain back the people I’ve shared hotel rooms and stuffy coaches with; those I’ve recalled countless stories with while revelling in the new ones. This summer, I lost my grandfather. For the first time, some of those predictions, retrospections and remonstrations will be missing as the season approaches. His cynicism, tinged with that eternal, lingering sanguinity, will no longer fill my grandmother’s kitchen as the sun peers from behind the August clouds outside.My grandfather was a brilliant storyteller; being a seaman, it was an occupational hazard of sorts. Grainy black-and-white footage of the Kop forty years previous never matched up to his colourful descriptions of what he witnessed at Anfield. It was these stories which sold me on what I wanted to do in later life: I wanted to experience the same as he did, and I wanted to tell stories the way he told them.I’ve experienced those famous nights on the Kop because of my granddad. I sit here now, writing for Liverpool Football Club, because of my granddad. I wanted to tell those stories to as many people as possible - not just to anyone unfortunate enough to be within hearing distance in the pub.That’s the power of football, the power Bill Shankly spoke about 30 years ago. The analysis of a team and its formation is a slender weave upon the tapestry of what the club gives its supporters. I can’t remember Glynn Hysen or David Burrows in a red shirt, but I remember the night granddad first took me to watch football. I remember seeing the ball hit the net from Rush's header and hearing the sparse Kop roar. I will never forget the touch of my granddad's hug as we scored as the smell of celebratory cigarettes filled the night air. My first taste of Liverpool Football Club.I couldn’t tell you the starting line-up against Blackburn Rovers in 1997, but I can vividly remember my granddad – somehow – getting me face-to-stomach with Robbie Fowler. I remember the cold February afternoon evaporating into overwhelming warmth as I approached the man whose name was emblazoned upon the back of my shirt.I remember being consoled by granddad as I cried for the duration of the brief walk home after the match. Liverpool had drawn 0-0 and Robbie Fowler had missed a plethora of chances; granddad could only laugh as I wailed, certain I’d jinxed one of the league’s most prolific strikers.I even remember Roma 2001 and how he knew, before anyone else in the stadium, that the referee had changed his mind on Babbel’s handball; the Kop’s decibel levels were not the only thing raised at that moment, so too was my feeling of wonderment at the omnipotent football encyclopaedia beside me.That’s what the football club is about to me more than any summer signing or tactical formation. Meaningless and meaningful games, recent and distant, remembered fondly because of what those around you did; because of the friendships and relationships you gained.As we kicked a football around in my nan’s back garden in the mid 1990s – him playing a grey-haired, right-footed Robbie Fowler, while I acted as a shorter, heavier but more determined David James – he would recall when times were better for Liverpool Football Club. I didn’t mind the fact he slammed the ball past me and under the small slide, long since relegated as a slide and re-issued as a goal, nine times out of ten; his stories more than compensated for the grass stains on my joints.I hope, when some of those incredible nights back at Anfield were restored over the past six years, I repaid the favour to him as I reminisced about those nights. I tried to tell him of Garcia’s volley like he told me of Fairclough’s goal against St. Etienne; Grobbelaar’s antics in Rome had now become Dudek’s in Istanbul.He was now greyer, older, and his voice had become hoarser. The kitchen had become worn, losing its shine to grandchildren’s mucky hands. Even the football in the garden had stopped rolling years before. But our bond over Liverpool Football Club never weakened. Win, lose or draw, regardless of what players we had or hadn’t signed, I would always be thankful to football for creating that bond, and now I strive to pass that on to my little brother, much like how granddad did to me.One of my biggest regrets is that my granddad, my little brother and I – three generations of Liverpool supporters - never went to a match together. But I know that when Kurt and I settle down for Sunderland, he’ll be with us – as are all of those who, thanks to football, have influenced our lives.Liverpool making new signings before the transfer window shuts is important. It would be trite to suggest otherwise. But I would feel a sense of loss when You’ll Never Walk Alone plays regardless if Messi and Mata lined up for the Reds on the opening day. Once that sadness subsides, I’ll realise how lucky I was that I had my granddad, that I have my little brother and a fine group of loyal friends who I attend the match with. It doesn’t matter who you support, be it Liverpool, Everton, Manchester United or any other team. Just be thankful that, regardless of your side’s line-up and its level of success, you’ve shared the moments – good and bad – with those you care about. Wed, 03 Aug 2011 04:33:41 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_In-Memoriam-Why-I39m-thankful-for-what-I-have/blog/4991468/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-08-03T04:33:41Z The Kop ‘To you football is a matter of life or death’ and I said ‘Listen, it’s more important than that.’ - Bill Shankly to Shelly Rohde; Granada Reports, 1981. WHEN writing about death in football, Bill Shankly’s quote is the first to clamber to the surface of your mind. It might be cliché, but it is cliché because it’s apt. Shankly’s most famous retort is also his most misquoted; so much so, I’m not sure whether I’ve misquoted it myself. Regardless of lexicology, though, the philosophy remains the same: football extends far beyond 22 men kicking a ball into a goal.Such was the power of the Scot’s language and his impact on the sport in this country, his words are still harmonised with far from the corridors of Anfield.When the new football season starts in a few weeks, all supporters will start with a sense of loss and gain. For some, the clubs who dine at the top table feasting upon the fruit of success and sustainability, the loss is disproportionate to the gain; for others, those in the lower echelons of the football league, battling against stability, administration, liquidation, the reverse applies. Loss and gain. Two slim words which hold so much weight; two words of which the balance shifts depending on transfer activity, performances in friendly matches and the overall feeling which engulfs a club.If Liverpool don’t line up with a new left back, centre back, centre midfielder, winger or striker – depending on which supporter shouts loudest – there’ll be a sense of loss when the team faces Sunderland on the opening day.I’ve never felt loss going into a new season because I’ve always regarded football as more than the players printed on the back of the matchday programme. It’s more than what happens during the 90 minutes; and for that, I always gain in August.I gain back those I haven’t seen in months, their anecdotes and outrageous pre-season predictions; their retrospection of the year gone by and remonstrations of summer spending. I gain back the people I’ve shared hotel rooms and stuffy coaches with; those I’ve recalled countless stories with while revelling in the new ones. This summer, I lost my grandfather. For the first time, some of those predictions, retrospections and remonstrations will be missing as the season approaches. His cynicism, tinged with that eternal, lingering sanguinity, will no longer fill my grandmother’s kitchen as the sun peers from behind the August clouds outside.My grandfather was a brilliant storyteller; being a seaman, it was an occupational hazard of sorts. Grainy black-and-white footage of the Kop forty years previous never matched up to his colourful descriptions of what he witnessed at Anfield. It was these stories which sold me on what I wanted to do in later life: I wanted to experience the same as he did, and I wanted to tell stories the way he told them.I’ve experienced those famous nights on the Kop because of my granddad. I sit here now, writing for Liverpool Football Club, because of my granddad. I wanted to tell those stories to as many people as possible - not just to anyone unfortunate enough to be within hearing distance in the pub.That’s the power of football, the power Bill Shankly spoke about 30 years ago. The analysis of a team and its formation is a slender weave upon the tapestry of what the club gives its supporters. I can’t remember Glynn Hysen or David Burrows in a red shirt, but I remember the night granddad first took me to watch football. I remember seeing the ball hit the net from Rush's header and hearing the sparse Kop roar. I will never forget the touch of my granddad's hug as we scored as the smell of celebratory cigarettes filled the night air. My first taste of Liverpool Football Club.I couldn’t tell you the starting line-up against Blackburn Rovers in 1997, but I can vividly remember my granddad – somehow – getting me face-to-stomach with Robbie Fowler. I remember the cold February afternoon evaporating into overwhelming warmth as I approached the man whose name was emblazoned upon the back of my shirt.I remember being consoled by granddad as I cried for the duration of the brief walk home after the match. Liverpool had drawn 0-0 and Robbie Fowler had missed a plethora of chances; granddad could only laugh as I wailed, certain I’d jinxed one of the league’s most prolific strikers.I even remember Roma 2001 and how he knew, before anyone else in the stadium, that the referee had changed his mind on Babbel’s handball; the Kop’s decibel levels were not the only thing raised at that moment, so too was my feeling of wonderment at the omnipotent football encyclopaedia beside me.That’s what the football club is about to me more than any summer signing or tactical formation. Meaningless and meaningful games, recent and distant, remembered fondly because of what those around you did; because of the friendships and relationships you gained.As we kicked a football around in my nan’s back garden in the mid 1990s – him playing a grey-haired, right-footed Robbie Fowler, while I acted as a shorter, heavier but more determined David James – he would recall when times were better for Liverpool Football Club. I didn’t mind the fact he slammed the ball past me and under the small slide, long since relegated as a slide and re-issued as a goal, nine times out of ten; his stories more than compensated for the grass stains on my joints.I hope, when some of those incredible nights back at Anfield were restored over the past six years, I repaid the favour to him as I reminisced about those nights. I tried to tell him of Garcia’s volley like he told me of Fairclough’s goal against St. Etienne; Grobbelaar’s antics in Rome had now become Dudek’s in Istanbul.He was now greyer, older, and his voice had become hoarser. The kitchen had become worn, losing its shine to grandchildren’s mucky hands. Even the football in the garden had stopped rolling years before. But our bond over Liverpool Football Club never weakened. Win, lose or draw, regardless of what players we had or hadn’t signed, I would always be thankful to football for creating that bond, and now I strive to pass that on to my little brother, much like how granddad did to me.One of my biggest regrets is that my granddad, my little brother and I – three generations of Liverpool supporters - never went to a match together. But I know that when Kurt and I settle down for Sunderland, he’ll be with us – as are all of those who, thanks to football, have influenced our lives.Liverpool making new signings before the transfer window shuts is important. It would be trite to suggest otherwise. But I would feel a sense of loss when You’ll Never Walk Alone plays regardless if Messi and Mata lined up for the Reds on the opening day. Once that sadness subsides, I’ll realise how lucky I was that I had my granddad, that I have my little brother and a fine group of loyal friends who I attend the match with. It doesn’t matter who you support, be it Liverpool, Everton, Manchester United or any other team. Just be thankful that, regardless of your side’s line-up and its level of success, you’ve shared the moments – good and bad – with those you care about. nonadult false In Memoriam: Why I'm thankful for what I have text blog 3100 10 5.0 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 10 0 4991468 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-this-summer-is-already-the-best-yet/blog/4846562/173471.html THERE is an old whisper in Liverpool that’s carried along in the wind beside the River Mersey: if the Liver Birds that perch above it fly away, the city will cease to exist. It’s an impossible scenario - unless, of course, the birds decided to take with them the gargantuan clocks they stand above. For those who’ve never visited Liverpool, there’s no superlative to describe the size of the clocks.The faces are big - even bigger than Big Ben; in fact, they’re the biggest in the country. Tardiness and time mismanagement shouldn’t exist given how the clocks dominate vantage points all over. Never believe a Scouser who tells you they don’t have the time.The first ray of sunshine or speck of summer rain leads the city’s eyes skywards. Standing there proud amongst the clouds - white or grey - are the birds. Directly below, the bastions of reliability; everyone’s favourite and most trusted grandfather clocks, seemingly there since the beginning of time.At some point a few weeks ago, on some day, for some reason, one of the clocks stopped dead. It stopped dead at 12 o’clock. Why it stopped will never be told, nor whether it happened at midday or midnight.The city didn’t care anyway; the city had moved on.A brief five-minute walk through the city centre negates the necessity of those imperious clocks. A stroll down Dale Street tells the time in five different ways at five different times. There are clocks old, new, big, small, traditional, contemporary, working, broken, archaic and electronic; clocks which flash, beep, buzz, glow and toll; clocks on churches, shops and electronic billboards. At some point that same week, on some day, for some reason, the Liver Building clock started again. The city of Liverpool looked up again. Normality was restored.As the Liverpool squad returned to training at Melwood this week, some would no doubt sympathise with the Liver Building clocks – and not just because of the extra weight they’ll be carrying after a few weeks off.The football may have stopped for the summer but the scrolling yellow ticker keeps moving continuously, relentlessly, fearlessly, unashamedly. Supporters, naturally, look back at the season past and salivate on ways to make it better next year.From the moment the final whistle blew on Liverpool’s season, the rumour mill has undergone an industrial revolution. Online forums have clamoured for a left back, while social media have had a lot to say on the matter – they want a left winger; the more exotic, the better. The media have been happy to oblige.But while speculation on a squad yet to be confirmed continues, Kenny Dalglish and Steve Clarke have been thinking hard about the current squad – the squad that took the club from 12th to 6th under the duo’s guidance. Much like the Liver Building clocks, familiarity sometimes breeds indifference. With the media promising new, exciting players, the old ones are immediately forgotten - sent on a two-month excursion to the furthest recesses of the mind, not to return until the first pre-season fixture.Impressive performances from Johnson, Skrtel, Meireles and Maxi Rodriguez are discarded. The excitement generated from youngsters John Flanagan, Jack Robinson, Jay Spearing and Jonjo Shelvey has disintegrated. The tenacity of Dirk Kuyt, who scored 11 goals since Dalglish took charge, is forgotten – so too the ironclad hands of Pepe Reina, the determination of Jamie Carragher and the importance of Lucas Leiva. There’s also a world class Uruguayan who’s placed widespread insatiability upon the Kop – they just can’t get enough of Luis Suarez, but only during the season, it seems.Worst of all, some supporters have been more focused on speculation filling column inches as opposed to four players who’ve filled the gym this summer having missed a substantial part of Dalglish’s reign through injury. Martin Kelly, Daniel Agger, Steven Gerrard and Andy Carroll started a mere 26 games combined in the league under Dalglish, with Liverpool’s captain only featuring in five of those – the last, a disciplined, intelligent performance in a 3-1 victory over Manchester United in March.Erroneous claims in the media led people to believe this Liverpool squad – minus Suarez and Carroll – was the worst in decades. Kenny Dalglish’s arrival, and the reintroduction of passing, movement, intensity and pride, quickly dismissed that belief. The transformation last season renders most speculation about potential signings futile – it’s the man in charge of them, Kenny Dalglish, that’s paramount to the future success of the club. His judgement is one to be trusted. In fact, the judgement of the entire hierarchy at Anfield is one to be trusted. It’s been a long time Liverpool supporters could claim that. Years of boardroom battles, asset stripping and internal strife has now ceased, making this summer the club’s most successful in years irrespective of who is and isn't placed within the revolving door. When the transfer window closes and the yellow ticker finally grinds to a halt with an almighty clunk, the squad will be one which wants to be here, despite the problems the club faced over the past four years. It will be a squad that Kenny Dalglish and Steve Clarke believe in, and a squad that believes in the vision the duo are striving to achieve.Supporters have a right to be excited about who might be a part of that vision; but for Liverpool, the most exciting thing of all stands tall in the Anfield dugout. At some point this week, at some time, on some day, the Liver Buildings reach 100 years old, still standing strong as loyal guardians of the city. You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. Luckily for the people of Liverpool, the clocks remain; luckily for Liverpool Football Club, so does Kenny Dalglish and the hope he holds for his squad and his football club. THERE is an old whisper in Liverpool that’s carried along in the wind beside the River Mersey: if the Liver Birds that perch above it fly away, the city will cease to exist. It’s an impossible scenario - unless, of course, the birds decided to take with them the gargantuan clocks they stand above. For those who’ve never visited Liverpool, there’s no superlative to describe the size of the clocks.The faces are big - even bigger than Big Ben; in fact, they’re the biggest in the country. Tardiness and time mismanagement shouldn’t exist given how the clocks dominate vantage points all over. Never believe a Scouser who tells you they don’t have the time.The first ray of sunshine or speck of summer rain leads the city’s eyes skywards. Standing there proud amongst the clouds - white or grey - are the birds. Directly below, the bastions of reliability; everyone’s favourite and most trusted grandfather clocks, seemingly there since the beginning of time.At some point a few weeks ago, on some day, for some reason, one of the clocks stopped dead. It stopped dead at 12 o’clock. Why it stopped will never be told, nor whether it happened at midday or midnight.The city didn’t care anyway; the city had moved on.A brief five-minute walk through the city centre negates the necessity of those imperious clocks. A stroll down Dale Street tells the time in five different ways at five different times. There are clocks old, new, big, small, traditional, contemporary, working, broken, archaic and electronic; clocks which flash, beep, buzz, glow and toll; clocks on churches, shops and electronic billboards. At some point that same week, on some day, for some reason, the Liver Building clock started again. The city of Liverpool looked up again. Normality was restored.As the Liverpool squad returned to training at Melwood this week, some would no doubt sympathise with the Liver Building clocks – and not just because of the extra weight they’ll be carrying after a few weeks off.The football may have stopped for the summer but the scrolling yellow ticker keeps moving continuously, relentlessly, fearlessly, unashamedly. Supporters, naturally, look back at the season past and salivate on ways to make it better next year.From the moment the final whistle blew on Liverpool’s season, the rumour mill has undergone an industrial revolution. Online forums have clamoured for a left back, while social media have had a lot to say on the matter – they want a left winger; the more exotic, the better. The media have been happy to oblige.But while speculation on a squad yet to be confirmed continues, Kenny Dalglish and Steve Clarke have been thinking hard about the current squad – the squad that took the club from 12th to 6th under the duo’s guidance. Much like the Liver Building clocks, familiarity sometimes breeds indifference. With the media promising new, exciting players, the old ones are immediately forgotten - sent on a two-month excursion to the furthest recesses of the mind, not to return until the first pre-season fixture.Impressive performances from Johnson, Skrtel, Meireles and Maxi Rodriguez are discarded. The excitement generated from youngsters John Flanagan, Jack Robinson, Jay Spearing and Jonjo Shelvey has disintegrated. The tenacity of Dirk Kuyt, who scored 11 goals since Dalglish took charge, is forgotten – so too the ironclad hands of Pepe Reina, the determination of Jamie Carragher and the importance of Lucas Leiva. There’s also a world class Uruguayan who’s placed widespread insatiability upon the Kop – they just can’t get enough of Luis Suarez, but only during the season, it seems.Worst of all, some supporters have been more focused on speculation filling column inches as opposed to four players who’ve filled the gym this summer having missed a substantial part of Dalglish’s reign through injury. Martin Kelly, Daniel Agger, Steven Gerrard and Andy Carroll started a mere 26 games combined in the league under Dalglish, with Liverpool’s captain only featuring in five of those – the last, a disciplined, intelligent performance in a 3-1 victory over Manchester United in March.Erroneous claims in the media led people to believe this Liverpool squad – minus Suarez and Carroll – was the worst in decades. Kenny Dalglish’s arrival, and the reintroduction of passing, movement, intensity and pride, quickly dismissed that belief. The transformation last season renders most speculation about potential signings futile – it’s the man in charge of them, Kenny Dalglish, that’s paramount to the future success of the club. His judgement is one to be trusted. In fact, the judgement of the entire hierarchy at Anfield is one to be trusted. It’s been a long time Liverpool supporters could claim that. Years of boardroom battles, asset stripping and internal strife has now ceased, making this summer the club’s most successful in years irrespective of who is and isn't placed within the revolving door. When the transfer window closes and the yellow ticker finally grinds to a halt with an almighty clunk, the squad will be one which wants to be here, despite the problems the club faced over the past four years. It will be a squad that Kenny Dalglish and Steve Clarke believe in, and a squad that believes in the vision the duo are striving to achieve.Supporters have a right to be excited about who might be a part of that vision; but for Liverpool, the most exciting thing of all stands tall in the Anfield dugout. At some point this week, at some time, on some day, the Liver Buildings reach 100 years old, still standing strong as loyal guardians of the city. You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. Luckily for the people of Liverpool, the clocks remain; luckily for Liverpool Football Club, so does Kenny Dalglish and the hope he holds for his squad and his football club. Thu, 14 Jul 2011 02:17:16 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-this-summer-is-already-the-best-yet/blog/4846562/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-07-14T02:17:16Z The Kop THERE is an old whisper in Liverpool that’s carried along in the wind beside the River Mersey: if the Liver Birds that perch above it fly away, the city will cease to exist. It’s an impossible scenario - unless, of course, the birds decided to take with them the gargantuan clocks they stand above. For those who’ve never visited Liverpool, there’s no superlative to describe the size of the clocks.The faces are big - even bigger than Big Ben; in fact, they’re the biggest in the country. Tardiness and time mismanagement shouldn’t exist given how the clocks dominate vantage points all over. Never believe a Scouser who tells you they don’t have the time.The first ray of sunshine or speck of summer rain leads the city’s eyes skywards. Standing there proud amongst the clouds - white or grey - are the birds. Directly below, the bastions of reliability; everyone’s favourite and most trusted grandfather clocks, seemingly there since the beginning of time.At some point a few weeks ago, on some day, for some reason, one of the clocks stopped dead. It stopped dead at 12 o’clock. Why it stopped will never be told, nor whether it happened at midday or midnight.The city didn’t care anyway; the city had moved on.A brief five-minute walk through the city centre negates the necessity of those imperious clocks. A stroll down Dale Street tells the time in five different ways at five different times. There are clocks old, new, big, small, traditional, contemporary, working, broken, archaic and electronic; clocks which flash, beep, buzz, glow and toll; clocks on churches, shops and electronic billboards. At some point that same week, on some day, for some reason, the Liver Building clock started again. The city of Liverpool looked up again. Normality was restored.As the Liverpool squad returned to training at Melwood this week, some would no doubt sympathise with the Liver Building clocks – and not just because of the extra weight they’ll be carrying after a few weeks off.The football may have stopped for the summer but the scrolling yellow ticker keeps moving continuously, relentlessly, fearlessly, unashamedly. Supporters, naturally, look back at the season past and salivate on ways to make it better next year.From the moment the final whistle blew on Liverpool’s season, the rumour mill has undergone an industrial revolution. Online forums have clamoured for a left back, while social media have had a lot to say on the matter – they want a left winger; the more exotic, the better. The media have been happy to oblige.But while speculation on a squad yet to be confirmed continues, Kenny Dalglish and Steve Clarke have been thinking hard about the current squad – the squad that took the club from 12th to 6th under the duo’s guidance. Much like the Liver Building clocks, familiarity sometimes breeds indifference. With the media promising new, exciting players, the old ones are immediately forgotten - sent on a two-month excursion to the furthest recesses of the mind, not to return until the first pre-season fixture.Impressive performances from Johnson, Skrtel, Meireles and Maxi Rodriguez are discarded. The excitement generated from youngsters John Flanagan, Jack Robinson, Jay Spearing and Jonjo Shelvey has disintegrated. The tenacity of Dirk Kuyt, who scored 11 goals since Dalglish took charge, is forgotten – so too the ironclad hands of Pepe Reina, the determination of Jamie Carragher and the importance of Lucas Leiva. There’s also a world class Uruguayan who’s placed widespread insatiability upon the Kop – they just can’t get enough of Luis Suarez, but only during the season, it seems.Worst of all, some supporters have been more focused on speculation filling column inches as opposed to four players who’ve filled the gym this summer having missed a substantial part of Dalglish’s reign through injury. Martin Kelly, Daniel Agger, Steven Gerrard and Andy Carroll started a mere 26 games combined in the league under Dalglish, with Liverpool’s captain only featuring in five of those – the last, a disciplined, intelligent performance in a 3-1 victory over Manchester United in March.Erroneous claims in the media led people to believe this Liverpool squad – minus Suarez and Carroll – was the worst in decades. Kenny Dalglish’s arrival, and the reintroduction of passing, movement, intensity and pride, quickly dismissed that belief. The transformation last season renders most speculation about potential signings futile – it’s the man in charge of them, Kenny Dalglish, that’s paramount to the future success of the club. His judgement is one to be trusted. In fact, the judgement of the entire hierarchy at Anfield is one to be trusted. It’s been a long time Liverpool supporters could claim that. Years of boardroom battles, asset stripping and internal strife has now ceased, making this summer the club’s most successful in years irrespective of who is and isn't placed within the revolving door. When the transfer window closes and the yellow ticker finally grinds to a halt with an almighty clunk, the squad will be one which wants to be here, despite the problems the club faced over the past four years. It will be a squad that Kenny Dalglish and Steve Clarke believe in, and a squad that believes in the vision the duo are striving to achieve.Supporters have a right to be excited about who might be a part of that vision; but for Liverpool, the most exciting thing of all stands tall in the Anfield dugout. At some point this week, at some time, on some day, the Liver Buildings reach 100 years old, still standing strong as loyal guardians of the city. You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. Luckily for the people of Liverpool, the clocks remain; luckily for Liverpool Football Club, so does Kenny Dalglish and the hope he holds for his squad and his football club. nonadult false Why this summer is already the best yet text blog 22649 29 4.31034 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 23 1 4846562 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-internationals-mean-little-to-Dalglish-and-LFC/blog/4238994/173471.html WHEN Emlyn Hughes climbed the steps of Wembley in May 1978, his beaming, warm smile was the perfect contrast to the cold steel of the European Cup which stood at the summit. It was the second time in as many years the two would embrace, and so too Clemence, Neal, Case, Callaghan, McDermott, Fairclough, Heighway and Ray Kennedy. After munching Gladbach in Rome, as the famous banner proclaimed, Club Brugge had been bruised beyond recognition. The whole of Europe was watching, and nowhere more attentively than England itself. Liverpool had become the first English side to win two European Cups, and they’d done so back-to-back – the Merseyside club’s own twin towers at the home of English football. But as the cup was passed down the line, reacquainting with old friends and meeting new, Hughes could be forgiven for turning his attention elsewhere for one solitary moment.The two moments which defined Hughes’ career would come in Italy and England within 12 months of each other, but sandwiched in the middle was a match between the two nations at Wembley. As captain of England, Hughes led his country to an impressive 2-0 win over an Italian side containing Dino Zoff, Marco Tardelli and Roberto Bettega – but it wasn’t impressive enough. The two goal victory left Italy needing a mere win against Luxembourg in their final game - an even bigger formality than it would be today - to seal qualification for the 1978 World Cup ahead of England.Italy won 3-0. Qualification was confirmed. Bettega would spend the summer in Buenos Aires; Hughes would watch from Barrow-in-Furness. A lot has been written about some Liverpool supporters’ Scouse Not English attitude; the apathy for the English national side is easily understandable. One thing that cannot be contested, though, is how much players care. Hughes would have wanted to lead his country out in Argentina and with that lead Clemence, Neal, McDermott and Thompson there too. There would have been no better way for Hughes to end the most glorious 12 months of his career.But his 12 months ended at Wembley. While Dalglish and Souness would enrol in Ally MacLeod’s Tartan Army, eleven Englishmen who helped Liverpool conquer Europe would stay at home.Liverpool Football Club’s relationship with the England national squad has always been tumultuous. The combination of Ian Callaghan, Tommy Smith and Jamie Carragher were capped fewer times than Phil Neville; John Barnes, Robbie Fowler and Steven Gerrard failed to reproduce their club form at international level, much to the chagrin of the media. Given the apparent lack of correlation between performances for club and country, supporters’ reticence for the club to invest in English talent is peculiar. To pigeon-hole any signing with nationality is peculiar enough.The signing of Jordan Henderson from Sunderland is an exciting one. Young, determined, versatile and professional, Henderson appears the type of player that will thrive under the guidance of Kenny Dalglish. He can tackle, pass, move and shoot – all at the age of 21; all components of a successful Premier League midfielder.Yet there’s a quiet voice of dissention amongst Liverpool supporters. Not because of the player himself, but rather his nationality. Henderson’s signing seems indicative of a more English-based policy from the football club, displeasing those who have become accustomed to a more continentally assembled squad.It’s a waste of time signing English players, some claim, because it’s the worst England side since the 1950s. Others cite the U21 European Championship currently being held in Denmark as a deterrent towards English talent.Not even the most jingoistic England fan would deny Spain, France and Germany possess more technique, flair and mental toughness. But Liverpool are not managed by Fabio Capello or Stuart Pearce; nor do their supporters bemoan every misplaced pass or every shot dragged wide. Playing for Liverpool Football Club and England are two separate entities and require two separate mentalities.Fifteen Englishmen, who possess 349 caps between them, started in Liverpool’s four European Cup finals, yet England only advanced beyond the first round of an international tournament once between 1976 and 1984 – failing to qualify three times. While Liverpool conquered Europe, England crumbled.Traditionally, Liverpool’s worst signings have been those based on international outings. Babb and Diao were bought after an excellent World Cup, while Diouf and Dimoede wowed for Senegal and France. If the club’s scouting network emphasised internationals in recent times, the profligacy of Fernando Torres or the devilry of Luis Suarez would have made neither a Liverpool player.But such are the complexities of acquiring new talent for a football club. It’s not as simple as indentifying a player, purchasing him and slotting him into the side like a mechanic finding a cog to fix a car. Take Jordan Henderson. Opinions on him have been based on 180 minutes of football, playing a style he won’t be playing, in a position he won’t be playing, with players he won’t be playing with. Liverpool, Dalglish, Clarke and Comolli know this, because they’ve watched him as many times as a Stadium of Light season ticket holder.When signing Henderson, they’ll have thought of his potential with Gerrard playing central – not with Gerrard wide left like he was for England against France in November. They’ll have imagined him with Lucas, Meireles, Suarez and Kuyt, not Rose, Mancienne and Cleverley, as he was against Spain U21s.For the first time in years, there’s structure and stability to both the club’s hierarchy and transfer dealings. No longer must the club sell their best players and buy poorer replacements to finance debt repayments; no longer will ineptitude at the highest level scupper plans for quality players.The one policy of this Liverpool is simple: purchase players who will improve Liverpool Football Club. Their nationality is irrelevant – the signings of Suarez, with reported interest in Zapata proves that – as is their current club, league or fee. It is not for the supporters to decide if those factors are suitable – if they’re suitable to Dalglish, then they’re suitable for Liverpool Football Club.It’s only when a player pulls on a red shirt that Liverpool supporters should be interested, because that’s all a player should be judged upon. Everything else is irrelevant, and it’s safe to assume everything else will be irrelevant if Jordan Henderson lifting the European Cup at Wembley in 2013 is even a remote possibility, regardless of whether England are heading to Brazil or not. WHEN Emlyn Hughes climbed the steps of Wembley in May 1978, his beaming, warm smile was the perfect contrast to the cold steel of the European Cup which stood at the summit. It was the second time in as many years the two would embrace, and so too Clemence, Neal, Case, Callaghan, McDermott, Fairclough, Heighway and Ray Kennedy. After munching Gladbach in Rome, as the famous banner proclaimed, Club Brugge had been bruised beyond recognition. The whole of Europe was watching, and nowhere more attentively than England itself. Liverpool had become the first English side to win two European Cups, and they’d done so back-to-back – the Merseyside club’s own twin towers at the home of English football. But as the cup was passed down the line, reacquainting with old friends and meeting new, Hughes could be forgiven for turning his attention elsewhere for one solitary moment.The two moments which defined Hughes’ career would come in Italy and England within 12 months of each other, but sandwiched in the middle was a match between the two nations at Wembley. As captain of England, Hughes led his country to an impressive 2-0 win over an Italian side containing Dino Zoff, Marco Tardelli and Roberto Bettega – but it wasn’t impressive enough. The two goal victory left Italy needing a mere win against Luxembourg in their final game - an even bigger formality than it would be today - to seal qualification for the 1978 World Cup ahead of England.Italy won 3-0. Qualification was confirmed. Bettega would spend the summer in Buenos Aires; Hughes would watch from Barrow-in-Furness. A lot has been written about some Liverpool supporters’ Scouse Not English attitude; the apathy for the English national side is easily understandable. One thing that cannot be contested, though, is how much players care. Hughes would have wanted to lead his country out in Argentina and with that lead Clemence, Neal, McDermott and Thompson there too. There would have been no better way for Hughes to end the most glorious 12 months of his career.But his 12 months ended at Wembley. While Dalglish and Souness would enrol in Ally MacLeod’s Tartan Army, eleven Englishmen who helped Liverpool conquer Europe would stay at home.Liverpool Football Club’s relationship with the England national squad has always been tumultuous. The combination of Ian Callaghan, Tommy Smith and Jamie Carragher were capped fewer times than Phil Neville; John Barnes, Robbie Fowler and Steven Gerrard failed to reproduce their club form at international level, much to the chagrin of the media. Given the apparent lack of correlation between performances for club and country, supporters’ reticence for the club to invest in English talent is peculiar. To pigeon-hole any signing with nationality is peculiar enough.The signing of Jordan Henderson from Sunderland is an exciting one. Young, determined, versatile and professional, Henderson appears the type of player that will thrive under the guidance of Kenny Dalglish. He can tackle, pass, move and shoot – all at the age of 21; all components of a successful Premier League midfielder.Yet there’s a quiet voice of dissention amongst Liverpool supporters. Not because of the player himself, but rather his nationality. Henderson’s signing seems indicative of a more English-based policy from the football club, displeasing those who have become accustomed to a more continentally assembled squad.It’s a waste of time signing English players, some claim, because it’s the worst England side since the 1950s. Others cite the U21 European Championship currently being held in Denmark as a deterrent towards English talent.Not even the most jingoistic England fan would deny Spain, France and Germany possess more technique, flair and mental toughness. But Liverpool are not managed by Fabio Capello or Stuart Pearce; nor do their supporters bemoan every misplaced pass or every shot dragged wide. Playing for Liverpool Football Club and England are two separate entities and require two separate mentalities.Fifteen Englishmen, who possess 349 caps between them, started in Liverpool’s four European Cup finals, yet England only advanced beyond the first round of an international tournament once between 1976 and 1984 – failing to qualify three times. While Liverpool conquered Europe, England crumbled.Traditionally, Liverpool’s worst signings have been those based on international outings. Babb and Diao were bought after an excellent World Cup, while Diouf and Dimoede wowed for Senegal and France. If the club’s scouting network emphasised internationals in recent times, the profligacy of Fernando Torres or the devilry of Luis Suarez would have made neither a Liverpool player.But such are the complexities of acquiring new talent for a football club. It’s not as simple as indentifying a player, purchasing him and slotting him into the side like a mechanic finding a cog to fix a car. Take Jordan Henderson. Opinions on him have been based on 180 minutes of football, playing a style he won’t be playing, in a position he won’t be playing, with players he won’t be playing with. Liverpool, Dalglish, Clarke and Comolli know this, because they’ve watched him as many times as a Stadium of Light season ticket holder.When signing Henderson, they’ll have thought of his potential with Gerrard playing central – not with Gerrard wide left like he was for England against France in November. They’ll have imagined him with Lucas, Meireles, Suarez and Kuyt, not Rose, Mancienne and Cleverley, as he was against Spain U21s.For the first time in years, there’s structure and stability to both the club’s hierarchy and transfer dealings. No longer must the club sell their best players and buy poorer replacements to finance debt repayments; no longer will ineptitude at the highest level scupper plans for quality players.The one policy of this Liverpool is simple: purchase players who will improve Liverpool Football Club. Their nationality is irrelevant – the signings of Suarez, with reported interest in Zapata proves that – as is their current club, league or fee. It is not for the supporters to decide if those factors are suitable – if they’re suitable to Dalglish, then they’re suitable for Liverpool Football Club.It’s only when a player pulls on a red shirt that Liverpool supporters should be interested, because that’s all a player should be judged upon. Everything else is irrelevant, and it’s safe to assume everything else will be irrelevant if Jordan Henderson lifting the European Cup at Wembley in 2013 is even a remote possibility, regardless of whether England are heading to Brazil or not. Sun, 19 Jun 2011 22:14:48 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-internationals-mean-little-to-Dalglish-and-LFC/blog/4238994/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-06-19T22:14:48Z Titles The Kop WHEN Emlyn Hughes climbed the steps of Wembley in May 1978, his beaming, warm smile was the perfect contrast to the cold steel of the European Cup which stood at the summit. It was the second time in as many years the two would embrace, and so too Clemence, Neal, Case, Callaghan, McDermott, Fairclough, Heighway and Ray Kennedy. After munching Gladbach in Rome, as the famous banner proclaimed, Club Brugge had been bruised beyond recognition. The whole of Europe was watching, and nowhere more attentively than England itself. Liverpool had become the first English side to win two European Cups, and they’d done so back-to-back – the Merseyside club’s own twin towers at the home of English football. But as the cup was passed down the line, reacquainting with old friends and meeting new, Hughes could be forgiven for turning his attention elsewhere for one solitary moment.The two moments which defined Hughes’ career would come in Italy and England within 12 months of each other, but sandwiched in the middle was a match between the two nations at Wembley. As captain of England, Hughes led his country to an impressive 2-0 win over an Italian side containing Dino Zoff, Marco Tardelli and Roberto Bettega – but it wasn’t impressive enough. The two goal victory left Italy needing a mere win against Luxembourg in their final game - an even bigger formality than it would be today - to seal qualification for the 1978 World Cup ahead of England.Italy won 3-0. Qualification was confirmed. Bettega would spend the summer in Buenos Aires; Hughes would watch from Barrow-in-Furness. A lot has been written about some Liverpool supporters’ Scouse Not English attitude; the apathy for the English national side is easily understandable. One thing that cannot be contested, though, is how much players care. Hughes would have wanted to lead his country out in Argentina and with that lead Clemence, Neal, McDermott and Thompson there too. There would have been no better way for Hughes to end the most glorious 12 months of his career.But his 12 months ended at Wembley. While Dalglish and Souness would enrol in Ally MacLeod’s Tartan Army, eleven Englishmen who helped Liverpool conquer Europe would stay at home.Liverpool Football Club’s relationship with the England national squad has always been tumultuous. The combination of Ian Callaghan, Tommy Smith and Jamie Carragher were capped fewer times than Phil Neville; John Barnes, Robbie Fowler and Steven Gerrard failed to reproduce their club form at international level, much to the chagrin of the media. Given the apparent lack of correlation between performances for club and country, supporters’ reticence for the club to invest in English talent is peculiar. To pigeon-hole any signing with nationality is peculiar enough.The signing of Jordan Henderson from Sunderland is an exciting one. Young, determined, versatile and professional, Henderson appears the type of player that will thrive under the guidance of Kenny Dalglish. He can tackle, pass, move and shoot – all at the age of 21; all components of a successful Premier League midfielder.Yet there’s a quiet voice of dissention amongst Liverpool supporters. Not because of the player himself, but rather his nationality. Henderson’s signing seems indicative of a more English-based policy from the football club, displeasing those who have become accustomed to a more continentally assembled squad.It’s a waste of time signing English players, some claim, because it’s the worst England side since the 1950s. Others cite the U21 European Championship currently being held in Denmark as a deterrent towards English talent.Not even the most jingoistic England fan would deny Spain, France and Germany possess more technique, flair and mental toughness. But Liverpool are not managed by Fabio Capello or Stuart Pearce; nor do their supporters bemoan every misplaced pass or every shot dragged wide. Playing for Liverpool Football Club and England are two separate entities and require two separate mentalities.Fifteen Englishmen, who possess 349 caps between them, started in Liverpool’s four European Cup finals, yet England only advanced beyond the first round of an international tournament once between 1976 and 1984 – failing to qualify three times. While Liverpool conquered Europe, England crumbled.Traditionally, Liverpool’s worst signings have been those based on international outings. Babb and Diao were bought after an excellent World Cup, while Diouf and Dimoede wowed for Senegal and France. If the club’s scouting network emphasised internationals in recent times, the profligacy of Fernando Torres or the devilry of Luis Suarez would have made neither a Liverpool player.But such are the complexities of acquiring new talent for a football club. It’s not as simple as indentifying a player, purchasing him and slotting him into the side like a mechanic finding a cog to fix a car. Take Jordan Henderson. Opinions on him have been based on 180 minutes of football, playing a style he won’t be playing, in a position he won’t be playing, with players he won’t be playing with. Liverpool, Dalglish, Clarke and Comolli know this, because they’ve watched him as many times as a Stadium of Light season ticket holder.When signing Henderson, they’ll have thought of his potential with Gerrard playing central – not with Gerrard wide left like he was for England against France in November. They’ll have imagined him with Lucas, Meireles, Suarez and Kuyt, not Rose, Mancienne and Cleverley, as he was against Spain U21s.For the first time in years, there’s structure and stability to both the club’s hierarchy and transfer dealings. No longer must the club sell their best players and buy poorer replacements to finance debt repayments; no longer will ineptitude at the highest level scupper plans for quality players.The one policy of this Liverpool is simple: purchase players who will improve Liverpool Football Club. Their nationality is irrelevant – the signings of Suarez, with reported interest in Zapata proves that – as is their current club, league or fee. It is not for the supporters to decide if those factors are suitable – if they’re suitable to Dalglish, then they’re suitable for Liverpool Football Club.It’s only when a player pulls on a red shirt that Liverpool supporters should be interested, because that’s all a player should be judged upon. 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Even after the postponement was announced, the rain still fell.Ground staff struggled in vain to restrict the damage, but ein Unglück kommt selten allein – it never rains but it pours. Liverpool supporters would sympathise for the next few months. Boardroom battles, subpar performances and internal bickering cast a dark, debt-filled cloud above the football club, but the sun slowly shone through - first, the removal of Hicks and Gillett; then, the return of the King. The internal rearranging didn’t cease there. The club said goodbye to a former hero, and immediately welcomed a new one - and with him, a colossus centre forward with unlimited potential.It’s difficult to review the season just passed without the need of separation and distinction - the Liverpool of August to January is in stark contrast to what would follow. Luis Suarez made a mere 13 appearances for Liverpool last season, making his debut in February, but proved popular amongst supporters for Player of the Year.The first half of the season was not without its moments though, and it’s important to remember those who contributed both on and off the pitch. The temptation is to erase months of last season; dispatch matches and moments to the remotest alcove of your mind, never to be remembered again. Doing that does a disservice to the likes of Lucas, Raul Meireles and Jamie Carragher and their impressive performances.But whether the awards are for moments in 2010 or 2011, remember how it all started and remember the lyric: at the end of a storm is a golden sky. With new owners and Kenny Dalglish in charge, the sky has rarely seemed so golden in years.   PLAYER OF THE YEAR: Lucas LeivaHonourable mentions: Dirk Kuyt, Luis SuarezTwitter: Lucas (74.4%), Dirk Kuyt (14%), Luis Suarez (7%), Raul Meireles (2.3%), Pepe Reina (2.3%)What I say: The goals of Dirk Kuyt and the raw ingenuity of Luis Suarez have written headlines for Liverpool, but it's Lucas who’s provided the canvas to publish them. His worth to the first team can not and should not be underestimated or underappreciated. After a four-year battle, it no longer is.Consistency can be used negatively at times in the football lexicon, serving as a trite synonym for average, mundane or middling. Not Lucas. His consistency is exactly what Liverpool has relied upon throughout the season, with both Roy Hodgson and Kenny Dalglish entrusting Lucas with dictating the side’s style of play. His role cannot cater for whimsicality, nor can it accommodate frivolity. Instead, it needs a mature head, quick feet and an indomitable desire to prevail. Lucas possesses all three, and with it, progressed rapidly. His performance at home to Chelsea was superb, bettered only by his performance in the reverse fixture three months later. Over the course of the season, he emerged with confidence befitting the two sporting institutions he represents.His rewards for such progression were poles apart, but equally as important to him: a place in Brazil’s Copa America squad and a place in the heart of the most stubborn Liverpool supporter.What you say: “Lucas consistently performed well, improved again this season, and genuinely ‘gets’ what it means to play for Liverpool Football Club. The lad has dignity, courage, humility and character off the pitch, and talent and application on it.” (Berta Cara on Lucas)“When the boy became a man.  I was never in the anti-Lucas camp and was singing his many songs at matches (where the idea he doesn't have any comes from I'll never know) but I did feel that a midfield partnership of him and Mascherano was not conducive to winning football matches. This season he's had the responsibility of firstly holding a shaky midfield with no help from Gerrard and post-Roy of dictating the rhythm of our play.  “Lucas is now our chief ball winner, and the speed and accuracy he releases it, he dictates how we attack on the break.  With actual pacey wingers either side of him next season we'll really see the benefit of his pinball flipper feet.  If anything though, Lucas deserves the award for his attitude; he's become a man and has answered critics with ease.” (Degs on Lucas)“Even during the desperate time of the Hodgson era, he stood out for his tireless effort and genuine quality when most or all around him were a shambles. Performances in the big games, most notably at home to Chelsea, were superb and given that it comes on the back of so much unwarranted flak, his progress has been great to watch.” (Stephen McKenna on Lucas) PROSPECT OF THE YEAR: Martin KellyHonourable mentions: John Flanagan, Adam MorganTwitter: Martin Kelly (58.7%), John Flanagan (21.7%), Adam Morgan (4.3%), Jay Spearing (4.3%)What I say:  Such is the maturity of Martin Kelly, it is hard to believe it’s less than two years since his man-of-the-match performance against Lyon; it’s even harder to believe he made just two more appearances that season. With four first-team showings, starts in the League Cup and Europa League were expected to be his limit this year; instead, as he limped off injured against West Ham at Upton Park, he did to a backdrop of disappointed Liverpool supporters as the club’s first choice right-back.More impressive than his superb tackling and crossing is the mentality he possesses. Both his attacking prowess and defensive nous can be improved at Melwood, but attitude is something which can’t be taught. He’s been thrust unexpectedly into the team on three separate occasions – Lyon, Chelsea and the FA Cup tie at Old Trafford. On each occasion, he was man-of-the-match. After his appearance at Old Trafford, he didn’t look back – no surprise, given very few wingers have managed to pass him. Injury at West Ham may have curtailed his progress this season, but he’ll enter next year with no U21 European Championship fatigue and a desire to keep out fellow youngster John Flanagan, who impressed in his absence.What you say: “He probably didn’t expect to play much, if at all, during the season, but slotted into the right-back role like an experienced campaigner. His season was cruelly cut short by injury, but he will certainly be back next season.” (Liam Milner on Martin Kelly)“John Flanagan has done brilliantly, but Kelly is just a bit more of an exciting prospect for me. Both handled pressure very well, but Kelly stood out in a number of big games.” (Morris MacIver on Martin Kelly)“Kelly broke through and came close to winning man of the match in every match he started.  I understand why people want him to play at centre-back as it's seen as more important than full back, but for me if Kelly moves there now we'll miss out on the lightening pace and brilliant crosses he's able to deliver, as well as the full-back's long lost art of stopping an opposition winger.  Special note to Raheem Stirling - I was at the Youth Cup match against Southend and the lad will be a permanent feature on the bench by the end of next season.” (Degs on Martin Kelly)   MATCH OF THE YEAR: Chelsea 0-1 LiverpoolHonourable mentions: Liverpool 3-1 Man Utd, Fulham 2-5 LiverpoolTwitter: Man Utd 3-1 (43.9%), Chelsea 0-1 (19.6%), Fulham 2-5 (19.6%), Man City 3-0 (4.9%)What I say: Kuyt’s hat trick was as enjoyable as Fulham’s demolition was breathtaking, but the win at Stamford Bridge could be regarded as a definitive moment in the history of Liverpool Football Club. Over the past three years, it was easy for Liverpool supporters to forget what the club represented. Supporters had lost pride in the club, embarrassed by the actions of those at the top of the hierarchy. Dalglish’s return restored some pride, but Torres’ transfer knocked it once more. Upset, anger and disenchantment followed.His gloating of joining a big club rankled; the travelling Kop entered Stamford Bridge riled. The following 90 minutes would see the team personify those supporters’ feelings. A mantra in footballing form: no one is bigger than the club; Liverpool Football Club will exist no matter what.It was an incredible team performance, supplemented by Dalglish’s astute tactical intelligence. It also vanquished any claim he wasn’t adaptable to the modern game. From the moment Carragher launched into a goal-saving block on Torres’ shot, it was apparent this result would be based on more than just ability. Liverpool FC, their staff and supporters, had a point to prove, and did so by outplaying and outsinging their counterparts. What you say: “Not only a great victory away from home, but played with the backdrop of the Torres saga and his subsequent comments.  Fans were truly dismayed at Torres disloyalty to both the club and the supporters who had idolised him. His subsequent comments that he had moved to a ‘big’ club did little to soften the transfer betrayal.  A fine Meireles goal sealed a great away victory.” (Berta Cara on 0-1 Chelsea)“A tough one, as there were a few exceptional team performances under Dalglish. In terms of the football played, the Birmingham and Fulham games were excellent. But I think the Man City game showed just how far we'd come as a unit. Brilliant performance.” (Morris MacIver on Man City 3-0)“A victory over United is always satisfying. This was especially enjoyable though, firstly because of Dalglish’s presence in the dugout, and secondly for the performance of Kuyt and Suarez on the pitch. The former was clinical, the latter electric.” (Liam Milner on Man Utd 3-1) INDIVIDUAL PERFORMANCE OF THE YEAR: Gerrard v Napoli (H)Honourable mentions: Luis Suarez v Fulham (A), Lucas v Chelsea (A), Carroll v Man City (H)Twitter: Suarez v Man Utd H (56.2%), Gerrard v Napoli H (15.4%), Lucas v Chelsea A (10.3%), Suarez v Fulham A (7.7%)What I say: There are two types of individual performance worthy of the highest praise. There’s the masterful puppetry of a creative player pulling the strings and making those around him dance; the player stoically skates around the pitch, chief cause of the crowd’s gushing emanations. Alternatively, the strings are cut, the toys are snatched and the player charges ahead alone. Both beautiful; both witnessed this season. At Craven Cottage, Suarez play puppeteer, demonstrating his wondrous ability with every touch. At home to Napoli, Steven Gerrard entered at half-time and turned the match 180 degrees. From Europa League elimination to qualification in 13 second-half minutes.It’s the latter which edges out. While Suarez was stunning against Fulham, he had the benefit of Maxi, Kuyt, Lucas, Johnson, Meireles and Shelvey to play with. Napoli was an off night for many and, in a match so emotionally charged, required something divine to rescue a point. Enter Steven Gerrard at half time.He charged around the pitch, chasing Napoli and forcing errors from a team who had retained possession to well in the first half. Confidence had now turned into caution.  His hat trick was deserved and also a perfect embodiment of the captain. The first goal showed determination, while the penalty showed nerve. The third, which confirmed his dominant display, showcased his refined elegance with the ball. What you say: “The best player on the pitch by such a considerable distance it was both frightening and embarrassing in equal measure.” (James Ward on Gerrard v Napoli 3-1)“It should have taken three minutes of watching Luis Suarez's debut to see that he would be a success, Excellent on the ball, amazing movement off it and a master finisher.  Yet still before the Man United match, the idiocy of the masses was still on show. Paul Merson said we needed pace and he wouldn’t give us that; the best though, is that if you ask Smalling and Wes Brown, they'd love to play against Suarez as he's not gonna bully 'em, not really gonna run behind them. 90 minutes later, the 2011/2012 player of the season had arrived.” (Degs on Suarez v United 3-1)“He destroyed them.” (Kyle Baldwin on Suarez v United 3-1) TEAM PERFORMANCE OF THE YEAR: Liverpool 3-0 Man CityHonourable mentions: Fulham 2-5 Liverpool, Liverpool 3-1 Man Utd, Chelsea 0-1 LiverpoolTwitter: Fulham 2-5 (26.8%), Man City 3-0 (22%), Chelsea 0-1 (19.5%), Man Utd 3-1 (12.2%), Arsenal 1-1 A (9.8%)What I say: The transformation under Kenny Dalglish’s leadership makes this choice a difficult one – not only have individual performances bettered, but there’s been a distinct improvement in teamwork and team ethic. The aforementioned Stamford Bridge result demonstrated what can be achieved through determination, while both the home win against Man Utd and the away win at Fulham provided Liverpool supporters with an attacking style not seen in years.But it was on a warm March evening against Manchester City which provided fans with the ultimate pass-and-move display, supplemented with the defensive solidity that’s been introduced under Kenny Dalglish and Steve Clarke.Starting Suarez and Carroll together at Anfield for the first time, supporters would have been forgiven for expecting a disjointed opening. Instead, Suarez and Carroll combined well with each other and the rest of the team immediately. The passing was short, sharp and intelligent; Jay Spearing kept a midfielder twice his height and width ineffective, while Lucas, Meireles and Kuyt combined efficiently and effectively to provide the front two. Kuyt’s goal is a perfect example of the intelligence the team played with that night as players moved around, creating space and giving the man on the ball options. The perseverance paid off, and so it did in defence, too. Carragher and Skrtel kept £75million of attacking talent quiet, while Aurelio provided options throughout; but special praise was reserved for John Flanagan, making his full debut and making Mario Balotelli gain the unwanted role of a substitute being substituted. Carragher, metaphorically, held the 18-year-old’s hand throughout – then again, for the 90 minutes, the whole team seemed to hold each others’ hands as they decimated Manchester City’s billionaires as a slick, attacking unit.What you say: “The best football I have seen us play in ages.” (Nikki Kersey on Fulham 2-5)“Fulham. 3-0 up within 16 minutes and dominated for the majority of the match. It was a completely different Liverpool to the one that had laboured in the first half of the season.” (Joel Richards on Fulham 2-5)“The Manchester City win was probably the most professional, keeping them quiet while dismantling their defence with ease. If only we had this set up from the beginning of the season.” (Distinguishthis on Man City 3-0) ATMOSPHERE OF THE SEASON: Fulham 2-5 LiverpoolHonourable mentions: Liverpool 3-1 Napoli, Man Utd 1-0 LiverpoolTwitter: Fulham 2-5 (43.3%), Man Utd 3-1 (18.9%), Everton 2-2 (13.5%)What I say: There’s always something special about London away days; a certain sense of anarchism floats above the Thames as the anti-establishment enter the capital. Add that to a Monday night fixture, with a new-found optimism for Europe, and Fulham always had the potential to serve up an excellent atmosphere.Three goals in the first 16 minutes no doubt helped – but even before then, the travelling Kop were in fine voice. It was as if the traditional stroll through Bishops Park had somehow transported the support back in time. There were smiles on faces and swaggers on display; the Liverpool boys – and girls – were in town.In recent years, the match hasn’t been very enjoyable, regardless of performances on the pitch. Supporters bickered amongst each other, debating where people’s vociferousness should be directed towards. Not under new owners; not under Kenny Dalglish. No matter where you were in Fulham’s away end, smiling faces surrounded you; sometimes even a conga line broke out, led by boys whose aggregated age is probably lower than Kenny’s.It was Kenny’s appearance which brought the loudest cheer of the evening, even a decibel above the Maxi Rodriguez and Luis Suarez ditties. As he walked across the pitch and towards the tunnel at half-time, 3,000 Reds burst into the cry of Dalglish. As simple as it is poignant, as loud as it was touching, Kenny smiled back towards his adoring followers. He looked how we felt.What you say: “At home, Napoli and Chelsea were like two halves of a performance, with the European atmosphere running into the league encounter. Anfield was loud, on its feet and animalistic in its passion. But again, the award goes to Fulham. Even the stewards were dancing with us.” (Distinguishthis on Fulham 2-5)“To have Dalglish’s return to Anfield coincide with Everton’s visit just added to what’s usually a melting-pot atmosphere anyway. Add that to their chirpiness over being above us in the table - albeit on goal difference - and the Kop was a wall of noise.” (Ian Hennessey on Everton 2-2)“It was like the good old days when we were on our way to major finals or titles with everyone singing before, during, and after match - including during half time. Not a moaner in sight and everyone had smiles on their faces and was totally relaxed.” (Liz Collingwood on Fulham 2-5) CROWD CELEBRATION OF THE SEASON: Gerrard’s 2nd v Manchester United (A)Honourable mentions: Gerrard’s 2nd v Napoli (H), Maxi v Bolton (A)Twitter: Meireles v Chelsea A (18.2%), Kuyt’s 3rd v Man Utd H (18.2%), Kuyt v Arsenal A (18.2%), Kuyt’s 1st v Man Utd H (12.1%)What I say: Liverpool’s 3-2 defeat in Manchester will irk most supporters; minds will cast back, ruefully, towards Berbatov’s splendid overhead kick. But for those who stood in the Old Trafford away end, there was a moment which eclipsed that – a celebration so raucous, bruises are still fading on thighs and calves. As a supporter, nothing beats the celebration of a goal. There's a stirring togetherness about celebrating an important goal. It doesn't matter if you're a lawyer, librarian, accountant or acrobat; nor does it matter how old you are, or who you believe should start at left back. For that one moment of rapture, an amalgamation of limbs and loud reverberations unite our support in body and mind. As Gerrard’s free kick hit the net, the support united like never before. Still wet from our trip to Manchester a month previous, and still smarting from the goalless draw at St Andrews a fortnight before, it was a moment of utter elation; two away goals scored, to make it 2-2 no less, from Steven Gerrard. Such was the ferocity of the celebration, we would not discover he’d replicated the camera kiss celebration until the morning after. What you say: “Dirk's last minute equaliser at the Emirates. Last, last minute. It might not have meant anything in terms of our season but it was a massive marker in terms of our pride and for next season.” (Saif on Kuyt v Arsenal 1-1)“Kuyt’s opener against Manchester United at Anfield showed the Reds at their defiant best. United expected to have a party, but Suarez and Kuyt had the ground bouncing.” (PhilLFC81 on Kuyt’s 1st v Man Utd 3-1)“Gerrard’s first, and Liverpool’s equaliser, against Napoli was pretty special. Kept our Europa League hopes alive and kept Napoli quiet after they’d been so loud in the first half.” (JonCook5 on Gerrard’s 1st v Napoli) EUROPEAN AWAY OF THE SEASON: Sparta Prague v LiverpoolHonourable mentions: Braga v Liverpool, Napoli v LiverpoolTwitter: Sparta Prague (66.6%), Trabzonspor (16.7%), Napoli (16.7%)What you say: “Love Prague anyway but it was great to have a few days having a drink. Got interviewed by Claire Rourke on Charles Bridge and visited a few other grounds in Prague with my son Lee and good friends.” (Nick Harman on Sparta Prague)“I loved Prague and drinking until 4am with mates, so that gets the vote - but a special mention should go to Braga. Fantastic stadium and Superbock in the sun – marvellous. Only downside was the result, which led to a bit of furniture rearranging.” (ChrisHerdFanClub on Sparta Prague and Braga)“Ignoring the nastiness, Naples had some wonderful ice cream and pizza.” (jh_lfc on Napoli) MOMENT OF THE SEASON: The removal of Hicks and GillettHonourable mentions: Dalglish’s return, Happy Birthday Kenny DalglishTwitter: Dalglish’s return (47.6%), Takeover (33.3%), Happy Birthday Kenny Dalglish (9.5%)What I say: Much like the Twitter vote, there’s two clear modes of thought. To see Dalglish walk out at Old Trafford was something most supporters of the younger generation never thought they’d witness. The roar he received at Old Trafford as he walked out of the tunnel still reverberates in some ears; the glow inside from that moment has never ceased. With each clap, building towards a crescendo of DALGLISH, the reality becomes clearer and clearer - Kenny Dalglish is manager of Liverpool Football Club.But Kenny nearly didn’t have a football club to manage. Despite work from Spirit of Shankly, as well as other supporter movements such as Save LFC, Tom Hicks and George Gillett were the itch that couldn’t be scratched; the growth that couldn’t be removed. The club drifted, aimlessly, like Charon ferrying souls down the Archeron, with many unaware of the oblivion that lay ahead.But the hard work of SOS and others finally told; Hicks and Gillett were forced to sell. Not only did the arrival of FSG (then known as NESV) bring financial stability to the club, but also a return to the values that made Liverpool Football Club proud to be who they were. No more debates about balance sheets or banks; no more dirty laundry being aired in public. Liverpool Football Club were back to doing what it does best – football.And not only is that the moment of the season, but one of the most important moments in the club’s history. What you say: “I was a boy of 10 when he left. As a man of 30 I am filled with as much joy now as I was devastation then.  Also thanks to FSG for saving our club.” (Paul Romans on Dalglish’s return)“The perpetual shadow that had hung over the club, removed.  As good as any on pitch performance was, there was always the daunting debt draining our resources and directly affecting the players on the pitch. Hicks and Gillett were a cancer that had to be removed for our club to have a chance of not just success, but survival.” (Degs on the removal of Hicks and Gillett)“Getting taken over was the aim for the season, but Dalglish's return eclipses it.  I feel lucky to get a chance in my life to watch Dalglish as Liverpool manager.” (Paul Boyham on Dalglish’s return) GOAL OF THE SEASON: Torres’ 2nd v Wolves (A)Honourable mentions: Meireles v Wolves (A), Steven Gerrard v Blackburn (A)Twitter: Meireles v Wolves A (40.5%), Kuyt’s 1st v Man Utd H (14.3%), Carroll v Man City H (9.5%), Torres’ 2nd v Wolves A (9.5%), Suarez v Sunderland A (9.5%)What I say: Similar to individual performances, there’s two types of goal which will titillate a football supporter – a beautifully crafted, passing move finished off in style, or a long-range effort which requires technique in abundance. For those lucky enough to be at Molineux in January, they saw both within 40 minutes of each other. But while nearly half voted for Meireles’ superb volley, it’s Torres’ goodbye goal which excited me the most. It had everything Liverpool Football Club should be about. Possession football. Pass and move. Patience. It showed the ability of Lucas and Raul Meireles to move the ball quickly, efficiently and effectively in a packed midfield. It showed the confidence of 18-year-old Jonjo Shelvey, who always wanted the ball. It showed the everlasting graft of Dirk Kuyt, the intelligence of Fabio Aurelio and the creativity of Glen Johnson. But never before have they been combined to produce such a devastating end product. It was also a fitting final goal for Torres to score for the club, and a reminder that a lot of his success is owed to his teammates.What you say: “The way he just hit it first time was brilliant and technique wise you couldn't get any better. Plus it made for a memorable trip to Molineux.” (Joel Richards on Meireles v Wolves 0-3)“There was a pause in the celebrations from the away end because we didn't realise Meireles’ shot had gone in. Dirk's goal set up by Suarez should get an honourable mention as he danced his way through the Mancs' defence, and also Suarez's goal v Sunderland away as it was from a seemingly impossible angle.” (Liz Collingwood on Meireles v Wolves 0-3)“It's easy to overlook the quality of football that came before the finish, but we were really strutting our stuff. On top of that Raul's finish was superb, often overlooked because he made it seem so easy. The gap was tight and his technique was superb.” (Stephen McKenna on Meireles v Chelsea 0-1)   CHANT OF THE SEASON: Luis SuarezHonourable mentions: Dalglish, You’re Man Utd – you’ll do what you’re toldTwitter: Luis Suarez (32.5%), Happy Birthday Kenny (20%), Dalglish (15%)What you say: “It’s a Celtic rip-off but it is good fun to sing.” (Jward85 on Luis Suarez)“While YNWA is a classic, you'll often see me in the pubs, getting glares, as I sing LI-VER-POOL.” (Lev Berner on Li-ver-pool)“Happy Birthday to Kenny Dalglish was the Kop at its witty best.” (AlWillBol on Happy Birthday Dear Kenny) OPPOSITION PLAYER OF THE SEASON: Luka ModricHonourable mentions: Eqezuiel Lavezzi, Victor AnichebeTwitter: Luka Modric (37.9%), Scott Parker (13.5%), Dimitar Berbatov (13.5%)What I say: It may merely be because of the recentness of his performance, but Luka Modric didn’t just steal the show at Anfield last month – he wrote the entire script.The script, of course, was meant to be different. Kenny Dalglish had just signed a three-year deal and Liverpool needed a win to confirm European football for next season. Buoyed by a 5-0 win over Birmingham and a 5-2 win at Craven Cottage, and with Spurs on their worst run of the campaign, a win seemed inevitable.But then Modric gained control of the game. In a manner reminiscent of Xabi Alonso, with less passing range but more mobility, the Croatian dictated play like a conductor, his mercurial right foot serving as a baton. He combined well with van der Vaart, Sandro and Pienaar, providing them with the ball and then space for the return pass. He even dispatched a penalty with impressive nonchalance. While Anichebe’s power and Lavezzi’s trickery impressed at Anfield, neither performance could match the eloquence of Luka Modric’s.What you say: “Very, very classy midfielder whom I’d happily see at Anfield in a red shirt.” (Liam Milner on Luka Modric)“Not just because he's ours now - he was a monster that had us off all day. They played the ball to his feet and he dropped deep and laid it off to them, he wasn't the static head on a pole he has been here.  He topped it off with a cracking strike with his foot. “Reminded me of Crouch vs. AC Milan stretching our defenders out of position while the runners exploited this space. I hope shock collars are employed in pre-season training removing the long ball nature that has been on display while he's been on the pitch.” (Degs on Andy Carroll)“Charlie Adam had a stormer at Anfield. Picked pass after pass with scary accuracy. The entire Blackpool team were excellent that day.” (Christophe on Charlie Adam)   AS players huddled together, taking shelter from the torrential thunderstorm, hindsight would have claimed pathetic fallacy in an instant.In the small, picturesque Austrian town of Altach, the rain was relentless; Liverpool’s first pre-season friendly, ruined. Even after the postponement was announced, the rain still fell.Ground staff struggled in vain to restrict the damage, but ein Unglück kommt selten allein – it never rains but it pours. Liverpool supporters would sympathise for the next few months. Boardroom battles, subpar performances and internal bickering cast a dark, debt-filled cloud above the football club, but the sun slowly shone through - first, the removal of Hicks and Gillett; then, the return of the King. The internal rearranging didn’t cease there. The club said goodbye to a former hero, and immediately welcomed a new one - and with him, a colossus centre forward with unlimited potential.It’s difficult to review the season just passed without the need of separation and distinction - the Liverpool of August to January is in stark contrast to what would follow. Luis Suarez made a mere 13 appearances for Liverpool last season, making his debut in February, but proved popular amongst supporters for Player of the Year.The first half of the season was not without its moments though, and it’s important to remember those who contributed both on and off the pitch. The temptation is to erase months of last season; dispatch matches and moments to the remotest alcove of your mind, never to be remembered again. Doing that does a disservice to the likes of Lucas, Raul Meireles and Jamie Carragher and their impressive performances.But whether the awards are for moments in 2010 or 2011, remember how it all started and remember the lyric: at the end of a storm is a golden sky. With new owners and Kenny Dalglish in charge, the sky has rarely seemed so golden in years.   PLAYER OF THE YEAR: Lucas LeivaHonourable mentions: Dirk Kuyt, Luis SuarezTwitter: Lucas (74.4%), Dirk Kuyt (14%), Luis Suarez (7%), Raul Meireles (2.3%), Pepe Reina (2.3%)What I say: The goals of Dirk Kuyt and the raw ingenuity of Luis Suarez have written headlines for Liverpool, but it's Lucas who’s provided the canvas to publish them. His worth to the first team can not and should not be underestimated or underappreciated. After a four-year battle, it no longer is.Consistency can be used negatively at times in the football lexicon, serving as a trite synonym for average, mundane or middling. Not Lucas. His consistency is exactly what Liverpool has relied upon throughout the season, with both Roy Hodgson and Kenny Dalglish entrusting Lucas with dictating the side’s style of play. His role cannot cater for whimsicality, nor can it accommodate frivolity. Instead, it needs a mature head, quick feet and an indomitable desire to prevail. Lucas possesses all three, and with it, progressed rapidly. His performance at home to Chelsea was superb, bettered only by his performance in the reverse fixture three months later. Over the course of the season, he emerged with confidence befitting the two sporting institutions he represents.His rewards for such progression were poles apart, but equally as important to him: a place in Brazil’s Copa America squad and a place in the heart of the most stubborn Liverpool supporter.What you say: “Lucas consistently performed well, improved again this season, and genuinely ‘gets’ what it means to play for Liverpool Football Club. The lad has dignity, courage, humility and character off the pitch, and talent and application on it.” (Berta Cara on Lucas)“When the boy became a man.  I was never in the anti-Lucas camp and was singing his many songs at matches (where the idea he doesn't have any comes from I'll never know) but I did feel that a midfield partnership of him and Mascherano was not conducive to winning football matches. This season he's had the responsibility of firstly holding a shaky midfield with no help from Gerrard and post-Roy of dictating the rhythm of our play.  “Lucas is now our chief ball winner, and the speed and accuracy he releases it, he dictates how we attack on the break.  With actual pacey wingers either side of him next season we'll really see the benefit of his pinball flipper feet.  If anything though, Lucas deserves the award for his attitude; he's become a man and has answered critics with ease.” (Degs on Lucas)“Even during the desperate time of the Hodgson era, he stood out for his tireless effort and genuine quality when most or all around him were a shambles. Performances in the big games, most notably at home to Chelsea, were superb and given that it comes on the back of so much unwarranted flak, his progress has been great to watch.” (Stephen McKenna on Lucas) PROSPECT OF THE YEAR: Martin KellyHonourable mentions: John Flanagan, Adam MorganTwitter: Martin Kelly (58.7%), John Flanagan (21.7%), Adam Morgan (4.3%), Jay Spearing (4.3%)What I say:  Such is the maturity of Martin Kelly, it is hard to believe it’s less than two years since his man-of-the-match performance against Lyon; it’s even harder to believe he made just two more appearances that season. With four first-team showings, starts in the League Cup and Europa League were expected to be his limit this year; instead, as he limped off injured against West Ham at Upton Park, he did to a backdrop of disappointed Liverpool supporters as the club’s first choice right-back.More impressive than his superb tackling and crossing is the mentality he possesses. Both his attacking prowess and defensive nous can be improved at Melwood, but attitude is something which can’t be taught. He’s been thrust unexpectedly into the team on three separate occasions – Lyon, Chelsea and the FA Cup tie at Old Trafford. On each occasion, he was man-of-the-match. After his appearance at Old Trafford, he didn’t look back – no surprise, given very few wingers have managed to pass him. Injury at West Ham may have curtailed his progress this season, but he’ll enter next year with no U21 European Championship fatigue and a desire to keep out fellow youngster John Flanagan, who impressed in his absence.What you say: “He probably didn’t expect to play much, if at all, during the season, but slotted into the right-back role like an experienced campaigner. His season was cruelly cut short by injury, but he will certainly be back next season.” (Liam Milner on Martin Kelly)“John Flanagan has done brilliantly, but Kelly is just a bit more of an exciting prospect for me. Both handled pressure very well, but Kelly stood out in a number of big games.” (Morris MacIver on Martin Kelly)“Kelly broke through and came close to winning man of the match in every match he started.  I understand why people want him to play at centre-back as it's seen as more important than full back, but for me if Kelly moves there now we'll miss out on the lightening pace and brilliant crosses he's able to deliver, as well as the full-back's long lost art of stopping an opposition winger.  Special note to Raheem Stirling - I was at the Youth Cup match against Southend and the lad will be a permanent feature on the bench by the end of next season.” (Degs on Martin Kelly)   MATCH OF THE YEAR: Chelsea 0-1 LiverpoolHonourable mentions: Liverpool 3-1 Man Utd, Fulham 2-5 LiverpoolTwitter: Man Utd 3-1 (43.9%), Chelsea 0-1 (19.6%), Fulham 2-5 (19.6%), Man City 3-0 (4.9%)What I say: Kuyt’s hat trick was as enjoyable as Fulham’s demolition was breathtaking, but the win at Stamford Bridge could be regarded as a definitive moment in the history of Liverpool Football Club. Over the past three years, it was easy for Liverpool supporters to forget what the club represented. Supporters had lost pride in the club, embarrassed by the actions of those at the top of the hierarchy. Dalglish’s return restored some pride, but Torres’ transfer knocked it once more. Upset, anger and disenchantment followed.His gloating of joining a big club rankled; the travelling Kop entered Stamford Bridge riled. The following 90 minutes would see the team personify those supporters’ feelings. A mantra in footballing form: no one is bigger than the club; Liverpool Football Club will exist no matter what.It was an incredible team performance, supplemented by Dalglish’s astute tactical intelligence. It also vanquished any claim he wasn’t adaptable to the modern game. From the moment Carragher launched into a goal-saving block on Torres’ shot, it was apparent this result would be based on more than just ability. Liverpool FC, their staff and supporters, had a point to prove, and did so by outplaying and outsinging their counterparts. What you say: “Not only a great victory away from home, but played with the backdrop of the Torres saga and his subsequent comments.  Fans were truly dismayed at Torres disloyalty to both the club and the supporters who had idolised him. His subsequent comments that he had moved to a ‘big’ club did little to soften the transfer betrayal.  A fine Meireles goal sealed a great away victory.” (Berta Cara on 0-1 Chelsea)“A tough one, as there were a few exceptional team performances under Dalglish. In terms of the football played, the Birmingham and Fulham games were excellent. But I think the Man City game showed just how far we'd come as a unit. Brilliant performance.” (Morris MacIver on Man City 3-0)“A victory over United is always satisfying. This was especially enjoyable though, firstly because of Dalglish’s presence in the dugout, and secondly for the performance of Kuyt and Suarez on the pitch. The former was clinical, the latter electric.” (Liam Milner on Man Utd 3-1) INDIVIDUAL PERFORMANCE OF THE YEAR: Gerrard v Napoli (H)Honourable mentions: Luis Suarez v Fulham (A), Lucas v Chelsea (A), Carroll v Man City (H)Twitter: Suarez v Man Utd H (56.2%), Gerrard v Napoli H (15.4%), Lucas v Chelsea A (10.3%), Suarez v Fulham A (7.7%)What I say: There are two types of individual performance worthy of the highest praise. There’s the masterful puppetry of a creative player pulling the strings and making those around him dance; the player stoically skates around the pitch, chief cause of the crowd’s gushing emanations. Alternatively, the strings are cut, the toys are snatched and the player charges ahead alone. Both beautiful; both witnessed this season. At Craven Cottage, Suarez play puppeteer, demonstrating his wondrous ability with every touch. At home to Napoli, Steven Gerrard entered at half-time and turned the match 180 degrees. From Europa League elimination to qualification in 13 second-half minutes.It’s the latter which edges out. While Suarez was stunning against Fulham, he had the benefit of Maxi, Kuyt, Lucas, Johnson, Meireles and Shelvey to play with. Napoli was an off night for many and, in a match so emotionally charged, required something divine to rescue a point. Enter Steven Gerrard at half time.He charged around the pitch, chasing Napoli and forcing errors from a team who had retained possession to well in the first half. Confidence had now turned into caution.  His hat trick was deserved and also a perfect embodiment of the captain. The first goal showed determination, while the penalty showed nerve. The third, which confirmed his dominant display, showcased his refined elegance with the ball. What you say: “The best player on the pitch by such a considerable distance it was both frightening and embarrassing in equal measure.” (James Ward on Gerrard v Napoli 3-1)“It should have taken three minutes of watching Luis Suarez's debut to see that he would be a success, Excellent on the ball, amazing movement off it and a master finisher.  Yet still before the Man United match, the idiocy of the masses was still on show. Paul Merson said we needed pace and he wouldn’t give us that; the best though, is that if you ask Smalling and Wes Brown, they'd love to play against Suarez as he's not gonna bully 'em, not really gonna run behind them. 90 minutes later, the 2011/2012 player of the season had arrived.” (Degs on Suarez v United 3-1)“He destroyed them.” (Kyle Baldwin on Suarez v United 3-1) TEAM PERFORMANCE OF THE YEAR: Liverpool 3-0 Man CityHonourable mentions: Fulham 2-5 Liverpool, Liverpool 3-1 Man Utd, Chelsea 0-1 LiverpoolTwitter: Fulham 2-5 (26.8%), Man City 3-0 (22%), Chelsea 0-1 (19.5%), Man Utd 3-1 (12.2%), Arsenal 1-1 A (9.8%)What I say: The transformation under Kenny Dalglish’s leadership makes this choice a difficult one – not only have individual performances bettered, but there’s been a distinct improvement in teamwork and team ethic. The aforementioned Stamford Bridge result demonstrated what can be achieved through determination, while both the home win against Man Utd and the away win at Fulham provided Liverpool supporters with an attacking style not seen in years.But it was on a warm March evening against Manchester City which provided fans with the ultimate pass-and-move display, supplemented with the defensive solidity that’s been introduced under Kenny Dalglish and Steve Clarke.Starting Suarez and Carroll together at Anfield for the first time, supporters would have been forgiven for expecting a disjointed opening. Instead, Suarez and Carroll combined well with each other and the rest of the team immediately. The passing was short, sharp and intelligent; Jay Spearing kept a midfielder twice his height and width ineffective, while Lucas, Meireles and Kuyt combined efficiently and effectively to provide the front two. Kuyt’s goal is a perfect example of the intelligence the team played with that night as players moved around, creating space and giving the man on the ball options. The perseverance paid off, and so it did in defence, too. Carragher and Skrtel kept £75million of attacking talent quiet, while Aurelio provided options throughout; but special praise was reserved for John Flanagan, making his full debut and making Mario Balotelli gain the unwanted role of a substitute being substituted. Carragher, metaphorically, held the 18-year-old’s hand throughout – then again, for the 90 minutes, the whole team seemed to hold each others’ hands as they decimated Manchester City’s billionaires as a slick, attacking unit.What you say: “The best football I have seen us play in ages.” (Nikki Kersey on Fulham 2-5)“Fulham. 3-0 up within 16 minutes and dominated for the majority of the match. It was a completely different Liverpool to the one that had laboured in the first half of the season.” (Joel Richards on Fulham 2-5)“The Manchester City win was probably the most professional, keeping them quiet while dismantling their defence with ease. If only we had this set up from the beginning of the season.” (Distinguishthis on Man City 3-0) ATMOSPHERE OF THE SEASON: Fulham 2-5 LiverpoolHonourable mentions: Liverpool 3-1 Napoli, Man Utd 1-0 LiverpoolTwitter: Fulham 2-5 (43.3%), Man Utd 3-1 (18.9%), Everton 2-2 (13.5%)What I say: There’s always something special about London away days; a certain sense of anarchism floats above the Thames as the anti-establishment enter the capital. Add that to a Monday night fixture, with a new-found optimism for Europe, and Fulham always had the potential to serve up an excellent atmosphere.Three goals in the first 16 minutes no doubt helped – but even before then, the travelling Kop were in fine voice. It was as if the traditional stroll through Bishops Park had somehow transported the support back in time. There were smiles on faces and swaggers on display; the Liverpool boys – and girls – were in town.In recent years, the match hasn’t been very enjoyable, regardless of performances on the pitch. Supporters bickered amongst each other, debating where people’s vociferousness should be directed towards. Not under new owners; not under Kenny Dalglish. No matter where you were in Fulham’s away end, smiling faces surrounded you; sometimes even a conga line broke out, led by boys whose aggregated age is probably lower than Kenny’s.It was Kenny’s appearance which brought the loudest cheer of the evening, even a decibel above the Maxi Rodriguez and Luis Suarez ditties. As he walked across the pitch and towards the tunnel at half-time, 3,000 Reds burst into the cry of Dalglish. As simple as it is poignant, as loud as it was touching, Kenny smiled back towards his adoring followers. He looked how we felt.What you say: “At home, Napoli and Chelsea were like two halves of a performance, with the European atmosphere running into the league encounter. Anfield was loud, on its feet and animalistic in its passion. But again, the award goes to Fulham. Even the stewards were dancing with us.” (Distinguishthis on Fulham 2-5)“To have Dalglish’s return to Anfield coincide with Everton’s visit just added to what’s usually a melting-pot atmosphere anyway. Add that to their chirpiness over being above us in the table - albeit on goal difference - and the Kop was a wall of noise.” (Ian Hennessey on Everton 2-2)“It was like the good old days when we were on our way to major finals or titles with everyone singing before, during, and after match - including during half time. Not a moaner in sight and everyone had smiles on their faces and was totally relaxed.” (Liz Collingwood on Fulham 2-5) CROWD CELEBRATION OF THE SEASON: Gerrard’s 2nd v Manchester United (A)Honourable mentions: Gerrard’s 2nd v Napoli (H), Maxi v Bolton (A)Twitter: Meireles v Chelsea A (18.2%), Kuyt’s 3rd v Man Utd H (18.2%), Kuyt v Arsenal A (18.2%), Kuyt’s 1st v Man Utd H (12.1%)What I say: Liverpool’s 3-2 defeat in Manchester will irk most supporters; minds will cast back, ruefully, towards Berbatov’s splendid overhead kick. But for those who stood in the Old Trafford away end, there was a moment which eclipsed that – a celebration so raucous, bruises are still fading on thighs and calves. As a supporter, nothing beats the celebration of a goal. There's a stirring togetherness about celebrating an important goal. It doesn't matter if you're a lawyer, librarian, accountant or acrobat; nor does it matter how old you are, or who you believe should start at left back. For that one moment of rapture, an amalgamation of limbs and loud reverberations unite our support in body and mind. As Gerrard’s free kick hit the net, the support united like never before. Still wet from our trip to Manchester a month previous, and still smarting from the goalless draw at St Andrews a fortnight before, it was a moment of utter elation; two away goals scored, to make it 2-2 no less, from Steven Gerrard. Such was the ferocity of the celebration, we would not discover he’d replicated the camera kiss celebration until the morning after. What you say: “Dirk's last minute equaliser at the Emirates. Last, last minute. It might not have meant anything in terms of our season but it was a massive marker in terms of our pride and for next season.” (Saif on Kuyt v Arsenal 1-1)“Kuyt’s opener against Manchester United at Anfield showed the Reds at their defiant best. United expected to have a party, but Suarez and Kuyt had the ground bouncing.” (PhilLFC81 on Kuyt’s 1st v Man Utd 3-1)“Gerrard’s first, and Liverpool’s equaliser, against Napoli was pretty special. Kept our Europa League hopes alive and kept Napoli quiet after they’d been so loud in the first half.” (JonCook5 on Gerrard’s 1st v Napoli) EUROPEAN AWAY OF THE SEASON: Sparta Prague v LiverpoolHonourable mentions: Braga v Liverpool, Napoli v LiverpoolTwitter: Sparta Prague (66.6%), Trabzonspor (16.7%), Napoli (16.7%)What you say: “Love Prague anyway but it was great to have a few days having a drink. Got interviewed by Claire Rourke on Charles Bridge and visited a few other grounds in Prague with my son Lee and good friends.” (Nick Harman on Sparta Prague)“I loved Prague and drinking until 4am with mates, so that gets the vote - but a special mention should go to Braga. Fantastic stadium and Superbock in the sun – marvellous. Only downside was the result, which led to a bit of furniture rearranging.” (ChrisHerdFanClub on Sparta Prague and Braga)“Ignoring the nastiness, Naples had some wonderful ice cream and pizza.” (jh_lfc on Napoli) MOMENT OF THE SEASON: The removal of Hicks and GillettHonourable mentions: Dalglish’s return, Happy Birthday Kenny DalglishTwitter: Dalglish’s return (47.6%), Takeover (33.3%), Happy Birthday Kenny Dalglish (9.5%)What I say: Much like the Twitter vote, there’s two clear modes of thought. To see Dalglish walk out at Old Trafford was something most supporters of the younger generation never thought they’d witness. The roar he received at Old Trafford as he walked out of the tunnel still reverberates in some ears; the glow inside from that moment has never ceased. With each clap, building towards a crescendo of DALGLISH, the reality becomes clearer and clearer - Kenny Dalglish is manager of Liverpool Football Club.But Kenny nearly didn’t have a football club to manage. Despite work from Spirit of Shankly, as well as other supporter movements such as Save LFC, Tom Hicks and George Gillett were the itch that couldn’t be scratched; the growth that couldn’t be removed. The club drifted, aimlessly, like Charon ferrying souls down the Archeron, with many unaware of the oblivion that lay ahead.But the hard work of SOS and others finally told; Hicks and Gillett were forced to sell. Not only did the arrival of FSG (then known as NESV) bring financial stability to the club, but also a return to the values that made Liverpool Football Club proud to be who they were. No more debates about balance sheets or banks; no more dirty laundry being aired in public. Liverpool Football Club were back to doing what it does best – football.And not only is that the moment of the season, but one of the most important moments in the club’s history. What you say: “I was a boy of 10 when he left. As a man of 30 I am filled with as much joy now as I was devastation then.  Also thanks to FSG for saving our club.” (Paul Romans on Dalglish’s return)“The perpetual shadow that had hung over the club, removed.  As good as any on pitch performance was, there was always the daunting debt draining our resources and directly affecting the players on the pitch. Hicks and Gillett were a cancer that had to be removed for our club to have a chance of not just success, but survival.” (Degs on the removal of Hicks and Gillett)“Getting taken over was the aim for the season, but Dalglish's return eclipses it.  I feel lucky to get a chance in my life to watch Dalglish as Liverpool manager.” (Paul Boyham on Dalglish’s return) GOAL OF THE SEASON: Torres’ 2nd v Wolves (A)Honourable mentions: Meireles v Wolves (A), Steven Gerrard v Blackburn (A)Twitter: Meireles v Wolves A (40.5%), Kuyt’s 1st v Man Utd H (14.3%), Carroll v Man City H (9.5%), Torres’ 2nd v Wolves A (9.5%), Suarez v Sunderland A (9.5%)What I say: Similar to individual performances, there’s two types of goal which will titillate a football supporter – a beautifully crafted, passing move finished off in style, or a long-range effort which requires technique in abundance. For those lucky enough to be at Molineux in January, they saw both within 40 minutes of each other. But while nearly half voted for Meireles’ superb volley, it’s Torres’ goodbye goal which excited me the most. It had everything Liverpool Football Club should be about. Possession football. Pass and move. Patience. It showed the ability of Lucas and Raul Meireles to move the ball quickly, efficiently and effectively in a packed midfield. It showed the confidence of 18-year-old Jonjo Shelvey, who always wanted the ball. It showed the everlasting graft of Dirk Kuyt, the intelligence of Fabio Aurelio and the creativity of Glen Johnson. But never before have they been combined to produce such a devastating end product. It was also a fitting final goal for Torres to score for the club, and a reminder that a lot of his success is owed to his teammates.What you say: “The way he just hit it first time was brilliant and technique wise you couldn't get any better. Plus it made for a memorable trip to Molineux.” (Joel Richards on Meireles v Wolves 0-3)“There was a pause in the celebrations from the away end because we didn't realise Meireles’ shot had gone in. Dirk's goal set up by Suarez should get an honourable mention as he danced his way through the Mancs' defence, and also Suarez's goal v Sunderland away as it was from a seemingly impossible angle.” (Liz Collingwood on Meireles v Wolves 0-3)“It's easy to overlook the quality of football that came before the finish, but we were really strutting our stuff. On top of that Raul's finish was superb, often overlooked because he made it seem so easy. The gap was tight and his technique was superb.” (Stephen McKenna on Meireles v Chelsea 0-1)   CHANT OF THE SEASON: Luis SuarezHonourable mentions: Dalglish, You’re Man Utd – you’ll do what you’re toldTwitter: Luis Suarez (32.5%), Happy Birthday Kenny (20%), Dalglish (15%)What you say: “It’s a Celtic rip-off but it is good fun to sing.” (Jward85 on Luis Suarez)“While YNWA is a classic, you'll often see me in the pubs, getting glares, as I sing LI-VER-POOL.” (Lev Berner on Li-ver-pool)“Happy Birthday to Kenny Dalglish was the Kop at its witty best.” (AlWillBol on Happy Birthday Dear Kenny) OPPOSITION PLAYER OF THE SEASON: Luka ModricHonourable mentions: Eqezuiel Lavezzi, Victor AnichebeTwitter: Luka Modric (37.9%), Scott Parker (13.5%), Dimitar Berbatov (13.5%)What I say: It may merely be because of the recentness of his performance, but Luka Modric didn’t just steal the show at Anfield last month – he wrote the entire script.The script, of course, was meant to be different. Kenny Dalglish had just signed a three-year deal and Liverpool needed a win to confirm European football for next season. Buoyed by a 5-0 win over Birmingham and a 5-2 win at Craven Cottage, and with Spurs on their worst run of the campaign, a win seemed inevitable.But then Modric gained control of the game. In a manner reminiscent of Xabi Alonso, with less passing range but more mobility, the Croatian dictated play like a conductor, his mercurial right foot serving as a baton. He combined well with van der Vaart, Sandro and Pienaar, providing them with the ball and then space for the return pass. He even dispatched a penalty with impressive nonchalance. While Anichebe’s power and Lavezzi’s trickery impressed at Anfield, neither performance could match the eloquence of Luka Modric’s.What you say: “Very, very classy midfielder whom I’d happily see at Anfield in a red shirt.” (Liam Milner on Luka Modric)“Not just because he's ours now - he was a monster that had us off all day. They played the ball to his feet and he dropped deep and laid it off to them, he wasn't the static head on a pole he has been here.  He topped it off with a cracking strike with his foot. “Reminded me of Crouch vs. AC Milan stretching our defenders out of position while the runners exploited this space. I hope shock collars are employed in pre-season training removing the long ball nature that has been on display while he's been on the pitch.” (Degs on Andy Carroll)“Charlie Adam had a stormer at Anfield. Picked pass after pass with scary accuracy. The entire Blackpool team were excellent that day.” (Christophe on Charlie Adam)   Thu, 24 Nov 2011 11:29:15 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_LFC-20102011-Awards/blog/3936801/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-06-06T20:06:59Z The Kop AS players huddled together, taking shelter from the torrential thunderstorm, hindsight would have claimed pathetic fallacy in an instant.In the small, picturesque Austrian town of Altach, the rain was relentless; Liverpool’s first pre-season friendly, ruined. Even after the postponement was announced, the rain still fell.Ground staff struggled in vain to restrict the damage, but ein Unglück kommt selten allein – it never rains but it pours. Liverpool supporters would sympathise for the next few months. Boardroom battles, subpar performances and internal bickering cast a dark, debt-filled cloud above the football club, but the sun slowly shone through - first, the removal of Hicks and Gillett; then, the return of the King. The internal rearranging didn’t cease there. The club said goodbye to a former hero, and immediately welcomed a new one - and with him, a colossus centre forward with unlimited potential.It’s difficult to review the season just passed without the need of separation and distinction - the Liverpool of August to January is in stark contrast to what would follow. Luis Suarez made a mere 13 appearances for Liverpool last season, making his debut in February, but proved popular amongst supporters for Player of the Year.The first half of the season was not without its moments though, and it’s important to remember those who contributed both on and off the pitch. The temptation is to erase months of last season; dispatch matches and moments to the remotest alcove of your mind, never to be remembered again. Doing that does a disservice to the likes of Lucas, Raul Meireles and Jamie Carragher and their impressive performances.But whether the awards are for moments in 2010 or 2011, remember how it all started and remember the lyric: at the end of a storm is a golden sky. With new owners and Kenny Dalglish in charge, the sky has rarely seemed so golden in years.   PLAYER OF THE YEAR: Lucas LeivaHonourable mentions: Dirk Kuyt, Luis SuarezTwitter: Lucas (74.4%), Dirk Kuyt (14%), Luis Suarez (7%), Raul Meireles (2.3%), Pepe Reina (2.3%)What I say: The goals of Dirk Kuyt and the raw ingenuity of Luis Suarez have written headlines for Liverpool, but it's Lucas who’s provided the canvas to publish them. His worth to the first team can not and should not be underestimated or underappreciated. After a four-year battle, it no longer is.Consistency can be used negatively at times in the football lexicon, serving as a trite synonym for average, mundane or middling. Not Lucas. His consistency is exactly what Liverpool has relied upon throughout the season, with both Roy Hodgson and Kenny Dalglish entrusting Lucas with dictating the side’s style of play. His role cannot cater for whimsicality, nor can it accommodate frivolity. Instead, it needs a mature head, quick feet and an indomitable desire to prevail. Lucas possesses all three, and with it, progressed rapidly. His performance at home to Chelsea was superb, bettered only by his performance in the reverse fixture three months later. Over the course of the season, he emerged with confidence befitting the two sporting institutions he represents.His rewards for such progression were poles apart, but equally as important to him: a place in Brazil’s Copa America squad and a place in the heart of the most stubborn Liverpool supporter.What you say: “Lucas consistently performed well, improved again this season, and genuinely ‘gets’ what it means to play for Liverpool Football Club. The lad has dignity, courage, humility and character off the pitch, and talent and application on it.” (Berta Cara on Lucas)“When the boy became a man.  I was never in the anti-Lucas camp and was singing his many songs at matches (where the idea he doesn't have any comes from I'll never know) but I did feel that a midfield partnership of him and Mascherano was not conducive to winning football matches. This season he's had the responsibility of firstly holding a shaky midfield with no help from Gerrard and post-Roy of dictating the rhythm of our play.  “Lucas is now our chief ball winner, and the speed and accuracy he releases it, he dictates how we attack on the break.  With actual pacey wingers either side of him next season we'll really see the benefit of his pinball flipper feet.  If anything though, Lucas deserves the award for his attitude; he's become a man and has answered critics with ease.” (Degs on Lucas)“Even during the desperate time of the Hodgson era, he stood out for his tireless effort and genuine quality when most or all around him were a shambles. Performances in the big games, most notably at home to Chelsea, were superb and given that it comes on the back of so much unwarranted flak, his progress has been great to watch.” (Stephen McKenna on Lucas) PROSPECT OF THE YEAR: Martin KellyHonourable mentions: John Flanagan, Adam MorganTwitter: Martin Kelly (58.7%), John Flanagan (21.7%), Adam Morgan (4.3%), Jay Spearing (4.3%)What I say:  Such is the maturity of Martin Kelly, it is hard to believe it’s less than two years since his man-of-the-match performance against Lyon; it’s even harder to believe he made just two more appearances that season. With four first-team showings, starts in the League Cup and Europa League were expected to be his limit this year; instead, as he limped off injured against West Ham at Upton Park, he did to a backdrop of disappointed Liverpool supporters as the club’s first choice right-back.More impressive than his superb tackling and crossing is the mentality he possesses. Both his attacking prowess and defensive nous can be improved at Melwood, but attitude is something which can’t be taught. He’s been thrust unexpectedly into the team on three separate occasions – Lyon, Chelsea and the FA Cup tie at Old Trafford. On each occasion, he was man-of-the-match. After his appearance at Old Trafford, he didn’t look back – no surprise, given very few wingers have managed to pass him. Injury at West Ham may have curtailed his progress this season, but he’ll enter next year with no U21 European Championship fatigue and a desire to keep out fellow youngster John Flanagan, who impressed in his absence.What you say: “He probably didn’t expect to play much, if at all, during the season, but slotted into the right-back role like an experienced campaigner. His season was cruelly cut short by injury, but he will certainly be back next season.” (Liam Milner on Martin Kelly)“John Flanagan has done brilliantly, but Kelly is just a bit more of an exciting prospect for me. Both handled pressure very well, but Kelly stood out in a number of big games.” (Morris MacIver on Martin Kelly)“Kelly broke through and came close to winning man of the match in every match he started.  I understand why people want him to play at centre-back as it's seen as more important than full back, but for me if Kelly moves there now we'll miss out on the lightening pace and brilliant crosses he's able to deliver, as well as the full-back's long lost art of stopping an opposition winger.  Special note to Raheem Stirling - I was at the Youth Cup match against Southend and the lad will be a permanent feature on the bench by the end of next season.” (Degs on Martin Kelly)   MATCH OF THE YEAR: Chelsea 0-1 LiverpoolHonourable mentions: Liverpool 3-1 Man Utd, Fulham 2-5 LiverpoolTwitter: Man Utd 3-1 (43.9%), Chelsea 0-1 (19.6%), Fulham 2-5 (19.6%), Man City 3-0 (4.9%)What I say: Kuyt’s hat trick was as enjoyable as Fulham’s demolition was breathtaking, but the win at Stamford Bridge could be regarded as a definitive moment in the history of Liverpool Football Club. Over the past three years, it was easy for Liverpool supporters to forget what the club represented. Supporters had lost pride in the club, embarrassed by the actions of those at the top of the hierarchy. Dalglish’s return restored some pride, but Torres’ transfer knocked it once more. Upset, anger and disenchantment followed.His gloating of joining a big club rankled; the travelling Kop entered Stamford Bridge riled. The following 90 minutes would see the team personify those supporters’ feelings. A mantra in footballing form: no one is bigger than the club; Liverpool Football Club will exist no matter what.It was an incredible team performance, supplemented by Dalglish’s astute tactical intelligence. It also vanquished any claim he wasn’t adaptable to the modern game. From the moment Carragher launched into a goal-saving block on Torres’ shot, it was apparent this result would be based on more than just ability. Liverpool FC, their staff and supporters, had a point to prove, and did so by outplaying and outsinging their counterparts. What you say: “Not only a great victory away from home, but played with the backdrop of the Torres saga and his subsequent comments.  Fans were truly dismayed at Torres disloyalty to both the club and the supporters who had idolised him. His subsequent comments that he had moved to a ‘big’ club did little to soften the transfer betrayal.  A fine Meireles goal sealed a great away victory.” (Berta Cara on 0-1 Chelsea)“A tough one, as there were a few exceptional team performances under Dalglish. In terms of the football played, the Birmingham and Fulham games were excellent. But I think the Man City game showed just how far we'd come as a unit. Brilliant performance.” (Morris MacIver on Man City 3-0)“A victory over United is always satisfying. This was especially enjoyable though, firstly because of Dalglish’s presence in the dugout, and secondly for the performance of Kuyt and Suarez on the pitch. The former was clinical, the latter electric.” (Liam Milner on Man Utd 3-1) INDIVIDUAL PERFORMANCE OF THE YEAR: Gerrard v Napoli (H)Honourable mentions: Luis Suarez v Fulham (A), Lucas v Chelsea (A), Carroll v Man City (H)Twitter: Suarez v Man Utd H (56.2%), Gerrard v Napoli H (15.4%), Lucas v Chelsea A (10.3%), Suarez v Fulham A (7.7%)What I say: There are two types of individual performance worthy of the highest praise. There’s the masterful puppetry of a creative player pulling the strings and making those around him dance; the player stoically skates around the pitch, chief cause of the crowd’s gushing emanations. Alternatively, the strings are cut, the toys are snatched and the player charges ahead alone. Both beautiful; both witnessed this season. At Craven Cottage, Suarez play puppeteer, demonstrating his wondrous ability with every touch. At home to Napoli, Steven Gerrard entered at half-time and turned the match 180 degrees. From Europa League elimination to qualification in 13 second-half minutes.It’s the latter which edges out. While Suarez was stunning against Fulham, he had the benefit of Maxi, Kuyt, Lucas, Johnson, Meireles and Shelvey to play with. Napoli was an off night for many and, in a match so emotionally charged, required something divine to rescue a point. Enter Steven Gerrard at half time.He charged around the pitch, chasing Napoli and forcing errors from a team who had retained possession to well in the first half. Confidence had now turned into caution.  His hat trick was deserved and also a perfect embodiment of the captain. The first goal showed determination, while the penalty showed nerve. The third, which confirmed his dominant display, showcased his refined elegance with the ball. What you say: “The best player on the pitch by such a considerable distance it was both frightening and embarrassing in equal measure.” (James Ward on Gerrard v Napoli 3-1)“It should have taken three minutes of watching Luis Suarez's debut to see that he would be a success, Excellent on the ball, amazing movement off it and a master finisher.  Yet still before the Man United match, the idiocy of the masses was still on show. Paul Merson said we needed pace and he wouldn’t give us that; the best though, is that if you ask Smalling and Wes Brown, they'd love to play against Suarez as he's not gonna bully 'em, not really gonna run behind them. 90 minutes later, the 2011/2012 player of the season had arrived.” (Degs on Suarez v United 3-1)“He destroyed them.” (Kyle Baldwin on Suarez v United 3-1) TEAM PERFORMANCE OF THE YEAR: Liverpool 3-0 Man CityHonourable mentions: Fulham 2-5 Liverpool, Liverpool 3-1 Man Utd, Chelsea 0-1 LiverpoolTwitter: Fulham 2-5 (26.8%), Man City 3-0 (22%), Chelsea 0-1 (19.5%), Man Utd 3-1 (12.2%), Arsenal 1-1 A (9.8%)What I say: The transformation under Kenny Dalglish’s leadership makes this choice a difficult one – not only have individual performances bettered, but there’s been a distinct improvement in teamwork and team ethic. The aforementioned Stamford Bridge result demonstrated what can be achieved through determination, while both the home win against Man Utd and the away win at Fulham provided Liverpool supporters with an attacking style not seen in years.But it was on a warm March evening against Manchester City which provided fans with the ultimate pass-and-move display, supplemented with the defensive solidity that’s been introduced under Kenny Dalglish and Steve Clarke.Starting Suarez and Carroll together at Anfield for the first time, supporters would have been forgiven for expecting a disjointed opening. Instead, Suarez and Carroll combined well with each other and the rest of the team immediately. The passing was short, sharp and intelligent; Jay Spearing kept a midfielder twice his height and width ineffective, while Lucas, Meireles and Kuyt combined efficiently and effectively to provide the front two. Kuyt’s goal is a perfect example of the intelligence the team played with that night as players moved around, creating space and giving the man on the ball options. The perseverance paid off, and so it did in defence, too. Carragher and Skrtel kept £75million of attacking talent quiet, while Aurelio provided options throughout; but special praise was reserved for John Flanagan, making his full debut and making Mario Balotelli gain the unwanted role of a substitute being substituted. Carragher, metaphorically, held the 18-year-old’s hand throughout – then again, for the 90 minutes, the whole team seemed to hold each others’ hands as they decimated Manchester City’s billionaires as a slick, attacking unit.What you say: “The best football I have seen us play in ages.” (Nikki Kersey on Fulham 2-5)“Fulham. 3-0 up within 16 minutes and dominated for the majority of the match. It was a completely different Liverpool to the one that had laboured in the first half of the season.” (Joel Richards on Fulham 2-5)“The Manchester City win was probably the most professional, keeping them quiet while dismantling their defence with ease. If only we had this set up from the beginning of the season.” (Distinguishthis on Man City 3-0) ATMOSPHERE OF THE SEASON: Fulham 2-5 LiverpoolHonourable mentions: Liverpool 3-1 Napoli, Man Utd 1-0 LiverpoolTwitter: Fulham 2-5 (43.3%), Man Utd 3-1 (18.9%), Everton 2-2 (13.5%)What I say: There’s always something special about London away days; a certain sense of anarchism floats above the Thames as the anti-establishment enter the capital. Add that to a Monday night fixture, with a new-found optimism for Europe, and Fulham always had the potential to serve up an excellent atmosphere.Three goals in the first 16 minutes no doubt helped – but even before then, the travelling Kop were in fine voice. It was as if the traditional stroll through Bishops Park had somehow transported the support back in time. There were smiles on faces and swaggers on display; the Liverpool boys – and girls – were in town.In recent years, the match hasn’t been very enjoyable, regardless of performances on the pitch. Supporters bickered amongst each other, debating where people’s vociferousness should be directed towards. Not under new owners; not under Kenny Dalglish. No matter where you were in Fulham’s away end, smiling faces surrounded you; sometimes even a conga line broke out, led by boys whose aggregated age is probably lower than Kenny’s.It was Kenny’s appearance which brought the loudest cheer of the evening, even a decibel above the Maxi Rodriguez and Luis Suarez ditties. As he walked across the pitch and towards the tunnel at half-time, 3,000 Reds burst into the cry of Dalglish. As simple as it is poignant, as loud as it was touching, Kenny smiled back towards his adoring followers. He looked how we felt.What you say: “At home, Napoli and Chelsea were like two halves of a performance, with the European atmosphere running into the league encounter. Anfield was loud, on its feet and animalistic in its passion. But again, the award goes to Fulham. Even the stewards were dancing with us.” (Distinguishthis on Fulham 2-5)“To have Dalglish’s return to Anfield coincide with Everton’s visit just added to what’s usually a melting-pot atmosphere anyway. Add that to their chirpiness over being above us in the table - albeit on goal difference - and the Kop was a wall of noise.” (Ian Hennessey on Everton 2-2)“It was like the good old days when we were on our way to major finals or titles with everyone singing before, during, and after match - including during half time. Not a moaner in sight and everyone had smiles on their faces and was totally relaxed.” (Liz Collingwood on Fulham 2-5) CROWD CELEBRATION OF THE SEASON: Gerrard’s 2nd v Manchester United (A)Honourable mentions: Gerrard’s 2nd v Napoli (H), Maxi v Bolton (A)Twitter: Meireles v Chelsea A (18.2%), Kuyt’s 3rd v Man Utd H (18.2%), Kuyt v Arsenal A (18.2%), Kuyt’s 1st v Man Utd H (12.1%)What I say: Liverpool’s 3-2 defeat in Manchester will irk most supporters; minds will cast back, ruefully, towards Berbatov’s splendid overhead kick. But for those who stood in the Old Trafford away end, there was a moment which eclipsed that – a celebration so raucous, bruises are still fading on thighs and calves. As a supporter, nothing beats the celebration of a goal. There's a stirring togetherness about celebrating an important goal. It doesn't matter if you're a lawyer, librarian, accountant or acrobat; nor does it matter how old you are, or who you believe should start at left back. For that one moment of rapture, an amalgamation of limbs and loud reverberations unite our support in body and mind. As Gerrard’s free kick hit the net, the support united like never before. Still wet from our trip to Manchester a month previous, and still smarting from the goalless draw at St Andrews a fortnight before, it was a moment of utter elation; two away goals scored, to make it 2-2 no less, from Steven Gerrard. Such was the ferocity of the celebration, we would not discover he’d replicated the camera kiss celebration until the morning after. What you say: “Dirk's last minute equaliser at the Emirates. Last, last minute. It might not have meant anything in terms of our season but it was a massive marker in terms of our pride and for next season.” (Saif on Kuyt v Arsenal 1-1)“Kuyt’s opener against Manchester United at Anfield showed the Reds at their defiant best. United expected to have a party, but Suarez and Kuyt had the ground bouncing.” (PhilLFC81 on Kuyt’s 1st v Man Utd 3-1)“Gerrard’s first, and Liverpool’s equaliser, against Napoli was pretty special. Kept our Europa League hopes alive and kept Napoli quiet after they’d been so loud in the first half.” (JonCook5 on Gerrard’s 1st v Napoli) EUROPEAN AWAY OF THE SEASON: Sparta Prague v LiverpoolHonourable mentions: Braga v Liverpool, Napoli v LiverpoolTwitter: Sparta Prague (66.6%), Trabzonspor (16.7%), Napoli (16.7%)What you say: “Love Prague anyway but it was great to have a few days having a drink. Got interviewed by Claire Rourke on Charles Bridge and visited a few other grounds in Prague with my son Lee and good friends.” (Nick Harman on Sparta Prague)“I loved Prague and drinking until 4am with mates, so that gets the vote - but a special mention should go to Braga. Fantastic stadium and Superbock in the sun – marvellous. Only downside was the result, which led to a bit of furniture rearranging.” (ChrisHerdFanClub on Sparta Prague and Braga)“Ignoring the nastiness, Naples had some wonderful ice cream and pizza.” (jh_lfc on Napoli) MOMENT OF THE SEASON: The removal of Hicks and GillettHonourable mentions: Dalglish’s return, Happy Birthday Kenny DalglishTwitter: Dalglish’s return (47.6%), Takeover (33.3%), Happy Birthday Kenny Dalglish (9.5%)What I say: Much like the Twitter vote, there’s two clear modes of thought. To see Dalglish walk out at Old Trafford was something most supporters of the younger generation never thought they’d witness. The roar he received at Old Trafford as he walked out of the tunnel still reverberates in some ears; the glow inside from that moment has never ceased. With each clap, building towards a crescendo of DALGLISH, the reality becomes clearer and clearer - Kenny Dalglish is manager of Liverpool Football Club.But Kenny nearly didn’t have a football club to manage. Despite work from Spirit of Shankly, as well as other supporter movements such as Save LFC, Tom Hicks and George Gillett were the itch that couldn’t be scratched; the growth that couldn’t be removed. The club drifted, aimlessly, like Charon ferrying souls down the Archeron, with many unaware of the oblivion that lay ahead.But the hard work of SOS and others finally told; Hicks and Gillett were forced to sell. Not only did the arrival of FSG (then known as NESV) bring financial stability to the club, but also a return to the values that made Liverpool Football Club proud to be who they were. No more debates about balance sheets or banks; no more dirty laundry being aired in public. Liverpool Football Club were back to doing what it does best – football.And not only is that the moment of the season, but one of the most important moments in the club’s history. What you say: “I was a boy of 10 when he left. As a man of 30 I am filled with as much joy now as I was devastation then.  Also thanks to FSG for saving our club.” (Paul Romans on Dalglish’s return)“The perpetual shadow that had hung over the club, removed.  As good as any on pitch performance was, there was always the daunting debt draining our resources and directly affecting the players on the pitch. Hicks and Gillett were a cancer that had to be removed for our club to have a chance of not just success, but survival.” (Degs on the removal of Hicks and Gillett)“Getting taken over was the aim for the season, but Dalglish's return eclipses it.  I feel lucky to get a chance in my life to watch Dalglish as Liverpool manager.” (Paul Boyham on Dalglish’s return) GOAL OF THE SEASON: Torres’ 2nd v Wolves (A)Honourable mentions: Meireles v Wolves (A), Steven Gerrard v Blackburn (A)Twitter: Meireles v Wolves A (40.5%), Kuyt’s 1st v Man Utd H (14.3%), Carroll v Man City H (9.5%), Torres’ 2nd v Wolves A (9.5%), Suarez v Sunderland A (9.5%)What I say: Similar to individual performances, there’s two types of goal which will titillate a football supporter – a beautifully crafted, passing move finished off in style, or a long-range effort which requires technique in abundance. For those lucky enough to be at Molineux in January, they saw both within 40 minutes of each other. But while nearly half voted for Meireles’ superb volley, it’s Torres’ goodbye goal which excited me the most. It had everything Liverpool Football Club should be about. Possession football. Pass and move. Patience. It showed the ability of Lucas and Raul Meireles to move the ball quickly, efficiently and effectively in a packed midfield. It showed the confidence of 18-year-old Jonjo Shelvey, who always wanted the ball. It showed the everlasting graft of Dirk Kuyt, the intelligence of Fabio Aurelio and the creativity of Glen Johnson. But never before have they been combined to produce such a devastating end product. It was also a fitting final goal for Torres to score for the club, and a reminder that a lot of his success is owed to his teammates.What you say: “The way he just hit it first time was brilliant and technique wise you couldn't get any better. Plus it made for a memorable trip to Molineux.” (Joel Richards on Meireles v Wolves 0-3)“There was a pause in the celebrations from the away end because we didn't realise Meireles’ shot had gone in. Dirk's goal set up by Suarez should get an honourable mention as he danced his way through the Mancs' defence, and also Suarez's goal v Sunderland away as it was from a seemingly impossible angle.” (Liz Collingwood on Meireles v Wolves 0-3)“It's easy to overlook the quality of football that came before the finish, but we were really strutting our stuff. On top of that Raul's finish was superb, often overlooked because he made it seem so easy. The gap was tight and his technique was superb.” (Stephen McKenna on Meireles v Chelsea 0-1)   CHANT OF THE SEASON: Luis SuarezHonourable mentions: Dalglish, You’re Man Utd – you’ll do what you’re toldTwitter: Luis Suarez (32.5%), Happy Birthday Kenny (20%), Dalglish (15%)What you say: “It’s a Celtic rip-off but it is good fun to sing.” (Jward85 on Luis Suarez)“While YNWA is a classic, you'll often see me in the pubs, getting glares, as I sing LI-VER-POOL.” (Lev Berner on Li-ver-pool)“Happy Birthday to Kenny Dalglish was the Kop at its witty best.” (AlWillBol on Happy Birthday Dear Kenny) OPPOSITION PLAYER OF THE SEASON: Luka ModricHonourable mentions: Eqezuiel Lavezzi, Victor AnichebeTwitter: Luka Modric (37.9%), Scott Parker (13.5%), Dimitar Berbatov (13.5%)What I say: It may merely be because of the recentness of his performance, but Luka Modric didn’t just steal the show at Anfield last month – he wrote the entire script.The script, of course, was meant to be different. Kenny Dalglish had just signed a three-year deal and Liverpool needed a win to confirm European football for next season. Buoyed by a 5-0 win over Birmingham and a 5-2 win at Craven Cottage, and with Spurs on their worst run of the campaign, a win seemed inevitable.But then Modric gained control of the game. In a manner reminiscent of Xabi Alonso, with less passing range but more mobility, the Croatian dictated play like a conductor, his mercurial right foot serving as a baton. He combined well with van der Vaart, Sandro and Pienaar, providing them with the ball and then space for the return pass. He even dispatched a penalty with impressive nonchalance. While Anichebe’s power and Lavezzi’s trickery impressed at Anfield, neither performance could match the eloquence of Luka Modric’s.What you say: “Very, very classy midfielder whom I’d happily see at Anfield in a red shirt.” (Liam Milner on Luka Modric)“Not just because he's ours now - he was a monster that had us off all day. They played the ball to his feet and he dropped deep and laid it off to them, he wasn't the static head on a pole he has been here.  He topped it off with a cracking strike with his foot. “Reminded me of Crouch vs. AC Milan stretching our defenders out of position while the runners exploited this space. I hope shock collars are employed in pre-season training removing the long ball nature that has been on display while he's been on the pitch.” (Degs on Andy Carroll)“Charlie Adam had a stormer at Anfield. Picked pass after pass with scary accuracy. The entire Blackpool team were excellent that day.” (Christophe on Charlie Adam)   nonadult false LFC 2010/2011 Awards text blog 13744 10 4.8 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 14 2 3936801 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-LFC-will-never-look-back/blog/3608339/173471.html THERE’S no other month as pivotal to the history of Liverpool Football Club as the month of May.May is the canvas upon which the tapestry of the club’s story is woven; the month in which the most introspective reflection of seasons, decades and eras take place.Liverpool’s greatest triumphs and most harrowing defeats have come in May. It is the month that defines success and forms anecdotes, and the month which brought five European Cups and seven FA Cups, Molineux 1973, Stamford Bridge 1986 and Dortmund 2001. It also brought Michael Thomas, Eric Cantona and Pippo Inzaghi; and with that, an insurmountable sense of pride, regret, humility. The cliché surrounding Liverpool after Istanbul entails one night in May. In reality, there are 31 days and nights, and the club has provided enough drama to fill them all.    It’s strange, then, that such a defining moment of the past two decades should come in the April of 1999. It was a night for the strange anyway.It was strange to see Leicester City’s Ian Marshall smash the winner past David James in the 90th minute, with the disenchantment of the Kop only equalled by its silence. It was strange to see Leicester City, bereft of several players including Heskey and Claridge, consign Liverpool to 10th place and their 13th defeat of the season; it was strange that Liverpool had lost 1-0 at home for the second time in three days. Booing should never be expected from Anfield, but given how loud the voices of discontent were on the Saturday previous, an even louder repeat was anticipated. Strangely, it never came. People’s attentions had already turned over 700 miles south to Italy, where Manchester United were facing Juventus in a European Cup semi final. Whispers they had reached the final in Barcelona were slowly being confirmed. A second European Cup was a distinct possibility, so too the treble.As the Kop rapidly emptied into the chilly spring night, thoughts were not of the ineptitude witnessed in the previous 90 minutes. Instead, the quiet, sombre shuffle down Walton Breck was occasionally broken with a curse towards United or a tactical analysis of Bayern Munich, United’s opponents in the final. The flags at flagpole corner were at half mast and the Liverbirds’ heads were bowed.  We’d become everything we used to mock. Our defeat to Leicester hurt, but nowhere near as much as United’s success did.It seemed from that night onwards, some supporters constantly looked over their shoulders, consumed by the possibility United could take over Liverpool’s proud haul of trophies. Beads of sweat aggregated upon foreheads with each title they added; exhales of air became stronger with each missed opportunity. It becomes much more difficult to move forward when continuously looking backwards.Local rivalry will always intensify emotions. Victories for Everton and United will always grate more, while defeats will always bring finer celebrations. Matches between the pair bring wishes of 22 red cards and both managers to spontaneously combust on the touchline.But the rivalry should never mask supporters’ love for Liverpool. For some, it did. Istanbul was not Liverpool’s fifth European Cup, but a trophy to pull even further away from United. The title push of 2008/2009 was a way of stopping United’s 18th championship as opposed to bringing Liverpool’s 19th. For too long, May has been a month of mourning, regardless of Liverpool Football Club’s performance throughout the season. Only 2001, 2005 and 2006 bucked that trend. Walking through Bishops Park on the way to Craven Cottage on Monday evening, this May felt different. It matters not what trophies United have won or will win, nor whether Liverpool finish 5th or 6th. As the sun gently massaged necks and calves along the River Thames – a pathetic fallacy for the 90 minutes ahead – Liverpool supporters were smiling. It’s hard to tell whether they were smiles for disbelief, optimism, intuition, or an amalgamation of the three.Disbelief that Kenny Dalglish had harmonised the club from the fragmented pieces left by Hicks and Gillett; disbelief Dalglish had lead the club to 30 points out of a possible 42, from 12th to potentially 5th, from despair to delight – all within four months. Optimism over the future, and the fact these remarkable results have been achieved without several key players including Gerrard, Agger and Kelly. Optimism that Kuyt, Lucas and Maxi have thrived even further since January; optimism that Luis Suarez is a Liverpool player.Intuition that these feelings were not short-term; that the King would take his rightful throne deservedly, fittingly and most important of all, permanently. The smiles became broader within 36 seconds of kick off; the aforementioned emotions moulded into one of relentless delirium. Every pass, tackle, shot or Suarez moment was met with vociferous appreciation. From Lucas to Kuyt, from Flanagan to Suarez, the songbook was worked through, added to and worked through once more – a brimming catalogue which even Michael Jackson would have tipped his ivory white hat to. The master of the Moonwalk would have also approved of the movement of Liverpool, particularly the front three. Maxi, Kuyt and Suarez interchanged at will, leaving Carlos Salcido, Brede Hangeland and Aaron Hughes in a daze. Lucas, Meireles, Spearing and Shelvey enjoyed the space ahead, hitting moving targets at will with their pinpoint passing, like eagle-eyed clay-pigeon shooters demolishing their finest crockery.It’s telling that, in a match which included a hat-trick, the man-of-the-match award was not academic. Maxi may have lit up the scoreboard thrice, but all eleven shone like the early evening west London sunshine. Johnson and Flanagan provided excellent support from full back, while Spearing celebrated his new contract with a typically tireless display. Lucas set the tone to his display with two telling passes in the first seven minutes. Luis Suarez was simply Luis Suarez. Each player has a vital role in this Liverpool squad. Shelvey replaced Meireles early in the second half and was arguably the standout player in his time on the pitch. Shelvey walked on and slotted in perfectly; harmony was not disrupted, ethic was not compromised. But that’s Steve Clarke and Kenny Dalglish’s Liverpool; that’s the socialism Shankly spoke of. As Dalglish walked past the away support, the away support thanked him. The songbook was torn up and the smiles became a manic cry of ‘Dalglish’ – if FSG hadn’t decided on his permanent future already, the support at Craven Cottage did it for them.But one suspects they already had decided, because it’s May, and this May, the supporters of Liverpool Football Club are smiling. It’s also May which defines the history of Liverpool Football Club, and the signing of Kenny Dalglish may be one of its most important moments.Today, the Liverpool Echo and Manchester Evening News both had pictures of Kenny Dalglish on the back pages. The former had a picture of Kenny smiling at his coronation; a smile to mirror the supporters’ smiles, and one that knows performances such as those against Chelsea, United, City, Birmingham and Fulham can be a regular occurrence for the next three years and beyond. As the headline proclaimed: boss.The latter newspaper ran a picture of Kenny’s head – still smiling - superimposed onto a parrot with talk about perches and other such trite remarks. It becomes much more difficult to move forward when continuously looking backwards. THERE’S no other month as pivotal to the history of Liverpool Football Club as the month of May.May is the canvas upon which the tapestry of the club’s story is woven; the month in which the most introspective reflection of seasons, decades and eras take place.Liverpool’s greatest triumphs and most harrowing defeats have come in May. It is the month that defines success and forms anecdotes, and the month which brought five European Cups and seven FA Cups, Molineux 1973, Stamford Bridge 1986 and Dortmund 2001. It also brought Michael Thomas, Eric Cantona and Pippo Inzaghi; and with that, an insurmountable sense of pride, regret, humility. The cliché surrounding Liverpool after Istanbul entails one night in May. In reality, there are 31 days and nights, and the club has provided enough drama to fill them all.    It’s strange, then, that such a defining moment of the past two decades should come in the April of 1999. It was a night for the strange anyway.It was strange to see Leicester City’s Ian Marshall smash the winner past David James in the 90th minute, with the disenchantment of the Kop only equalled by its silence. It was strange to see Leicester City, bereft of several players including Heskey and Claridge, consign Liverpool to 10th place and their 13th defeat of the season; it was strange that Liverpool had lost 1-0 at home for the second time in three days. Booing should never be expected from Anfield, but given how loud the voices of discontent were on the Saturday previous, an even louder repeat was anticipated. Strangely, it never came. People’s attentions had already turned over 700 miles south to Italy, where Manchester United were facing Juventus in a European Cup semi final. Whispers they had reached the final in Barcelona were slowly being confirmed. A second European Cup was a distinct possibility, so too the treble.As the Kop rapidly emptied into the chilly spring night, thoughts were not of the ineptitude witnessed in the previous 90 minutes. Instead, the quiet, sombre shuffle down Walton Breck was occasionally broken with a curse towards United or a tactical analysis of Bayern Munich, United’s opponents in the final. The flags at flagpole corner were at half mast and the Liverbirds’ heads were bowed.  We’d become everything we used to mock. Our defeat to Leicester hurt, but nowhere near as much as United’s success did.It seemed from that night onwards, some supporters constantly looked over their shoulders, consumed by the possibility United could take over Liverpool’s proud haul of trophies. Beads of sweat aggregated upon foreheads with each title they added; exhales of air became stronger with each missed opportunity. It becomes much more difficult to move forward when continuously looking backwards.Local rivalry will always intensify emotions. Victories for Everton and United will always grate more, while defeats will always bring finer celebrations. Matches between the pair bring wishes of 22 red cards and both managers to spontaneously combust on the touchline.But the rivalry should never mask supporters’ love for Liverpool. For some, it did. Istanbul was not Liverpool’s fifth European Cup, but a trophy to pull even further away from United. The title push of 2008/2009 was a way of stopping United’s 18th championship as opposed to bringing Liverpool’s 19th. For too long, May has been a month of mourning, regardless of Liverpool Football Club’s performance throughout the season. Only 2001, 2005 and 2006 bucked that trend. Walking through Bishops Park on the way to Craven Cottage on Monday evening, this May felt different. It matters not what trophies United have won or will win, nor whether Liverpool finish 5th or 6th. As the sun gently massaged necks and calves along the River Thames – a pathetic fallacy for the 90 minutes ahead – Liverpool supporters were smiling. It’s hard to tell whether they were smiles for disbelief, optimism, intuition, or an amalgamation of the three.Disbelief that Kenny Dalglish had harmonised the club from the fragmented pieces left by Hicks and Gillett; disbelief Dalglish had lead the club to 30 points out of a possible 42, from 12th to potentially 5th, from despair to delight – all within four months. Optimism over the future, and the fact these remarkable results have been achieved without several key players including Gerrard, Agger and Kelly. Optimism that Kuyt, Lucas and Maxi have thrived even further since January; optimism that Luis Suarez is a Liverpool player.Intuition that these feelings were not short-term; that the King would take his rightful throne deservedly, fittingly and most important of all, permanently. The smiles became broader within 36 seconds of kick off; the aforementioned emotions moulded into one of relentless delirium. Every pass, tackle, shot or Suarez moment was met with vociferous appreciation. From Lucas to Kuyt, from Flanagan to Suarez, the songbook was worked through, added to and worked through once more – a brimming catalogue which even Michael Jackson would have tipped his ivory white hat to. The master of the Moonwalk would have also approved of the movement of Liverpool, particularly the front three. Maxi, Kuyt and Suarez interchanged at will, leaving Carlos Salcido, Brede Hangeland and Aaron Hughes in a daze. Lucas, Meireles, Spearing and Shelvey enjoyed the space ahead, hitting moving targets at will with their pinpoint passing, like eagle-eyed clay-pigeon shooters demolishing their finest crockery.It’s telling that, in a match which included a hat-trick, the man-of-the-match award was not academic. Maxi may have lit up the scoreboard thrice, but all eleven shone like the early evening west London sunshine. Johnson and Flanagan provided excellent support from full back, while Spearing celebrated his new contract with a typically tireless display. Lucas set the tone to his display with two telling passes in the first seven minutes. Luis Suarez was simply Luis Suarez. Each player has a vital role in this Liverpool squad. Shelvey replaced Meireles early in the second half and was arguably the standout player in his time on the pitch. Shelvey walked on and slotted in perfectly; harmony was not disrupted, ethic was not compromised. But that’s Steve Clarke and Kenny Dalglish’s Liverpool; that’s the socialism Shankly spoke of. As Dalglish walked past the away support, the away support thanked him. The songbook was torn up and the smiles became a manic cry of ‘Dalglish’ – if FSG hadn’t decided on his permanent future already, the support at Craven Cottage did it for them.But one suspects they already had decided, because it’s May, and this May, the supporters of Liverpool Football Club are smiling. It’s also May which defines the history of Liverpool Football Club, and the signing of Kenny Dalglish may be one of its most important moments.Today, the Liverpool Echo and Manchester Evening News both had pictures of Kenny Dalglish on the back pages. The former had a picture of Kenny smiling at his coronation; a smile to mirror the supporters’ smiles, and one that knows performances such as those against Chelsea, United, City, Birmingham and Fulham can be a regular occurrence for the next three years and beyond. As the headline proclaimed: boss.The latter newspaper ran a picture of Kenny’s head – still smiling - superimposed onto a parrot with talk about perches and other such trite remarks. It becomes much more difficult to move forward when continuously looking backwards. Sat, 14 May 2011 04:05:21 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-LFC-will-never-look-back/blog/3608339/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-05-14T04:05:21Z The Kop THERE’S no other month as pivotal to the history of Liverpool Football Club as the month of May.May is the canvas upon which the tapestry of the club’s story is woven; the month in which the most introspective reflection of seasons, decades and eras take place.Liverpool’s greatest triumphs and most harrowing defeats have come in May. It is the month that defines success and forms anecdotes, and the month which brought five European Cups and seven FA Cups, Molineux 1973, Stamford Bridge 1986 and Dortmund 2001. It also brought Michael Thomas, Eric Cantona and Pippo Inzaghi; and with that, an insurmountable sense of pride, regret, humility. The cliché surrounding Liverpool after Istanbul entails one night in May. In reality, there are 31 days and nights, and the club has provided enough drama to fill them all.    It’s strange, then, that such a defining moment of the past two decades should come in the April of 1999. It was a night for the strange anyway.It was strange to see Leicester City’s Ian Marshall smash the winner past David James in the 90th minute, with the disenchantment of the Kop only equalled by its silence. It was strange to see Leicester City, bereft of several players including Heskey and Claridge, consign Liverpool to 10th place and their 13th defeat of the season; it was strange that Liverpool had lost 1-0 at home for the second time in three days. Booing should never be expected from Anfield, but given how loud the voices of discontent were on the Saturday previous, an even louder repeat was anticipated. Strangely, it never came. People’s attentions had already turned over 700 miles south to Italy, where Manchester United were facing Juventus in a European Cup semi final. Whispers they had reached the final in Barcelona were slowly being confirmed. A second European Cup was a distinct possibility, so too the treble.As the Kop rapidly emptied into the chilly spring night, thoughts were not of the ineptitude witnessed in the previous 90 minutes. Instead, the quiet, sombre shuffle down Walton Breck was occasionally broken with a curse towards United or a tactical analysis of Bayern Munich, United’s opponents in the final. The flags at flagpole corner were at half mast and the Liverbirds’ heads were bowed.  We’d become everything we used to mock. Our defeat to Leicester hurt, but nowhere near as much as United’s success did.It seemed from that night onwards, some supporters constantly looked over their shoulders, consumed by the possibility United could take over Liverpool’s proud haul of trophies. Beads of sweat aggregated upon foreheads with each title they added; exhales of air became stronger with each missed opportunity. It becomes much more difficult to move forward when continuously looking backwards.Local rivalry will always intensify emotions. Victories for Everton and United will always grate more, while defeats will always bring finer celebrations. Matches between the pair bring wishes of 22 red cards and both managers to spontaneously combust on the touchline.But the rivalry should never mask supporters’ love for Liverpool. For some, it did. Istanbul was not Liverpool’s fifth European Cup, but a trophy to pull even further away from United. The title push of 2008/2009 was a way of stopping United’s 18th championship as opposed to bringing Liverpool’s 19th. For too long, May has been a month of mourning, regardless of Liverpool Football Club’s performance throughout the season. Only 2001, 2005 and 2006 bucked that trend. Walking through Bishops Park on the way to Craven Cottage on Monday evening, this May felt different. It matters not what trophies United have won or will win, nor whether Liverpool finish 5th or 6th. As the sun gently massaged necks and calves along the River Thames – a pathetic fallacy for the 90 minutes ahead – Liverpool supporters were smiling. It’s hard to tell whether they were smiles for disbelief, optimism, intuition, or an amalgamation of the three.Disbelief that Kenny Dalglish had harmonised the club from the fragmented pieces left by Hicks and Gillett; disbelief Dalglish had lead the club to 30 points out of a possible 42, from 12th to potentially 5th, from despair to delight – all within four months. Optimism over the future, and the fact these remarkable results have been achieved without several key players including Gerrard, Agger and Kelly. Optimism that Kuyt, Lucas and Maxi have thrived even further since January; optimism that Luis Suarez is a Liverpool player.Intuition that these feelings were not short-term; that the King would take his rightful throne deservedly, fittingly and most important of all, permanently. The smiles became broader within 36 seconds of kick off; the aforementioned emotions moulded into one of relentless delirium. Every pass, tackle, shot or Suarez moment was met with vociferous appreciation. From Lucas to Kuyt, from Flanagan to Suarez, the songbook was worked through, added to and worked through once more – a brimming catalogue which even Michael Jackson would have tipped his ivory white hat to. The master of the Moonwalk would have also approved of the movement of Liverpool, particularly the front three. Maxi, Kuyt and Suarez interchanged at will, leaving Carlos Salcido, Brede Hangeland and Aaron Hughes in a daze. Lucas, Meireles, Spearing and Shelvey enjoyed the space ahead, hitting moving targets at will with their pinpoint passing, like eagle-eyed clay-pigeon shooters demolishing their finest crockery.It’s telling that, in a match which included a hat-trick, the man-of-the-match award was not academic. Maxi may have lit up the scoreboard thrice, but all eleven shone like the early evening west London sunshine. Johnson and Flanagan provided excellent support from full back, while Spearing celebrated his new contract with a typically tireless display. Lucas set the tone to his display with two telling passes in the first seven minutes. Luis Suarez was simply Luis Suarez. Each player has a vital role in this Liverpool squad. Shelvey replaced Meireles early in the second half and was arguably the standout player in his time on the pitch. Shelvey walked on and slotted in perfectly; harmony was not disrupted, ethic was not compromised. But that’s Steve Clarke and Kenny Dalglish’s Liverpool; that’s the socialism Shankly spoke of. As Dalglish walked past the away support, the away support thanked him. The songbook was torn up and the smiles became a manic cry of ‘Dalglish’ – if FSG hadn’t decided on his permanent future already, the support at Craven Cottage did it for them.But one suspects they already had decided, because it’s May, and this May, the supporters of Liverpool Football Club are smiling. It’s also May which defines the history of Liverpool Football Club, and the signing of Kenny Dalglish may be one of its most important moments.Today, the Liverpool Echo and Manchester Evening News both had pictures of Kenny Dalglish on the back pages. The former had a picture of Kenny smiling at his coronation; a smile to mirror the supporters’ smiles, and one that knows performances such as those against Chelsea, United, City, Birmingham and Fulham can be a regular occurrence for the next three years and beyond. As the headline proclaimed: boss.The latter newspaper ran a picture of Kenny’s head – still smiling - superimposed onto a parrot with talk about perches and other such trite remarks. It becomes much more difficult to move forward when continuously looking backwards. nonadult false Why LFC will never look back text blog 37243 37 4.78378 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 37 1 3608339 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-Sami-Hyypia-was-picture-perfect/blog/3577831/173471.html THERE is an often cited belief that a picture is worth a thousand words. A voyage through the annals of our illustrious history gives legitimacy to that claim. From the proud and triumphant image of Shankly on the steps of St. George’s Hall, to the poignant tragedy of Anfield enshrouded in scarves for 96 football fans who never came home – these moments are captured and engrained into our memories, collated into the ever-expanding scrapbook of Liverpool Football Club.    The allure of defining a particular character or moment through a simple snap of the camera perhaps stems from the fact our club is full of emotions, moments and memories which words fail to describe. That lasting image of Shankly, arms outstretched before his adoring disciples after the 1971 cup final defeat to Arsenal encapsulates so many ideologies about the club. It’s the people of the city and the football club combined as one, regardless of the result, brought together by a man who succeeded in his vision of making them – the people - happy. A lot of the older gentleman of this club attempt to explain the impact Shankly had on the football club; the way he transformed the culture of it, both on and off the pitch. Despite their colourful, engaging efforts, nothing can elucidate the great man’s influence more than that photograph. Given the emotive strength these images can possess, it’s not surprising that both supporters and media search for snapshots which provide definition; there’s a scramble to assemble the vignettes of victory and the depictions of defeat. Very few have longevity; very few have something special which transcends words. Julian Dicks’ forays down the left-hand side, although a mercurial poetry in motion, can still be aptly summed up with a few simplistic adjectives. Likewise, Michael Stensgaard’s reign between the sticks cannot be condensed in one picture – because none actually exist. But when Pepe Reina lifted Sami Hyypia upon his matador-like shoulders at the end of the Finn’s final game at Anfield, it seemed as apt to capture as theLiverpool skyline at night. As Sami rose higher than ever before – some accomplishment indeed – he lowered his head, overwhelmed and humbled by his consecration at Anfield, a personal place of worship for the past decade.   [image] The football club now has another icon forever immortalised and epitomised in one image. As his peers looked up in awe, like they did so many on a professional and personal level, Sami was keen to be put back on the ground, almost embarrassed by the attention he was receiving. But that was Sami Hyypia. Even as Liverpool captain – or when he subsequently relinquished it to Steven Gerrard – he was never emblazoned on the back pages of the national newspapers; not that he would want to be. He was modest and dignified on and off the pitch. His job was to halt headlines, not to create them. He was the reason the likes of Shearer, van Nistelrooy, Henry and many other strikers left Anfield, hoping the colossus would return to Rhodes before their next visit. In fact, to liken Sami to the Colossus of Rhodes does him a disservice. Unlike the statue, Liverpool's towering rock at the back showed no sign of corrosion. As the Kop chanted for Sami against Spurs, it is guaranteed a hundred different people remembered a hundred different Sami moments. His left-foot volley against Juventus, his header against Arsenal in the European Cup quarter final, his unbelievable right-foot strike against Spurs from the edge of the box – goals to savour and goals are all that can be savoured; it would be impossible to even begin to select his tackles, blocks and clearing headers. There’s one overriding memory of Sami that stands out above all – his goal against Wolves in the 2003/2004 season. The Reds were tussling with Charlton, Birmingham andNewcastle for the fourth Champions League spot with ten games to go. Trudging to a stalemate, Sami powered in a header in the last minute which provided a launch pad to qualification for the Champions League. Just over a year later, Sami was raising the European Cup as a lynchpin of the club’s success. It is contributions like that which were underestimated, even by his own support at times. He was not just a superlative defender but a strong influence on the pitch, as well as a talented distributor of the ball. Sami did not just read the game like a book, he wrote the epilogue as well, starting our attacks on many occasions with his accurate passing. With news of Hyypia's retirement from football, reflections on Hyypia's abilities as a centre back - a steal at £2.6million from Willem II in 1999 - will come thick, fast and glowing. But above all of his abilities, it was the man he was and the decorum he held during his time at Anfield that will live with Liverpool supporters – and it will do, thanks to that one moment, forever frozen behind the camera lens. If Sami Hyypia enjoys retirement as much as Liverpool supporters enjoyed his decade at Anfield, he'll lead a very fulfilling life indeed. THERE is an often cited belief that a picture is worth a thousand words. A voyage through the annals of our illustrious history gives legitimacy to that claim. From the proud and triumphant image of Shankly on the steps of St. George’s Hall, to the poignant tragedy of Anfield enshrouded in scarves for 96 football fans who never came home – these moments are captured and engrained into our memories, collated into the ever-expanding scrapbook of Liverpool Football Club.    The allure of defining a particular character or moment through a simple snap of the camera perhaps stems from the fact our club is full of emotions, moments and memories which words fail to describe. That lasting image of Shankly, arms outstretched before his adoring disciples after the 1971 cup final defeat to Arsenal encapsulates so many ideologies about the club. It’s the people of the city and the football club combined as one, regardless of the result, brought together by a man who succeeded in his vision of making them – the people - happy. A lot of the older gentleman of this club attempt to explain the impact Shankly had on the football club; the way he transformed the culture of it, both on and off the pitch. Despite their colourful, engaging efforts, nothing can elucidate the great man’s influence more than that photograph. Given the emotive strength these images can possess, it’s not surprising that both supporters and media search for snapshots which provide definition; there’s a scramble to assemble the vignettes of victory and the depictions of defeat. Very few have longevity; very few have something special which transcends words. Julian Dicks’ forays down the left-hand side, although a mercurial poetry in motion, can still be aptly summed up with a few simplistic adjectives. Likewise, Michael Stensgaard’s reign between the sticks cannot be condensed in one picture – because none actually exist. But when Pepe Reina lifted Sami Hyypia upon his matador-like shoulders at the end of the Finn’s final game at Anfield, it seemed as apt to capture as theLiverpool skyline at night. As Sami rose higher than ever before – some accomplishment indeed – he lowered his head, overwhelmed and humbled by his consecration at Anfield, a personal place of worship for the past decade.   [image] The football club now has another icon forever immortalised and epitomised in one image. As his peers looked up in awe, like they did so many on a professional and personal level, Sami was keen to be put back on the ground, almost embarrassed by the attention he was receiving. But that was Sami Hyypia. Even as Liverpool captain – or when he subsequently relinquished it to Steven Gerrard – he was never emblazoned on the back pages of the national newspapers; not that he would want to be. He was modest and dignified on and off the pitch. His job was to halt headlines, not to create them. He was the reason the likes of Shearer, van Nistelrooy, Henry and many other strikers left Anfield, hoping the colossus would return to Rhodes before their next visit. In fact, to liken Sami to the Colossus of Rhodes does him a disservice. Unlike the statue, Liverpool's towering rock at the back showed no sign of corrosion. As the Kop chanted for Sami against Spurs, it is guaranteed a hundred different people remembered a hundred different Sami moments. His left-foot volley against Juventus, his header against Arsenal in the European Cup quarter final, his unbelievable right-foot strike against Spurs from the edge of the box – goals to savour and goals are all that can be savoured; it would be impossible to even begin to select his tackles, blocks and clearing headers. There’s one overriding memory of Sami that stands out above all – his goal against Wolves in the 2003/2004 season. The Reds were tussling with Charlton, Birmingham andNewcastle for the fourth Champions League spot with ten games to go. Trudging to a stalemate, Sami powered in a header in the last minute which provided a launch pad to qualification for the Champions League. Just over a year later, Sami was raising the European Cup as a lynchpin of the club’s success. It is contributions like that which were underestimated, even by his own support at times. He was not just a superlative defender but a strong influence on the pitch, as well as a talented distributor of the ball. Sami did not just read the game like a book, he wrote the epilogue as well, starting our attacks on many occasions with his accurate passing. With news of Hyypia's retirement from football, reflections on Hyypia's abilities as a centre back - a steal at £2.6million from Willem II in 1999 - will come thick, fast and glowing. But above all of his abilities, it was the man he was and the decorum he held during his time at Anfield that will live with Liverpool supporters – and it will do, thanks to that one moment, forever frozen behind the camera lens. If Sami Hyypia enjoys retirement as much as Liverpool supporters enjoyed his decade at Anfield, he'll lead a very fulfilling life indeed. Sat, 07 May 2011 02:37:13 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-Sami-Hyypia-was-picture-perfect/blog/3577831/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-05-07T02:37:13Z The Kop THERE is an often cited belief that a picture is worth a thousand words. A voyage through the annals of our illustrious history gives legitimacy to that claim. From the proud and triumphant image of Shankly on the steps of St. George’s Hall, to the poignant tragedy of Anfield enshrouded in scarves for 96 football fans who never came home – these moments are captured and engrained into our memories, collated into the ever-expanding scrapbook of Liverpool Football Club.    The allure of defining a particular character or moment through a simple snap of the camera perhaps stems from the fact our club is full of emotions, moments and memories which words fail to describe. That lasting image of Shankly, arms outstretched before his adoring disciples after the 1971 cup final defeat to Arsenal encapsulates so many ideologies about the club. It’s the people of the city and the football club combined as one, regardless of the result, brought together by a man who succeeded in his vision of making them – the people - happy. A lot of the older gentleman of this club attempt to explain the impact Shankly had on the football club; the way he transformed the culture of it, both on and off the pitch. Despite their colourful, engaging efforts, nothing can elucidate the great man’s influence more than that photograph. Given the emotive strength these images can possess, it’s not surprising that both supporters and media search for snapshots which provide definition; there’s a scramble to assemble the vignettes of victory and the depictions of defeat. Very few have longevity; very few have something special which transcends words. Julian Dicks’ forays down the left-hand side, although a mercurial poetry in motion, can still be aptly summed up with a few simplistic adjectives. Likewise, Michael Stensgaard’s reign between the sticks cannot be condensed in one picture – because none actually exist. But when Pepe Reina lifted Sami Hyypia upon his matador-like shoulders at the end of the Finn’s final game at Anfield, it seemed as apt to capture as theLiverpool skyline at night. As Sami rose higher than ever before – some accomplishment indeed – he lowered his head, overwhelmed and humbled by his consecration at Anfield, a personal place of worship for the past decade.   [image] The football club now has another icon forever immortalised and epitomised in one image. As his peers looked up in awe, like they did so many on a professional and personal level, Sami was keen to be put back on the ground, almost embarrassed by the attention he was receiving. But that was Sami Hyypia. Even as Liverpool captain – or when he subsequently relinquished it to Steven Gerrard – he was never emblazoned on the back pages of the national newspapers; not that he would want to be. He was modest and dignified on and off the pitch. His job was to halt headlines, not to create them. He was the reason the likes of Shearer, van Nistelrooy, Henry and many other strikers left Anfield, hoping the colossus would return to Rhodes before their next visit. In fact, to liken Sami to the Colossus of Rhodes does him a disservice. Unlike the statue, Liverpool's towering rock at the back showed no sign of corrosion. As the Kop chanted for Sami against Spurs, it is guaranteed a hundred different people remembered a hundred different Sami moments. His left-foot volley against Juventus, his header against Arsenal in the European Cup quarter final, his unbelievable right-foot strike against Spurs from the edge of the box – goals to savour and goals are all that can be savoured; it would be impossible to even begin to select his tackles, blocks and clearing headers. There’s one overriding memory of Sami that stands out above all – his goal against Wolves in the 2003/2004 season. The Reds were tussling with Charlton, Birmingham andNewcastle for the fourth Champions League spot with ten games to go. Trudging to a stalemate, Sami powered in a header in the last minute which provided a launch pad to qualification for the Champions League. Just over a year later, Sami was raising the European Cup as a lynchpin of the club’s success. It is contributions like that which were underestimated, even by his own support at times. He was not just a superlative defender but a strong influence on the pitch, as well as a talented distributor of the ball. Sami did not just read the game like a book, he wrote the epilogue as well, starting our attacks on many occasions with his accurate passing. With news of Hyypia's retirement from football, reflections on Hyypia's abilities as a centre back - a steal at £2.6million from Willem II in 1999 - will come thick, fast and glowing. But above all of his abilities, it was the man he was and the decorum he held during his time at Anfield that will live with Liverpool supporters – and it will do, thanks to that one moment, forever frozen behind the camera lens. If Sami Hyypia enjoys retirement as much as Liverpool supporters enjoyed his decade at Anfield, he'll lead a very fulfilling life indeed. torres nonadult false Why Sami Hyypia was picture perfect text blog torres 52930 45 4.71111 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 49 4 3577831 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-Dalglish-transcends-scrolling-yellow-tickers/blog/3489433/173471.html IF you’re a keen follower of film, you’ll immediately recognise the conspicuous name of Darren Aronofsky. For those who don’t, Aronofsky is a film director who’s forged his career on shooting the surreal. One of his latest, Black Swan, climaxes with a teenager ballerina metamorphosing into a swan. Whether it’s literal or metaphorical isn’t clear; more to the point for Aronofsky, it isn’t important. The surrealism began with Requiem For A Dream in 2000, a movie which depicted the tribulation of addiction in the most poetic, fantastical manner. Aronofsky showed how addiction to anything – drugs, appearance, sex, gameshows – could destroy lives. The movie became an instant cult hit; but even more famous than the acting and the cinematography was the theme that accompanied it throughout: Lux Aeterna If you don’t think you know Lux Aeterna, you do. It’s played about eight times every hour, every day, first, fast and now on channel 455 – also available for HD customers on channel 405. Using music specifically created for a film about addiction is either the keenest eye for irony ever shown, or the Sky Sports News producers really do possess a lack self-awareness not witnessed since David Moyes thought the cardigan, shirt and tie combination looked good for a 47-year-old man. Every morning, thousands of people launch themselves out of bed and grab the remote control without wishing their wife a good morning. Their eyes, bleary and reddened, stare intently, manically, as they key in a numerical combination more familiar to them than their PIN number or children’s birthdays. And then, bliss; their fix in the form of Bryan Swanson, standing in front of a giant interactive screen, proclaiming the next big move of the January transfer window. It matters not sources are never revealed, nor is there a consequence that it never materialises. Titillation increases as the camera cuts to Jim White. Their man in the puffer jacket, according to the fearsomely-foreheaded Scot, is standing in a field in Kent because someone has tweeted something somewhere. Pupils dilate as they scan the garish yellow ticker; breaking news, beams White, and it’s the news everyone has waited for: an Oldham Athletic reserve has joined Bury on loan. The necessity for having everything now has become a national pandemic, and there’d be a hope thatLiverpool, both as a city and a football club, possess the antidote. Unfortunately, amongst some, the addiction is at its strongest.  It happened to Rafael Benitez. One poor season in the last five was not enough to satisfy the demands of those who wanted the league title. Restoring our European heritage was not enough, nor was bringing us closer to the title since we last won it, because it’s not something that can be quantified. It’s not something that is deemed worthy to flash along the gaudy yellow and black ticker. And it started to happen to Kenny Dalglish, despite just three league defeats since his return. From the wider media, it's almost expected; from Liverpool supporters, it's unforgivable. A defeat to Blackpool was met with claims he had been out of football for too long. Defeats to West Ham and West Bromprompted claims the honeymoon was over. But much like how he tackled Arsene Wenger after the full-time whistle on Sunday, Dalglish takes his detractors head on. Victories over Manchester United,Chelsea and ManchesterCity, as well as the draw at the Emirates, were far more important than merely the points accrued. It showed Dalglish’s unwavering belief in his squad, regardless of age or media perception. It showed his tactical acumen and ability to adapt, even after injuries to two of his chosen back four. It showed a resolute attitude which transfers onto the players; players not willing to relinquish hope of grasping a result, even after conceding a 97th minute penalty. But most of all, it showed many what they already knew and what they’ve known for over two decades – Kenny Dalglish is the embodiment of Liverpool Football Club. The football is better. The fans are better. Everything, with Kenny Dalglish, is better. Just ask Dirk Kuyt, who now has 9 goals in 11 games. Yet some still don’t seem to know that. Dalglish first walked into the club 34 years ago, but it took a mere four minutes in stoppage time for people to change opinions. Kuyt’s equaliser left a few in the away end with red faces, and it had nothing to do with the scorching temperatures. There will be setbacks, both this season and beyond. 90 minute blips such as West Brom and West Ham are miniscule compared to the vast canyon of progress being made both on and off the pitch in the short and long term.   For those who’ve become addicted to instant success, Dalglish can be the remedy. Kenny Dalglish is someone who transcends scrolling tickers and deadline day hysteria – in fact, he openly laughs in its face at every press conference.  After waiting 20 years for us to ask him back, the least supporters can do is extend the courtesy and allow him time to continue transforming the club. The least supporters can do is allow him patience. The fact his reign is paying dividends already is just a small measure of the man. The emotions felt when his vision for the football club is realised would be too great for words – it would be too great for that yellow ticker at the bottom of your screen, as well. IF you’re a keen follower of film, you’ll immediately recognise the conspicuous name of Darren Aronofsky. For those who don’t, Aronofsky is a film director who’s forged his career on shooting the surreal. One of his latest, Black Swan, climaxes with a teenager ballerina metamorphosing into a swan. Whether it’s literal or metaphorical isn’t clear; more to the point for Aronofsky, it isn’t important. The surrealism began with Requiem For A Dream in 2000, a movie which depicted the tribulation of addiction in the most poetic, fantastical manner. Aronofsky showed how addiction to anything – drugs, appearance, sex, gameshows – could destroy lives. The movie became an instant cult hit; but even more famous than the acting and the cinematography was the theme that accompanied it throughout: Lux Aeterna If you don’t think you know Lux Aeterna, you do. It’s played about eight times every hour, every day, first, fast and now on channel 455 – also available for HD customers on channel 405. Using music specifically created for a film about addiction is either the keenest eye for irony ever shown, or the Sky Sports News producers really do possess a lack self-awareness not witnessed since David Moyes thought the cardigan, shirt and tie combination looked good for a 47-year-old man. Every morning, thousands of people launch themselves out of bed and grab the remote control without wishing their wife a good morning. Their eyes, bleary and reddened, stare intently, manically, as they key in a numerical combination more familiar to them than their PIN number or children’s birthdays. And then, bliss; their fix in the form of Bryan Swanson, standing in front of a giant interactive screen, proclaiming the next big move of the January transfer window. It matters not sources are never revealed, nor is there a consequence that it never materialises. Titillation increases as the camera cuts to Jim White. Their man in the puffer jacket, according to the fearsomely-foreheaded Scot, is standing in a field in Kent because someone has tweeted something somewhere. Pupils dilate as they scan the garish yellow ticker; breaking news, beams White, and it’s the news everyone has waited for: an Oldham Athletic reserve has joined Bury on loan. The necessity for having everything now has become a national pandemic, and there’d be a hope thatLiverpool, both as a city and a football club, possess the antidote. Unfortunately, amongst some, the addiction is at its strongest.  It happened to Rafael Benitez. One poor season in the last five was not enough to satisfy the demands of those who wanted the league title. Restoring our European heritage was not enough, nor was bringing us closer to the title since we last won it, because it’s not something that can be quantified. It’s not something that is deemed worthy to flash along the gaudy yellow and black ticker. And it started to happen to Kenny Dalglish, despite just three league defeats since his return. From the wider media, it's almost expected; from Liverpool supporters, it's unforgivable. A defeat to Blackpool was met with claims he had been out of football for too long. Defeats to West Ham and West Bromprompted claims the honeymoon was over. But much like how he tackled Arsene Wenger after the full-time whistle on Sunday, Dalglish takes his detractors head on. Victories over Manchester United,Chelsea and ManchesterCity, as well as the draw at the Emirates, were far more important than merely the points accrued. It showed Dalglish’s unwavering belief in his squad, regardless of age or media perception. It showed his tactical acumen and ability to adapt, even after injuries to two of his chosen back four. It showed a resolute attitude which transfers onto the players; players not willing to relinquish hope of grasping a result, even after conceding a 97th minute penalty. But most of all, it showed many what they already knew and what they’ve known for over two decades – Kenny Dalglish is the embodiment of Liverpool Football Club. The football is better. The fans are better. Everything, with Kenny Dalglish, is better. Just ask Dirk Kuyt, who now has 9 goals in 11 games. Yet some still don’t seem to know that. Dalglish first walked into the club 34 years ago, but it took a mere four minutes in stoppage time for people to change opinions. Kuyt’s equaliser left a few in the away end with red faces, and it had nothing to do with the scorching temperatures. There will be setbacks, both this season and beyond. 90 minute blips such as West Brom and West Ham are miniscule compared to the vast canyon of progress being made both on and off the pitch in the short and long term.   For those who’ve become addicted to instant success, Dalglish can be the remedy. Kenny Dalglish is someone who transcends scrolling tickers and deadline day hysteria – in fact, he openly laughs in its face at every press conference.  After waiting 20 years for us to ask him back, the least supporters can do is extend the courtesy and allow him time to continue transforming the club. The least supporters can do is allow him patience. The fact his reign is paying dividends already is just a small measure of the man. The emotions felt when his vision for the football club is realised would be too great for words – it would be too great for that yellow ticker at the bottom of your screen, as well. Fri, 22 Apr 2011 21:21:22 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-Dalglish-transcends-scrolling-yellow-tickers/blog/3489433/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-04-22T21:21:22Z The Kop IF you’re a keen follower of film, you’ll immediately recognise the conspicuous name of Darren Aronofsky. For those who don’t, Aronofsky is a film director who’s forged his career on shooting the surreal. One of his latest, Black Swan, climaxes with a teenager ballerina metamorphosing into a swan. Whether it’s literal or metaphorical isn’t clear; more to the point for Aronofsky, it isn’t important. The surrealism began with Requiem For A Dream in 2000, a movie which depicted the tribulation of addiction in the most poetic, fantastical manner. Aronofsky showed how addiction to anything – drugs, appearance, sex, gameshows – could destroy lives. The movie became an instant cult hit; but even more famous than the acting and the cinematography was the theme that accompanied it throughout: Lux Aeterna If you don’t think you know Lux Aeterna, you do. It’s played about eight times every hour, every day, first, fast and now on channel 455 – also available for HD customers on channel 405. Using music specifically created for a film about addiction is either the keenest eye for irony ever shown, or the Sky Sports News producers really do possess a lack self-awareness not witnessed since David Moyes thought the cardigan, shirt and tie combination looked good for a 47-year-old man. Every morning, thousands of people launch themselves out of bed and grab the remote control without wishing their wife a good morning. Their eyes, bleary and reddened, stare intently, manically, as they key in a numerical combination more familiar to them than their PIN number or children’s birthdays. And then, bliss; their fix in the form of Bryan Swanson, standing in front of a giant interactive screen, proclaiming the next big move of the January transfer window. It matters not sources are never revealed, nor is there a consequence that it never materialises. Titillation increases as the camera cuts to Jim White. Their man in the puffer jacket, according to the fearsomely-foreheaded Scot, is standing in a field in Kent because someone has tweeted something somewhere. Pupils dilate as they scan the garish yellow ticker; breaking news, beams White, and it’s the news everyone has waited for: an Oldham Athletic reserve has joined Bury on loan. The necessity for having everything now has become a national pandemic, and there’d be a hope thatLiverpool, both as a city and a football club, possess the antidote. Unfortunately, amongst some, the addiction is at its strongest.  It happened to Rafael Benitez. One poor season in the last five was not enough to satisfy the demands of those who wanted the league title. Restoring our European heritage was not enough, nor was bringing us closer to the title since we last won it, because it’s not something that can be quantified. It’s not something that is deemed worthy to flash along the gaudy yellow and black ticker. And it started to happen to Kenny Dalglish, despite just three league defeats since his return. From the wider media, it's almost expected; from Liverpool supporters, it's unforgivable. A defeat to Blackpool was met with claims he had been out of football for too long. Defeats to West Ham and West Bromprompted claims the honeymoon was over. But much like how he tackled Arsene Wenger after the full-time whistle on Sunday, Dalglish takes his detractors head on. Victories over Manchester United,Chelsea and ManchesterCity, as well as the draw at the Emirates, were far more important than merely the points accrued. It showed Dalglish’s unwavering belief in his squad, regardless of age or media perception. It showed his tactical acumen and ability to adapt, even after injuries to two of his chosen back four. It showed a resolute attitude which transfers onto the players; players not willing to relinquish hope of grasping a result, even after conceding a 97th minute penalty. But most of all, it showed many what they already knew and what they’ve known for over two decades – Kenny Dalglish is the embodiment of Liverpool Football Club. The football is better. The fans are better. Everything, with Kenny Dalglish, is better. Just ask Dirk Kuyt, who now has 9 goals in 11 games. Yet some still don’t seem to know that. Dalglish first walked into the club 34 years ago, but it took a mere four minutes in stoppage time for people to change opinions. Kuyt’s equaliser left a few in the away end with red faces, and it had nothing to do with the scorching temperatures. There will be setbacks, both this season and beyond. 90 minute blips such as West Brom and West Ham are miniscule compared to the vast canyon of progress being made both on and off the pitch in the short and long term.   For those who’ve become addicted to instant success, Dalglish can be the remedy. Kenny Dalglish is someone who transcends scrolling tickers and deadline day hysteria – in fact, he openly laughs in its face at every press conference.  After waiting 20 years for us to ask him back, the least supporters can do is extend the courtesy and allow him time to continue transforming the club. The least supporters can do is allow him patience. The fact his reign is paying dividends already is just a small measure of the man. The emotions felt when his vision for the football club is realised would be too great for words – it would be too great for that yellow ticker at the bottom of your screen, as well. nonadult false Why Dalglish transcends scrolling yellow tickers text blog 30236 21 4.85714 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 24 0 3489433 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_What-We-Learnt-from-Man-City-H/blog/3468130/173471.html How things can change in the space of six months. One of the lowest points of the past few years came at Eastlands in August. It’s one that hasn’t left me since. As Liverpool struggled to get a touch of the ball at 3-0 down, the wind blew the torrential rain into the faces of those who had the heart to stay after Tevez’s penalty. Hoods went up, heads went down; when it rains, it pours. Soon after, the City fans sang a ditty to their affluent deity who watched from the stand. ‘Sheikh Mansour, Sheikh Mansour’ If any City fan is reading this, don’t worry – this isn’t a dig at your team and how you’ve supposedly ruined football. Football had already become as polluted as the Mersey before Mansour spilt a couple of barrels of oil into it. And it’s not as we’ve never sung the names of our owners on the Kop, either. But where the City fans sang in adoration, we did so in anger; their happiness the antithesis of our hatred. The fact that they’re rich and we were poor is not what was to be lamented. Football has never been a sport for the socialist. It’s the fact that two teams from working class cities, historically supported by working class fans, felt the need to sing the names of footballing plutocracy. There were no songs about ownership on Monday night; the only reference to money was in reference its excess on Mario Balotelli. Instead, the likes of Luis Suarez, Andy Carroll and Kenny Dalglish were given our harmonious attention for footballing reasons. Liverpool Football Club feels like just that – a football club – once more. Things We Learnt Against Manchester City  1. We play better in high intensity situations Starting strongly is a strength of ours, particularly at Anfield. Much like we did to their city rivals, City were placed on the back-foot early on. The front six, particularly Suarez, Carroll and Kuyt, were quick to pressurise the opposition, forcing them into mistakes and ensuring they dropped deeper to combat our high intensity. A lot of our current personnel also lends well to a high tempo style. Lucas, Meireles, Suarez and Kuyt all appreciate short, quick passing. Suarez in particular is a player who wants to receive the ball as swiftly as possible and move forward with it. Yaya Toure is an extremely mobile midfielder who strides across the pitch like a bodybuilding gazelle, but he struggled to adapt to Liverpool’s passing and movement.   2. Andy Carroll is more than a target man Carroll’s goal came from such pressure, and it was the goalscorer himself who forced the mistake. Carroll refused to shirk a 50/50 with Tevez; five seconds later, the ball was in the net. The goal serves as a microcosm of what Carroll is capable of. He’s not just an immobile head to float balls towards. His sheer size and strength can intimidate the most tenacious of opponents. His movement off the ball is surprising. His left foot, as we found out in December to our displeasure, is devastating. It’s what he does without the ball that impresses as well. Kompany has been one of the best central defenders in Europethis season, but he was constantly dragged out of position by Carroll’s movement. It wasn’t that Kompany wanted to follow Carroll’s runs; he simply had to. The Belgian’s insistence to gravitate towards our no.9 gave Suarez ample opportunity to create havoc with the space ahead of him.   3. Formations are for television graphics Was it 4-4-2, 4-3-3 or 4-2-3-1? Why can’t it be all of them? I’m always of the opinion formations are too rigid – a football match is everchanging entity and few players stay in the same position throughout the 90 minutes. Liverpool played with an impressive freedom and fluidity against City with players constantly shifting positions. The only two who retained their positions throughout were Lucas and Spearing in the midfield – this allowed an outlet inside to the rest of the team and ensured we weren’t caught short if City regained possession. Around them, the likes of Aurelio, Flanagan, Suarez, Kuyt and Meireles constantly offered different options at different times. Most impressive about the movement was the intelligence and coherence between the 11 on the pitch. No gaps were left unfilled for long. If Meireles moved inside, Aurelio would offer support; Skrtel, Carragher and Flanagan would shift slightly to the left and Kuyt would tuck inside. It was excellent to see the players adapting to particular situations so thoughtfully. This was typified by the second goal – the players continually shifted position depending on who had the ball and where it was dispatched to. Kuyt must have taken five different positions during the 30 second period, and every time, he was in the correct one to receive the ball. When he finally did receive it, he scored.   4. Meireles’ versatility is an asset There can be little doubt Meireles’ best position is in central midfield, but he’s been showing his commitment and usefulness to the club by playing on the left and right of midfield for the past few weeks. His performance against City from the left was mature and thoughtful. Meireles is a player who thrives with space to play into. The aforementioned movement of many allows him to distribute effectively – Lucas and Spearing benefited on numerous occasions from the space Carroll and Suarez afford them. It was Meireles’ role to supply them. Milner kept drifting away from his central position allowing them the space and Meireles relished capitalising on that. His ball to Carroll for the third goal was intelligent, spotting the run of Carroll and knowing the type of ball to put into the box. Meireles’ adeptness of ghosting into space also causes fresh problems for defenders from left midfield; his runs are harder to track from wide positions and he found himself in good positions throughout.   5. The future is bright The average age of the starting line-up was 26-years-old. Flanagan, Spearing, Lucas, Carroll and Suarez are 24-years-old or younger and all bar Lucas have made few appearances for Liverpool. Flanagan’s debut was extremely impressive and will give supporters and Kenny confidence if others from the U18s and reserves are called up throughout the season. It was impressive that his full debut – not even a showing in a cup competition. Even more impressive was how he didn’t adapt his style for the first team; his no-nonsense, brave tackling was still present. If facing Tevez, Balotelli, Silva and Dzeko doesn’t faze him, nothing will. The role of the veterans of the side is just as important. There’s little point placing the U18 team against full-strength Premier League teams; they must be gradually integrated into the squad. Flanagan had Kuyt in front of him and Carragher beside him, the latter acting as a shrilly-voiced tutor. Thankfully, the 18-year-old passed with flying colours.  How things can change in the space of six months. One of the lowest points of the past few years came at Eastlands in August. It’s one that hasn’t left me since. As Liverpool struggled to get a touch of the ball at 3-0 down, the wind blew the torrential rain into the faces of those who had the heart to stay after Tevez’s penalty. Hoods went up, heads went down; when it rains, it pours. Soon after, the City fans sang a ditty to their affluent deity who watched from the stand. ‘Sheikh Mansour, Sheikh Mansour’ If any City fan is reading this, don’t worry – this isn’t a dig at your team and how you’ve supposedly ruined football. Football had already become as polluted as the Mersey before Mansour spilt a couple of barrels of oil into it. And it’s not as we’ve never sung the names of our owners on the Kop, either. But where the City fans sang in adoration, we did so in anger; their happiness the antithesis of our hatred. The fact that they’re rich and we were poor is not what was to be lamented. Football has never been a sport for the socialist. It’s the fact that two teams from working class cities, historically supported by working class fans, felt the need to sing the names of footballing plutocracy. There were no songs about ownership on Monday night; the only reference to money was in reference its excess on Mario Balotelli. Instead, the likes of Luis Suarez, Andy Carroll and Kenny Dalglish were given our harmonious attention for footballing reasons. Liverpool Football Club feels like just that – a football club – once more. Things We Learnt Against Manchester City  1. We play better in high intensity situations Starting strongly is a strength of ours, particularly at Anfield. Much like we did to their city rivals, City were placed on the back-foot early on. The front six, particularly Suarez, Carroll and Kuyt, were quick to pressurise the opposition, forcing them into mistakes and ensuring they dropped deeper to combat our high intensity. A lot of our current personnel also lends well to a high tempo style. Lucas, Meireles, Suarez and Kuyt all appreciate short, quick passing. Suarez in particular is a player who wants to receive the ball as swiftly as possible and move forward with it. Yaya Toure is an extremely mobile midfielder who strides across the pitch like a bodybuilding gazelle, but he struggled to adapt to Liverpool’s passing and movement.   2. Andy Carroll is more than a target man Carroll’s goal came from such pressure, and it was the goalscorer himself who forced the mistake. Carroll refused to shirk a 50/50 with Tevez; five seconds later, the ball was in the net. The goal serves as a microcosm of what Carroll is capable of. He’s not just an immobile head to float balls towards. His sheer size and strength can intimidate the most tenacious of opponents. His movement off the ball is surprising. His left foot, as we found out in December to our displeasure, is devastating. It’s what he does without the ball that impresses as well. Kompany has been one of the best central defenders in Europethis season, but he was constantly dragged out of position by Carroll’s movement. It wasn’t that Kompany wanted to follow Carroll’s runs; he simply had to. The Belgian’s insistence to gravitate towards our no.9 gave Suarez ample opportunity to create havoc with the space ahead of him.   3. Formations are for television graphics Was it 4-4-2, 4-3-3 or 4-2-3-1? Why can’t it be all of them? I’m always of the opinion formations are too rigid – a football match is everchanging entity and few players stay in the same position throughout the 90 minutes. Liverpool played with an impressive freedom and fluidity against City with players constantly shifting positions. The only two who retained their positions throughout were Lucas and Spearing in the midfield – this allowed an outlet inside to the rest of the team and ensured we weren’t caught short if City regained possession. Around them, the likes of Aurelio, Flanagan, Suarez, Kuyt and Meireles constantly offered different options at different times. Most impressive about the movement was the intelligence and coherence between the 11 on the pitch. No gaps were left unfilled for long. If Meireles moved inside, Aurelio would offer support; Skrtel, Carragher and Flanagan would shift slightly to the left and Kuyt would tuck inside. It was excellent to see the players adapting to particular situations so thoughtfully. This was typified by the second goal – the players continually shifted position depending on who had the ball and where it was dispatched to. Kuyt must have taken five different positions during the 30 second period, and every time, he was in the correct one to receive the ball. When he finally did receive it, he scored.   4. Meireles’ versatility is an asset There can be little doubt Meireles’ best position is in central midfield, but he’s been showing his commitment and usefulness to the club by playing on the left and right of midfield for the past few weeks. His performance against City from the left was mature and thoughtful. Meireles is a player who thrives with space to play into. The aforementioned movement of many allows him to distribute effectively – Lucas and Spearing benefited on numerous occasions from the space Carroll and Suarez afford them. It was Meireles’ role to supply them. Milner kept drifting away from his central position allowing them the space and Meireles relished capitalising on that. His ball to Carroll for the third goal was intelligent, spotting the run of Carroll and knowing the type of ball to put into the box. Meireles’ adeptness of ghosting into space also causes fresh problems for defenders from left midfield; his runs are harder to track from wide positions and he found himself in good positions throughout.   5. The future is bright The average age of the starting line-up was 26-years-old. Flanagan, Spearing, Lucas, Carroll and Suarez are 24-years-old or younger and all bar Lucas have made few appearances for Liverpool. Flanagan’s debut was extremely impressive and will give supporters and Kenny confidence if others from the U18s and reserves are called up throughout the season. It was impressive that his full debut – not even a showing in a cup competition. Even more impressive was how he didn’t adapt his style for the first team; his no-nonsense, brave tackling was still present. If facing Tevez, Balotelli, Silva and Dzeko doesn’t faze him, nothing will. The role of the veterans of the side is just as important. There’s little point placing the U18 team against full-strength Premier League teams; they must be gradually integrated into the squad. Flanagan had Kuyt in front of him and Carragher beside him, the latter acting as a shrilly-voiced tutor. Thankfully, the 18-year-old passed with flying colours.  Sun, 17 Apr 2011 09:46:04 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_What-We-Learnt-from-Man-City-H/blog/3468130/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-04-17T09:46:04Z The Kop How things can change in the space of six months. One of the lowest points of the past few years came at Eastlands in August. It’s one that hasn’t left me since. As Liverpool struggled to get a touch of the ball at 3-0 down, the wind blew the torrential rain into the faces of those who had the heart to stay after Tevez’s penalty. Hoods went up, heads went down; when it rains, it pours. Soon after, the City fans sang a ditty to their affluent deity who watched from the stand. ‘Sheikh Mansour, Sheikh Mansour’ If any City fan is reading this, don’t worry – this isn’t a dig at your team and how you’ve supposedly ruined football. Football had already become as polluted as the Mersey before Mansour spilt a couple of barrels of oil into it. And it’s not as we’ve never sung the names of our owners on the Kop, either. But where the City fans sang in adoration, we did so in anger; their happiness the antithesis of our hatred. The fact that they’re rich and we were poor is not what was to be lamented. Football has never been a sport for the socialist. It’s the fact that two teams from working class cities, historically supported by working class fans, felt the need to sing the names of footballing plutocracy. There were no songs about ownership on Monday night; the only reference to money was in reference its excess on Mario Balotelli. Instead, the likes of Luis Suarez, Andy Carroll and Kenny Dalglish were given our harmonious attention for footballing reasons. Liverpool Football Club feels like just that – a football club – once more. Things We Learnt Against Manchester City  1. We play better in high intensity situations Starting strongly is a strength of ours, particularly at Anfield. Much like we did to their city rivals, City were placed on the back-foot early on. The front six, particularly Suarez, Carroll and Kuyt, were quick to pressurise the opposition, forcing them into mistakes and ensuring they dropped deeper to combat our high intensity. A lot of our current personnel also lends well to a high tempo style. Lucas, Meireles, Suarez and Kuyt all appreciate short, quick passing. Suarez in particular is a player who wants to receive the ball as swiftly as possible and move forward with it. Yaya Toure is an extremely mobile midfielder who strides across the pitch like a bodybuilding gazelle, but he struggled to adapt to Liverpool’s passing and movement.   2. Andy Carroll is more than a target man Carroll’s goal came from such pressure, and it was the goalscorer himself who forced the mistake. Carroll refused to shirk a 50/50 with Tevez; five seconds later, the ball was in the net. The goal serves as a microcosm of what Carroll is capable of. He’s not just an immobile head to float balls towards. His sheer size and strength can intimidate the most tenacious of opponents. His movement off the ball is surprising. His left foot, as we found out in December to our displeasure, is devastating. It’s what he does without the ball that impresses as well. Kompany has been one of the best central defenders in Europethis season, but he was constantly dragged out of position by Carroll’s movement. It wasn’t that Kompany wanted to follow Carroll’s runs; he simply had to. The Belgian’s insistence to gravitate towards our no.9 gave Suarez ample opportunity to create havoc with the space ahead of him.   3. Formations are for television graphics Was it 4-4-2, 4-3-3 or 4-2-3-1? Why can’t it be all of them? I’m always of the opinion formations are too rigid – a football match is everchanging entity and few players stay in the same position throughout the 90 minutes. Liverpool played with an impressive freedom and fluidity against City with players constantly shifting positions. The only two who retained their positions throughout were Lucas and Spearing in the midfield – this allowed an outlet inside to the rest of the team and ensured we weren’t caught short if City regained possession. Around them, the likes of Aurelio, Flanagan, Suarez, Kuyt and Meireles constantly offered different options at different times. Most impressive about the movement was the intelligence and coherence between the 11 on the pitch. No gaps were left unfilled for long. If Meireles moved inside, Aurelio would offer support; Skrtel, Carragher and Flanagan would shift slightly to the left and Kuyt would tuck inside. It was excellent to see the players adapting to particular situations so thoughtfully. This was typified by the second goal – the players continually shifted position depending on who had the ball and where it was dispatched to. Kuyt must have taken five different positions during the 30 second period, and every time, he was in the correct one to receive the ball. When he finally did receive it, he scored.   4. Meireles’ versatility is an asset There can be little doubt Meireles’ best position is in central midfield, but he’s been showing his commitment and usefulness to the club by playing on the left and right of midfield for the past few weeks. His performance against City from the left was mature and thoughtful. Meireles is a player who thrives with space to play into. The aforementioned movement of many allows him to distribute effectively – Lucas and Spearing benefited on numerous occasions from the space Carroll and Suarez afford them. It was Meireles’ role to supply them. Milner kept drifting away from his central position allowing them the space and Meireles relished capitalising on that. His ball to Carroll for the third goal was intelligent, spotting the run of Carroll and knowing the type of ball to put into the box. Meireles’ adeptness of ghosting into space also causes fresh problems for defenders from left midfield; his runs are harder to track from wide positions and he found himself in good positions throughout.   5. The future is bright The average age of the starting line-up was 26-years-old. Flanagan, Spearing, Lucas, Carroll and Suarez are 24-years-old or younger and all bar Lucas have made few appearances for Liverpool. Flanagan’s debut was extremely impressive and will give supporters and Kenny confidence if others from the U18s and reserves are called up throughout the season. It was impressive that his full debut – not even a showing in a cup competition. Even more impressive was how he didn’t adapt his style for the first team; his no-nonsense, brave tackling was still present. If facing Tevez, Balotelli, Silva and Dzeko doesn’t faze him, nothing will. The role of the veterans of the side is just as important. There’s little point placing the U18 team against full-strength Premier League teams; they must be gradually integrated into the squad. Flanagan had Kuyt in front of him and Carragher beside him, the latter acting as a shrilly-voiced tutor. Thankfully, the 18-year-old passed with flying colours.  nonadult false What We Learnt from Man City (H) text blog 3004 11 4.90909 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 9 2 3468130 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-LFC-can-triumph-in-adversity-again/blog/3466660/173471.html IF there’s one thing this season has reaffirmed to Liverpool supporters, it’s that the club can triumph in adversity. It’s been almost nine months since the opening weekend optimism swiftly curdled in the scorching August sunshine; almost nine months since Liverpool Football Club’s relationship with its supporters turned sour. The club was bestowed with owners who didn’t care for its fans, traditions or future stability. Hicks and Gillett didn’t merely air dirty laundry in public, they allowed the world’s media to watch the mud wrestling in court, too. Their venom dripped down the hierarchy and poisoned elsewhere. Sections of the squad no longer seemed dedicated to the shirt. Supporters refused to trust the manager’s ability to inspire them. A lack of belief and ambition from all involved prompted a vicious, nauseating spiral – one that some thought would end, unimaginably, in relegation. The sun may not be scorching now, but the warm April haze which tinges the, skin is providing Anfield a glow that’s been absent for years. Hicks and Gillett are now gone, as are want away players, extradited from supporters’ hearts and heads remorselessly. The threat of relegation, no matter how scant it was, is now non-existent. Instead, there are new owners in place who are prepared to follow the culture and conventions of the club.  The squad has a new strike force, younger and hungrier than the previous incumbent.  The Holy Trinity Shankly once spoke about, resurrected, with the club’s king back on his throne. A season that increasingly appeared to be plunging into oblivion both on and off the pitch is now nearing its conclusion with Europe still a possibility and Kenny Dalglish as manager. In fact, to claim this as a triumph in adversity does a disservice to the concept of both triumph and adversity. Anything else that faces the club right now pales in comparison to the struggles faced in the first half of the season. For the first time in years, Liverpool supporters feel as if they’ve got their football club back; the tension and in-fighting on the Kop has ceased; everyone’s contribution – from the manager, to the squad and to the supporters – is mutually appreciated. Derision has turned to delirium and pessimism into positivism within a matter of months. The exclamation point was placed on that on Monday night in the shape of Andy Carroll’s gargantuan boot. When Carroll reared back his foot and obliterated the ball hard, low and swerving past Joe Hart, therapeutic euphoria swept through Anfield. In some ways, a goal for Andy Carroll was the final piece of the jigsaw; the final act to make the transformation complete. As Carroll bounded towards the Main Stand, arms spread like the Angel of the North and a smile as wide as theTyne, a new chapter was written and a line was drawn. No more column inches about price tags or goal droughts. Suarez spent the past month making fans feel young and defenders feel old, and now Carroll’s first Liverpool goal confirmed those who didn’t wish nor deserved to be at the club had been amply replaced – life, and Liverpool Football Club, goes on. That’s why news of season-ending injuries to Steven Gerrard, Daniel Agger and Glen Johnson shouldn’t be accompanied by the mandatory preconditioned hysteria. Losing three internationals for the season is undoubtedly a detriment to European qualification, but through adversity comes triumph - Liverpool have been proving that since January, and 18-year-old John Flanagan proved that on Monday night. City’s trio of Tevez, Balotelli and Dzeko cost just shy of £75million in transfer fees, but the experience given to Flanagan facing them was invaluable for both player and club. The absences of Gerrard, Agger and Johnson have given Dalglish the opportunity to leave the door ajar for some of the Academy stars to settle into the first team squad. Flanagan didn’t just open it further - he burst it open with a pulverising sliding tackle, much like the one James Milner received after mere minutes. His performance at right back was reminiscent of Martin Kelly’s full debut against Lyon in October 2009. Kelly also benefited from first-team injuries and also caught the eye from right back. Flanagan will be hoping his route from Kirkby to Melwood is as effervescent as Kelly’s. Kelly’s arrival to the first team squad bucked the trend of unlimited potential going unfulfilled; the Academy’s supposed success over the past ten years has been fabled. Layton Maxwell’s last club was Aberaman Athletic; Stephen Wright now warms the Brentford bench. Even those who took part in our European Cup winning season of 2005 have fallen down the football pyramid. Darren Potter and Neil Mellor – the latter so catalytic in the Olympiakos win – are now at Sheffield Wednesday with Jon Otsemobor to keep them company. But over the past two years, the conveyor belt has slowly stirred, and there’s nobody better qualified than Kenny Dalglish to assess who can fill the gaps left by stricken first-team players - he did return to the club to work with the Academy, after all. Flanagan’s impressive performance will make the cases to involve youngsters such as Conor Coady, Andre Wisdom, Jack Robinson and Raheem Sterling even more compelling. Even Adam Morgan, who’s now scored in 12 successive games, could have claim for a place on the bench. Flanagan and others have the potential to be an integral part of this football club’s future; experiences with the first team, albeit miniscule, will help develop that even quicker. The goalscoring exploits of Robbie Fowler were founded in his debut against Fulham; Steve McManaman’s early substitute showings helped him mature into the marauding midfielder that captured the Kop’s imagination. The six games remaining this season may not appear the most important in Liverpool’s history, but the youngsters' involvement could be important for the next six years and beyond. They may not be standing in for Gerrard, Agger and Johnson but forging their own reputations alongside them. If Kenny Dalglish believes they’re good enough to illuminate the future of the football club, the supporters should feel fairly confident, because like a Glaswegian Midas, everything Kenny Dalglish has touched has turned into gold. In order for his vision to be truly realised, there’s only one thing left for him to touch – a pen, ready to sign a long-term contract as manager; manager of his football club. And given the feeling surrounding the club a mere six months ago, perhaps that will be the biggest triumph to date. IF there’s one thing this season has reaffirmed to Liverpool supporters, it’s that the club can triumph in adversity. It’s been almost nine months since the opening weekend optimism swiftly curdled in the scorching August sunshine; almost nine months since Liverpool Football Club’s relationship with its supporters turned sour. The club was bestowed with owners who didn’t care for its fans, traditions or future stability. Hicks and Gillett didn’t merely air dirty laundry in public, they allowed the world’s media to watch the mud wrestling in court, too. Their venom dripped down the hierarchy and poisoned elsewhere. Sections of the squad no longer seemed dedicated to the shirt. Supporters refused to trust the manager’s ability to inspire them. A lack of belief and ambition from all involved prompted a vicious, nauseating spiral – one that some thought would end, unimaginably, in relegation. The sun may not be scorching now, but the warm April haze which tinges the, skin is providing Anfield a glow that’s been absent for years. Hicks and Gillett are now gone, as are want away players, extradited from supporters’ hearts and heads remorselessly. The threat of relegation, no matter how scant it was, is now non-existent. Instead, there are new owners in place who are prepared to follow the culture and conventions of the club.  The squad has a new strike force, younger and hungrier than the previous incumbent.  The Holy Trinity Shankly once spoke about, resurrected, with the club’s king back on his throne. A season that increasingly appeared to be plunging into oblivion both on and off the pitch is now nearing its conclusion with Europe still a possibility and Kenny Dalglish as manager. In fact, to claim this as a triumph in adversity does a disservice to the concept of both triumph and adversity. Anything else that faces the club right now pales in comparison to the struggles faced in the first half of the season. For the first time in years, Liverpool supporters feel as if they’ve got their football club back; the tension and in-fighting on the Kop has ceased; everyone’s contribution – from the manager, to the squad and to the supporters – is mutually appreciated. Derision has turned to delirium and pessimism into positivism within a matter of months. The exclamation point was placed on that on Monday night in the shape of Andy Carroll’s gargantuan boot. When Carroll reared back his foot and obliterated the ball hard, low and swerving past Joe Hart, therapeutic euphoria swept through Anfield. In some ways, a goal for Andy Carroll was the final piece of the jigsaw; the final act to make the transformation complete. As Carroll bounded towards the Main Stand, arms spread like the Angel of the North and a smile as wide as theTyne, a new chapter was written and a line was drawn. No more column inches about price tags or goal droughts. Suarez spent the past month making fans feel young and defenders feel old, and now Carroll’s first Liverpool goal confirmed those who didn’t wish nor deserved to be at the club had been amply replaced – life, and Liverpool Football Club, goes on. That’s why news of season-ending injuries to Steven Gerrard, Daniel Agger and Glen Johnson shouldn’t be accompanied by the mandatory preconditioned hysteria. Losing three internationals for the season is undoubtedly a detriment to European qualification, but through adversity comes triumph - Liverpool have been proving that since January, and 18-year-old John Flanagan proved that on Monday night. City’s trio of Tevez, Balotelli and Dzeko cost just shy of £75million in transfer fees, but the experience given to Flanagan facing them was invaluable for both player and club. The absences of Gerrard, Agger and Johnson have given Dalglish the opportunity to leave the door ajar for some of the Academy stars to settle into the first team squad. Flanagan didn’t just open it further - he burst it open with a pulverising sliding tackle, much like the one James Milner received after mere minutes. His performance at right back was reminiscent of Martin Kelly’s full debut against Lyon in October 2009. Kelly also benefited from first-team injuries and also caught the eye from right back. Flanagan will be hoping his route from Kirkby to Melwood is as effervescent as Kelly’s. Kelly’s arrival to the first team squad bucked the trend of unlimited potential going unfulfilled; the Academy’s supposed success over the past ten years has been fabled. Layton Maxwell’s last club was Aberaman Athletic; Stephen Wright now warms the Brentford bench. Even those who took part in our European Cup winning season of 2005 have fallen down the football pyramid. Darren Potter and Neil Mellor – the latter so catalytic in the Olympiakos win – are now at Sheffield Wednesday with Jon Otsemobor to keep them company. But over the past two years, the conveyor belt has slowly stirred, and there’s nobody better qualified than Kenny Dalglish to assess who can fill the gaps left by stricken first-team players - he did return to the club to work with the Academy, after all. Flanagan’s impressive performance will make the cases to involve youngsters such as Conor Coady, Andre Wisdom, Jack Robinson and Raheem Sterling even more compelling. Even Adam Morgan, who’s now scored in 12 successive games, could have claim for a place on the bench. Flanagan and others have the potential to be an integral part of this football club’s future; experiences with the first team, albeit miniscule, will help develop that even quicker. The goalscoring exploits of Robbie Fowler were founded in his debut against Fulham; Steve McManaman’s early substitute showings helped him mature into the marauding midfielder that captured the Kop’s imagination. The six games remaining this season may not appear the most important in Liverpool’s history, but the youngsters' involvement could be important for the next six years and beyond. They may not be standing in for Gerrard, Agger and Johnson but forging their own reputations alongside them. If Kenny Dalglish believes they’re good enough to illuminate the future of the football club, the supporters should feel fairly confident, because like a Glaswegian Midas, everything Kenny Dalglish has touched has turned into gold. In order for his vision to be truly realised, there’s only one thing left for him to touch – a pen, ready to sign a long-term contract as manager; manager of his football club. And given the feeling surrounding the club a mere six months ago, perhaps that will be the biggest triumph to date. Wed, 04 May 2011 15:18:09 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-LFC-can-triumph-in-adversity-again/blog/3466660/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-04-16T07:36:50Z The Kop IF there’s one thing this season has reaffirmed to Liverpool supporters, it’s that the club can triumph in adversity. It’s been almost nine months since the opening weekend optimism swiftly curdled in the scorching August sunshine; almost nine months since Liverpool Football Club’s relationship with its supporters turned sour. The club was bestowed with owners who didn’t care for its fans, traditions or future stability. Hicks and Gillett didn’t merely air dirty laundry in public, they allowed the world’s media to watch the mud wrestling in court, too. Their venom dripped down the hierarchy and poisoned elsewhere. Sections of the squad no longer seemed dedicated to the shirt. Supporters refused to trust the manager’s ability to inspire them. A lack of belief and ambition from all involved prompted a vicious, nauseating spiral – one that some thought would end, unimaginably, in relegation. The sun may not be scorching now, but the warm April haze which tinges the, skin is providing Anfield a glow that’s been absent for years. Hicks and Gillett are now gone, as are want away players, extradited from supporters’ hearts and heads remorselessly. The threat of relegation, no matter how scant it was, is now non-existent. Instead, there are new owners in place who are prepared to follow the culture and conventions of the club.  The squad has a new strike force, younger and hungrier than the previous incumbent.  The Holy Trinity Shankly once spoke about, resurrected, with the club’s king back on his throne. A season that increasingly appeared to be plunging into oblivion both on and off the pitch is now nearing its conclusion with Europe still a possibility and Kenny Dalglish as manager. In fact, to claim this as a triumph in adversity does a disservice to the concept of both triumph and adversity. Anything else that faces the club right now pales in comparison to the struggles faced in the first half of the season. For the first time in years, Liverpool supporters feel as if they’ve got their football club back; the tension and in-fighting on the Kop has ceased; everyone’s contribution – from the manager, to the squad and to the supporters – is mutually appreciated. Derision has turned to delirium and pessimism into positivism within a matter of months. The exclamation point was placed on that on Monday night in the shape of Andy Carroll’s gargantuan boot. When Carroll reared back his foot and obliterated the ball hard, low and swerving past Joe Hart, therapeutic euphoria swept through Anfield. In some ways, a goal for Andy Carroll was the final piece of the jigsaw; the final act to make the transformation complete. As Carroll bounded towards the Main Stand, arms spread like the Angel of the North and a smile as wide as theTyne, a new chapter was written and a line was drawn. No more column inches about price tags or goal droughts. Suarez spent the past month making fans feel young and defenders feel old, and now Carroll’s first Liverpool goal confirmed those who didn’t wish nor deserved to be at the club had been amply replaced – life, and Liverpool Football Club, goes on. That’s why news of season-ending injuries to Steven Gerrard, Daniel Agger and Glen Johnson shouldn’t be accompanied by the mandatory preconditioned hysteria. Losing three internationals for the season is undoubtedly a detriment to European qualification, but through adversity comes triumph - Liverpool have been proving that since January, and 18-year-old John Flanagan proved that on Monday night. City’s trio of Tevez, Balotelli and Dzeko cost just shy of £75million in transfer fees, but the experience given to Flanagan facing them was invaluable for both player and club. The absences of Gerrard, Agger and Johnson have given Dalglish the opportunity to leave the door ajar for some of the Academy stars to settle into the first team squad. Flanagan didn’t just open it further - he burst it open with a pulverising sliding tackle, much like the one James Milner received after mere minutes. His performance at right back was reminiscent of Martin Kelly’s full debut against Lyon in October 2009. Kelly also benefited from first-team injuries and also caught the eye from right back. Flanagan will be hoping his route from Kirkby to Melwood is as effervescent as Kelly’s. Kelly’s arrival to the first team squad bucked the trend of unlimited potential going unfulfilled; the Academy’s supposed success over the past ten years has been fabled. Layton Maxwell’s last club was Aberaman Athletic; Stephen Wright now warms the Brentford bench. Even those who took part in our European Cup winning season of 2005 have fallen down the football pyramid. Darren Potter and Neil Mellor – the latter so catalytic in the Olympiakos win – are now at Sheffield Wednesday with Jon Otsemobor to keep them company. But over the past two years, the conveyor belt has slowly stirred, and there’s nobody better qualified than Kenny Dalglish to assess who can fill the gaps left by stricken first-team players - he did return to the club to work with the Academy, after all. Flanagan’s impressive performance will make the cases to involve youngsters such as Conor Coady, Andre Wisdom, Jack Robinson and Raheem Sterling even more compelling. Even Adam Morgan, who’s now scored in 12 successive games, could have claim for a place on the bench. Flanagan and others have the potential to be an integral part of this football club’s future; experiences with the first team, albeit miniscule, will help develop that even quicker. The goalscoring exploits of Robbie Fowler were founded in his debut against Fulham; Steve McManaman’s early substitute showings helped him mature into the marauding midfielder that captured the Kop’s imagination. The six games remaining this season may not appear the most important in Liverpool’s history, but the youngsters' involvement could be important for the next six years and beyond. They may not be standing in for Gerrard, Agger and Johnson but forging their own reputations alongside them. If Kenny Dalglish believes they’re good enough to illuminate the future of the football club, the supporters should feel fairly confident, because like a Glaswegian Midas, everything Kenny Dalglish has touched has turned into gold. In order for his vision to be truly realised, there’s only one thing left for him to touch – a pen, ready to sign a long-term contract as manager; manager of his football club. And given the feeling surrounding the club a mere six months ago, perhaps that will be the biggest triumph to date. nonadult false Why LFC can triumph in adversity again text blog 12677 19 4.89474 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 23 1 3466660 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-Suarez-and-Carroll-are-not-about-remembering-the-past/blog/3408914/173471.html It was George Santayana, the Spanish-American philosopher from the late 19th and early 20th century, who said: “the one who does not remember history is bound to live through it again”. If Santayana was still alive today, he’d spend his time frantically correcting people on their misuse of his most famous aphorism. An aphorism is supposed to be short, memorable and poignant; its modern-day use is anything but that – a cliché that’s commonly misquoted. Upon hearing his maxim doctored for 21st century use - “those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it” - Santayana would no doubt emit a shriek of anguish. His philosophy, something embedded in his psyche, misconstrued and metamorphosed into an indolent cliché. At least Kenny Dalglish would sympathise with him. The ink had yet to dry on Andy Carroll’s contract when the headlines were written. Carroll, they deduced, would be the Toshack to Suarez’s Keegan; the Ian Rush to the Uruguayan’s Dalglish. The 7 and 9, back together. And then came the clichés. Long ball, big man and little man, one-dimensional, route one; all concluded one thing - Carroll’s height would automatically result in Liverpool becoming a side not too dissimilar to watching the 1980s Wimbledon side. Opposition supporters, with their minds already made up for them, would watch the match with an elongated, visceral cry of hoof resting in the back of their throats. Carroll has only made two league appearances for the club, but the mob has already spoken. Much like Santayana’s words, Dalglish’s intentions have been wrongly represented; but much like Dalglish’s words, there is wisdom in Santayana’s. As Santayana said: “the one who does not remember history is bound to live through it again”. There is nothing wrong, and nothing better, reliving a history as adorned as Liverpool Football Club’s. It’s not just the 18 league titles or five European Cups - it’s the tales told to those who’ll listen and to those who won’t. It’s the special to Wolverhampton in 1976, it’s the night that followed the 9-0 demolition of Crystal Palace; it’s being with those who you care about the whole time it’s happening. But those memories are consigned to an overflowing scrapbook in our minds. There’s space on the next page for a reason. Cynics suggested appointing Kenny Dalglish was a desperate decision designed to revisit our past; it was actually a deliberate decision designed to renovate our future. The belief Kenny formed a new partnership to parallel Toshack and Keegan or Rush and himself wouldn’t just be unfair to the trio – it would be disrespectful as well. Andy Carroll is not John Toshack or Ian Rush; he’s a 22-year-old international with unlimited potential to build upon his ever-growing list of attributes. Luis Suarez is not Kevin Keegan or Kenny Dalglish; he’s a 24-year-old with a brain as resourceful and quick as his feet – brain and feet which helped lead his country to the semi-final of last year’s World Cup. Most importantly, Kenny Dalglish is not living in the past. When Dalglish returned to the dugout, he did so to assist in preparing for Liverpool’s future; a future with the holy trinity Shankly spoke of restored. After an incredible few months, the vast majority of supporters don’t want Kenny to just assist in preparing for the future - they want him to be a part of it. When he plays Suarez and Carroll together, he’s not attempting to replicate the past but instead prepare for the future. Both have signed long contracts at the club and want to play for this team. If they develop the qualities already shown to supporters, there’ll be little need to think of the past because the future will be adorned just as brightly; those empty pages in our mind’s scrapbook will be filled frantically. Our Anfield exit to Braga did contain too many long balls to Carroll’s head, but that will prove to be the exception as opposed to the expected. It’s important to remember Suarez wasn’t the only first-team player missing that night; Steven Gerrard, Martin Kelly and Daniel Agger were out too. What supporters watched at Sunderland was much more a microcosm of the future of this football club. With Suarez around him and Agger’s measured, concise passing starting attacks quickly, Carroll’s game changed, as did Liverpool’s. Not only was he asked to win everything with his head but with his feet as well. He did both time and time again. For a player who is yet to regain match fitness, he seemed to run his own personal Great North Run, dragging defenders from their positions and freeing up space for Suarez, Meireles and Kuyt to exploit. The thought of a fully-fit Steven Gerrard also doing that is enough to make Liverpool supporters salivate. It’s also enough to make those who have the hoof cries resting in their throats choke on them – they certainly did at the Stadium of Light, with the hoof transforming into a bitter, defeated, Neanderthal boo any time Carroll touched the ball. But even Sunderland supporters could appreciate the masterclass given by Luis Suarez. To describe the impact the diminutive South American has had on both the supporters and squad would empty the barrel of superlatives dry. To write of his performance at Sunderland would require three columns alone. The song, repeated for nearly twenty minutes, says it all. As each recycled chorus grew by the decibel and eardrums reverberated more and more each time, the realisation set in deeper. Liverpool supporters just can’t get enough of Luis Suarez. It’s hard to distinguish what’s more likable about Suarez – his playing ability or his personality. Watching Luis Suarez is akin to watching a Minotaur perform Swan Lake. He floats into space with the grace and poise of a ballerina but when he receives the ball in that space, he immediately transforms. He drives at defenders with pugnacity and tenacity, motoring past them with a rare combination of skill and strength. Even better is how he does it with an amalgamation of delight and disdain upon his face. The cherubic face which smiled to the away end on Saturday after he blasted the ball past Mignolet quickly turned into a cantankerous contortion when the game resumed; he loves playing for Liverpool, and he hates anyone who doesn’t. Luis Suarez is more than a handful to opposition. When Andy Carroll is added into that equation, defenders will have had their bellyful of Liverpool’s new striking partnership; a partnership which won’t be in others’ shadows much longer, but rather will stand alongside them, writing their own history. Sunderland may be wise to take George Santayana’s sage advice: the one who does not remember history is bound to live through it again. Just ask the Ghanaian contingent of their squad who were tormented by Suarez in South Africa. But even remembering how effective Suarez and Carroll can be will be of little consequence because both are here, ready to torment, for years to come. Even Santayana would bypass any personal and philosophical integrity to agree defences would be condemned if they had to relive another 90 minutes of Carroll and Suarez. It was George Santayana, the Spanish-American philosopher from the late 19th and early 20th century, who said: “the one who does not remember history is bound to live through it again”. If Santayana was still alive today, he’d spend his time frantically correcting people on their misuse of his most famous aphorism. An aphorism is supposed to be short, memorable and poignant; its modern-day use is anything but that – a cliché that’s commonly misquoted. Upon hearing his maxim doctored for 21st century use - “those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it” - Santayana would no doubt emit a shriek of anguish. His philosophy, something embedded in his psyche, misconstrued and metamorphosed into an indolent cliché. At least Kenny Dalglish would sympathise with him. The ink had yet to dry on Andy Carroll’s contract when the headlines were written. Carroll, they deduced, would be the Toshack to Suarez’s Keegan; the Ian Rush to the Uruguayan’s Dalglish. The 7 and 9, back together. And then came the clichés. Long ball, big man and little man, one-dimensional, route one; all concluded one thing - Carroll’s height would automatically result in Liverpool becoming a side not too dissimilar to watching the 1980s Wimbledon side. Opposition supporters, with their minds already made up for them, would watch the match with an elongated, visceral cry of hoof resting in the back of their throats. Carroll has only made two league appearances for the club, but the mob has already spoken. Much like Santayana’s words, Dalglish’s intentions have been wrongly represented; but much like Dalglish’s words, there is wisdom in Santayana’s. As Santayana said: “the one who does not remember history is bound to live through it again”. There is nothing wrong, and nothing better, reliving a history as adorned as Liverpool Football Club’s. It’s not just the 18 league titles or five European Cups - it’s the tales told to those who’ll listen and to those who won’t. It’s the special to Wolverhampton in 1976, it’s the night that followed the 9-0 demolition of Crystal Palace; it’s being with those who you care about the whole time it’s happening. But those memories are consigned to an overflowing scrapbook in our minds. There’s space on the next page for a reason. Cynics suggested appointing Kenny Dalglish was a desperate decision designed to revisit our past; it was actually a deliberate decision designed to renovate our future. The belief Kenny formed a new partnership to parallel Toshack and Keegan or Rush and himself wouldn’t just be unfair to the trio – it would be disrespectful as well. Andy Carroll is not John Toshack or Ian Rush; he’s a 22-year-old international with unlimited potential to build upon his ever-growing list of attributes. Luis Suarez is not Kevin Keegan or Kenny Dalglish; he’s a 24-year-old with a brain as resourceful and quick as his feet – brain and feet which helped lead his country to the semi-final of last year’s World Cup. Most importantly, Kenny Dalglish is not living in the past. When Dalglish returned to the dugout, he did so to assist in preparing for Liverpool’s future; a future with the holy trinity Shankly spoke of restored. After an incredible few months, the vast majority of supporters don’t want Kenny to just assist in preparing for the future - they want him to be a part of it. When he plays Suarez and Carroll together, he’s not attempting to replicate the past but instead prepare for the future. Both have signed long contracts at the club and want to play for this team. If they develop the qualities already shown to supporters, there’ll be little need to think of the past because the future will be adorned just as brightly; those empty pages in our mind’s scrapbook will be filled frantically. Our Anfield exit to Braga did contain too many long balls to Carroll’s head, but that will prove to be the exception as opposed to the expected. It’s important to remember Suarez wasn’t the only first-team player missing that night; Steven Gerrard, Martin Kelly and Daniel Agger were out too. What supporters watched at Sunderland was much more a microcosm of the future of this football club. With Suarez around him and Agger’s measured, concise passing starting attacks quickly, Carroll’s game changed, as did Liverpool’s. Not only was he asked to win everything with his head but with his feet as well. He did both time and time again. For a player who is yet to regain match fitness, he seemed to run his own personal Great North Run, dragging defenders from their positions and freeing up space for Suarez, Meireles and Kuyt to exploit. The thought of a fully-fit Steven Gerrard also doing that is enough to make Liverpool supporters salivate. It’s also enough to make those who have the hoof cries resting in their throats choke on them – they certainly did at the Stadium of Light, with the hoof transforming into a bitter, defeated, Neanderthal boo any time Carroll touched the ball. But even Sunderland supporters could appreciate the masterclass given by Luis Suarez. To describe the impact the diminutive South American has had on both the supporters and squad would empty the barrel of superlatives dry. To write of his performance at Sunderland would require three columns alone. The song, repeated for nearly twenty minutes, says it all. As each recycled chorus grew by the decibel and eardrums reverberated more and more each time, the realisation set in deeper. Liverpool supporters just can’t get enough of Luis Suarez. It’s hard to distinguish what’s more likable about Suarez – his playing ability or his personality. Watching Luis Suarez is akin to watching a Minotaur perform Swan Lake. He floats into space with the grace and poise of a ballerina but when he receives the ball in that space, he immediately transforms. He drives at defenders with pugnacity and tenacity, motoring past them with a rare combination of skill and strength. Even better is how he does it with an amalgamation of delight and disdain upon his face. The cherubic face which smiled to the away end on Saturday after he blasted the ball past Mignolet quickly turned into a cantankerous contortion when the game resumed; he loves playing for Liverpool, and he hates anyone who doesn’t. Luis Suarez is more than a handful to opposition. When Andy Carroll is added into that equation, defenders will have had their bellyful of Liverpool’s new striking partnership; a partnership which won’t be in others’ shadows much longer, but rather will stand alongside them, writing their own history. Sunderland may be wise to take George Santayana’s sage advice: the one who does not remember history is bound to live through it again. Just ask the Ghanaian contingent of their squad who were tormented by Suarez in South Africa. But even remembering how effective Suarez and Carroll can be will be of little consequence because both are here, ready to torment, for years to come. Even Santayana would bypass any personal and philosophical integrity to agree defences would be condemned if they had to relive another 90 minutes of Carroll and Suarez. Thu, 24 Mar 2011 22:55:43 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-Suarez-and-Carroll-are-not-about-remembering-the-past/blog/3408914/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-03-24T22:55:43Z The Kop It was George Santayana, the Spanish-American philosopher from the late 19th and early 20th century, who said: “the one who does not remember history is bound to live through it again”. If Santayana was still alive today, he’d spend his time frantically correcting people on their misuse of his most famous aphorism. An aphorism is supposed to be short, memorable and poignant; its modern-day use is anything but that – a cliché that’s commonly misquoted. Upon hearing his maxim doctored for 21st century use - “those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it” - Santayana would no doubt emit a shriek of anguish. His philosophy, something embedded in his psyche, misconstrued and metamorphosed into an indolent cliché. At least Kenny Dalglish would sympathise with him. The ink had yet to dry on Andy Carroll’s contract when the headlines were written. Carroll, they deduced, would be the Toshack to Suarez’s Keegan; the Ian Rush to the Uruguayan’s Dalglish. The 7 and 9, back together. And then came the clichés. Long ball, big man and little man, one-dimensional, route one; all concluded one thing - Carroll’s height would automatically result in Liverpool becoming a side not too dissimilar to watching the 1980s Wimbledon side. Opposition supporters, with their minds already made up for them, would watch the match with an elongated, visceral cry of hoof resting in the back of their throats. Carroll has only made two league appearances for the club, but the mob has already spoken. Much like Santayana’s words, Dalglish’s intentions have been wrongly represented; but much like Dalglish’s words, there is wisdom in Santayana’s. As Santayana said: “the one who does not remember history is bound to live through it again”. There is nothing wrong, and nothing better, reliving a history as adorned as Liverpool Football Club’s. It’s not just the 18 league titles or five European Cups - it’s the tales told to those who’ll listen and to those who won’t. It’s the special to Wolverhampton in 1976, it’s the night that followed the 9-0 demolition of Crystal Palace; it’s being with those who you care about the whole time it’s happening. But those memories are consigned to an overflowing scrapbook in our minds. There’s space on the next page for a reason. Cynics suggested appointing Kenny Dalglish was a desperate decision designed to revisit our past; it was actually a deliberate decision designed to renovate our future. The belief Kenny formed a new partnership to parallel Toshack and Keegan or Rush and himself wouldn’t just be unfair to the trio – it would be disrespectful as well. Andy Carroll is not John Toshack or Ian Rush; he’s a 22-year-old international with unlimited potential to build upon his ever-growing list of attributes. Luis Suarez is not Kevin Keegan or Kenny Dalglish; he’s a 24-year-old with a brain as resourceful and quick as his feet – brain and feet which helped lead his country to the semi-final of last year’s World Cup. Most importantly, Kenny Dalglish is not living in the past. When Dalglish returned to the dugout, he did so to assist in preparing for Liverpool’s future; a future with the holy trinity Shankly spoke of restored. After an incredible few months, the vast majority of supporters don’t want Kenny to just assist in preparing for the future - they want him to be a part of it. When he plays Suarez and Carroll together, he’s not attempting to replicate the past but instead prepare for the future. Both have signed long contracts at the club and want to play for this team. If they develop the qualities already shown to supporters, there’ll be little need to think of the past because the future will be adorned just as brightly; those empty pages in our mind’s scrapbook will be filled frantically. Our Anfield exit to Braga did contain too many long balls to Carroll’s head, but that will prove to be the exception as opposed to the expected. It’s important to remember Suarez wasn’t the only first-team player missing that night; Steven Gerrard, Martin Kelly and Daniel Agger were out too. What supporters watched at Sunderland was much more a microcosm of the future of this football club. With Suarez around him and Agger’s measured, concise passing starting attacks quickly, Carroll’s game changed, as did Liverpool’s. Not only was he asked to win everything with his head but with his feet as well. He did both time and time again. For a player who is yet to regain match fitness, he seemed to run his own personal Great North Run, dragging defenders from their positions and freeing up space for Suarez, Meireles and Kuyt to exploit. The thought of a fully-fit Steven Gerrard also doing that is enough to make Liverpool supporters salivate. It’s also enough to make those who have the hoof cries resting in their throats choke on them – they certainly did at the Stadium of Light, with the hoof transforming into a bitter, defeated, Neanderthal boo any time Carroll touched the ball. But even Sunderland supporters could appreciate the masterclass given by Luis Suarez. To describe the impact the diminutive South American has had on both the supporters and squad would empty the barrel of superlatives dry. To write of his performance at Sunderland would require three columns alone. The song, repeated for nearly twenty minutes, says it all. As each recycled chorus grew by the decibel and eardrums reverberated more and more each time, the realisation set in deeper. Liverpool supporters just can’t get enough of Luis Suarez. It’s hard to distinguish what’s more likable about Suarez – his playing ability or his personality. Watching Luis Suarez is akin to watching a Minotaur perform Swan Lake. He floats into space with the grace and poise of a ballerina but when he receives the ball in that space, he immediately transforms. He drives at defenders with pugnacity and tenacity, motoring past them with a rare combination of skill and strength. Even better is how he does it with an amalgamation of delight and disdain upon his face. The cherubic face which smiled to the away end on Saturday after he blasted the ball past Mignolet quickly turned into a cantankerous contortion when the game resumed; he loves playing for Liverpool, and he hates anyone who doesn’t. Luis Suarez is more than a handful to opposition. When Andy Carroll is added into that equation, defenders will have had their bellyful of Liverpool’s new striking partnership; a partnership which won’t be in others’ shadows much longer, but rather will stand alongside them, writing their own history. Sunderland may be wise to take George Santayana’s sage advice: the one who does not remember history is bound to live through it again. Just ask the Ghanaian contingent of their squad who were tormented by Suarez in South Africa. But even remembering how effective Suarez and Carroll can be will be of little consequence because both are here, ready to torment, for years to come. Even Santayana would bypass any personal and philosophical integrity to agree defences would be condemned if they had to relive another 90 minutes of Carroll and Suarez. nonadult false Why Suarez and Carroll are not about remembering the past text blog 54037 27 4.66667 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 44 1 3408914 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-Europe-is-not-the-most-important-thing-to-LFC/blog/3397120/173471.html If the two budget airline flights and local train service from Oporto to Braga didn’t prompt the realisation to set in, the gothic towers, Baroque buildings and early spring sunshine which adorned the streets certainly did. This wasn’t Liverpool. It was Braga, the oldest city in Portugal and a city like no other we’d been to before. But that’s what Liverpool supporters say about every European trip. Each journey is marked on a fresh page in our memory’s scrapbook and filed under ‘special’. No matter if it’s a statue in Seville, a bar in Bucharest or a currywurst in Cologne, every journey is remembered and every one provides an anecdote to be retold, albeit occasionally doctored with hyperbole. Talking to good friends in splendid sunshine while sipping a Superbock can make you lose perspective easily. It proved so yet again last week. Braga was the best European adventure we’d embarked upon, we brashly proclaimed, because Braga’s stadium was the best we’d ever stepped foot in. As we walked to the ground, we surveyed our surroundings; in front of us stood a giant rock where, five minutes later, we would stand atop of and gaze onto the pitch below as if we were spectators to a game of Subbuteo. A brief amble down the cliff, evoking memories of school trips to multisyllabic Welsh mountains, led supporters to the away turnstiles. Bewildered looks spread across faces to accompany the light stain of red wine that had accumulated over the afternoon. Forget the majesty of the Bernabeu, the volume of Estadio de Luz, the intensity of the Stadio Olimpico or the sheer enormity of the Camp Nou. Braga’s Estadio AXA was the greatest we’d ever seen. This opinion will change frequently, of course. It already has. Some days, the intensity of the Stadio Olimpico is the overwhelming emotion felt; on others, the feeling of being just one of 95,000 people in a gargantuan Catalan amphitheatre. Sometimes, the night in Eindhoven is the one to raise the broadest smile; sometimes it’s Monaco, Porto or Milan. That’s why the past ten years have been so special. Spurs supporters are excited about trips to the San Siro and the Bernabeu this season, and rightly so; yet when they relay their excitement to us, they don’t comprehend our disinterested response.  They don’t comprehend that Liverpool Football Club have seen it all already.  It’s not simply the places – it’s the people as well. In Braga, there were four of us; in Barcelona, the number was just shy of forty. The number matters little.  What matters is that these are people you share hotel rooms and airport departure lounges with; these are the people you share your innermost thoughts with in some dark, backstreet Prague bar at 2 o’clock in the morning. Liverpool’s aggregate defeat to Braga and current league position appears to signal the end of European travel and all that encompasses it for the next 18 months at least. The result at Anfield this week prompted exaggerated lamentations from people who feel Liverpool Football Club has a divine right to play European football every season. Debates have already begun as to how damaging a season without Europe would be for the club. Liverpool Football Club recently celebrated its 119th birthday. Next year, it will celebrate its 120th regardless of whether European football is being played at Anfield. That’s not to say the supporters don’t appreciate European football. We’ve experienced almost everything there is to experience. AC Milan, Internazionale, Real Madrid, Roma, Barcelona – all these European giants conquered in the past 10 years. Liverpool Football Club has given us so much and so many incredible nights, both home and abroad. But now it’s time to give something back; it’s time to give the club patience. It would be upsetting for both supporters and personnel if 5th wasn’t achieved in the league this season, but it’s important to remember how spoilt this football club has been in terms of Europe. In this column alone, there’s been reference to 13 European cities we’ve visited since the last failure to qualify in 1999. It’s also important to remember the year that the club has endured. The rebuilding process has only just begun; the rubble left by the mismanagement of those who somehow found their way into powerful positions at the football club still rests at our feet. It will take a collective effort from Kenny Dalglish, the supporters, the players and Fenway Sports Group to restore the club to its former glory. Like any rebuilding job, a firm foundation must be laid in place first – with Kenny Dalglish, we have that foundation. Supporters are worried that no European football will lead to a lower calibre of player being attracted to the football club, but now more than ever, this football club needs players who want to play for Liverpool Football Club regardless of the current situation. The last time Liverpool played without European competition, Sami Hyypia, Stephane Henchoz, Dietmar Hamann and Vladmir Smicer signed for the club. All four were fantastic servants to the club, regardless of opinion regarding ability. All of them bar Stephane Henchoz played a vital role in Istanbul, just six years after that year in exile. Those four men wanted to play for the football club and for the supporters – not because European competition was guaranteed, but because they shared the vision of the manager and the supporters. Any players that cannot understand what has happened to the club are not wanted; any players that cannot understand what is happening at the club are not wanted either. That same rule applies to supporters, too. For those who bemoan the potential lack of adventures abroad, remember what we’ve experienced in the past and know that under the guidance of Kenny Dalglish, we will be able to experience it again. The club is slowly climbing up the hill once more. First team players such as Reina, Agger, Kelly, Johnson and Lucas are young and talented and the addition of more young, talented players - Carroll and Suarez – demonstrates that the club has a clear strategy and progressive, forward-thinking bodies behind it. Patience is the only thing that’s required from both supporters and playing staff; those who don’t wish to be part of the new Liverpool Football Club aren’t welcome. There’s still space in that scrapbook in our conscience, it just might be closed for a season. Roy Evans once said that European football without Liverpool Football Club was like a banquet without wine. It’s now up to all associated with the club to unite and crush the grapes together. That way, the wine will taste all the more sweet when we get there again. If the two budget airline flights and local train service from Oporto to Braga didn’t prompt the realisation to set in, the gothic towers, Baroque buildings and early spring sunshine which adorned the streets certainly did. This wasn’t Liverpool. It was Braga, the oldest city in Portugal and a city like no other we’d been to before. But that’s what Liverpool supporters say about every European trip. Each journey is marked on a fresh page in our memory’s scrapbook and filed under ‘special’. No matter if it’s a statue in Seville, a bar in Bucharest or a currywurst in Cologne, every journey is remembered and every one provides an anecdote to be retold, albeit occasionally doctored with hyperbole. Talking to good friends in splendid sunshine while sipping a Superbock can make you lose perspective easily. It proved so yet again last week. Braga was the best European adventure we’d embarked upon, we brashly proclaimed, because Braga’s stadium was the best we’d ever stepped foot in. As we walked to the ground, we surveyed our surroundings; in front of us stood a giant rock where, five minutes later, we would stand atop of and gaze onto the pitch below as if we were spectators to a game of Subbuteo. A brief amble down the cliff, evoking memories of school trips to multisyllabic Welsh mountains, led supporters to the away turnstiles. Bewildered looks spread across faces to accompany the light stain of red wine that had accumulated over the afternoon. Forget the majesty of the Bernabeu, the volume of Estadio de Luz, the intensity of the Stadio Olimpico or the sheer enormity of the Camp Nou. Braga’s Estadio AXA was the greatest we’d ever seen. This opinion will change frequently, of course. It already has. Some days, the intensity of the Stadio Olimpico is the overwhelming emotion felt; on others, the feeling of being just one of 95,000 people in a gargantuan Catalan amphitheatre. Sometimes, the night in Eindhoven is the one to raise the broadest smile; sometimes it’s Monaco, Porto or Milan. That’s why the past ten years have been so special. Spurs supporters are excited about trips to the San Siro and the Bernabeu this season, and rightly so; yet when they relay their excitement to us, they don’t comprehend our disinterested response.  They don’t comprehend that Liverpool Football Club have seen it all already.  It’s not simply the places – it’s the people as well. In Braga, there were four of us; in Barcelona, the number was just shy of forty. The number matters little.  What matters is that these are people you share hotel rooms and airport departure lounges with; these are the people you share your innermost thoughts with in some dark, backstreet Prague bar at 2 o’clock in the morning. Liverpool’s aggregate defeat to Braga and current league position appears to signal the end of European travel and all that encompasses it for the next 18 months at least. The result at Anfield this week prompted exaggerated lamentations from people who feel Liverpool Football Club has a divine right to play European football every season. Debates have already begun as to how damaging a season without Europe would be for the club. Liverpool Football Club recently celebrated its 119th birthday. Next year, it will celebrate its 120th regardless of whether European football is being played at Anfield. That’s not to say the supporters don’t appreciate European football. We’ve experienced almost everything there is to experience. AC Milan, Internazionale, Real Madrid, Roma, Barcelona – all these European giants conquered in the past 10 years. Liverpool Football Club has given us so much and so many incredible nights, both home and abroad. But now it’s time to give something back; it’s time to give the club patience. It would be upsetting for both supporters and personnel if 5th wasn’t achieved in the league this season, but it’s important to remember how spoilt this football club has been in terms of Europe. In this column alone, there’s been reference to 13 European cities we’ve visited since the last failure to qualify in 1999. It’s also important to remember the year that the club has endured. The rebuilding process has only just begun; the rubble left by the mismanagement of those who somehow found their way into powerful positions at the football club still rests at our feet. It will take a collective effort from Kenny Dalglish, the supporters, the players and Fenway Sports Group to restore the club to its former glory. Like any rebuilding job, a firm foundation must be laid in place first – with Kenny Dalglish, we have that foundation. Supporters are worried that no European football will lead to a lower calibre of player being attracted to the football club, but now more than ever, this football club needs players who want to play for Liverpool Football Club regardless of the current situation. The last time Liverpool played without European competition, Sami Hyypia, Stephane Henchoz, Dietmar Hamann and Vladmir Smicer signed for the club. All four were fantastic servants to the club, regardless of opinion regarding ability. All of them bar Stephane Henchoz played a vital role in Istanbul, just six years after that year in exile. Those four men wanted to play for the football club and for the supporters – not because European competition was guaranteed, but because they shared the vision of the manager and the supporters. Any players that cannot understand what has happened to the club are not wanted; any players that cannot understand what is happening at the club are not wanted either. That same rule applies to supporters, too. For those who bemoan the potential lack of adventures abroad, remember what we’ve experienced in the past and know that under the guidance of Kenny Dalglish, we will be able to experience it again. The club is slowly climbing up the hill once more. First team players such as Reina, Agger, Kelly, Johnson and Lucas are young and talented and the addition of more young, talented players - Carroll and Suarez – demonstrates that the club has a clear strategy and progressive, forward-thinking bodies behind it. Patience is the only thing that’s required from both supporters and playing staff; those who don’t wish to be part of the new Liverpool Football Club aren’t welcome. There’s still space in that scrapbook in our conscience, it just might be closed for a season. Roy Evans once said that European football without Liverpool Football Club was like a banquet without wine. It’s now up to all associated with the club to unite and crush the grapes together. That way, the wine will taste all the more sweet when we get there again. Sat, 19 Mar 2011 06:36:03 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_Why-Europe-is-not-the-most-important-thing-to-LFC/blog/3397120/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-03-19T06:36:03Z The Kop If the two budget airline flights and local train service from Oporto to Braga didn’t prompt the realisation to set in, the gothic towers, Baroque buildings and early spring sunshine which adorned the streets certainly did. This wasn’t Liverpool. It was Braga, the oldest city in Portugal and a city like no other we’d been to before. But that’s what Liverpool supporters say about every European trip. Each journey is marked on a fresh page in our memory’s scrapbook and filed under ‘special’. No matter if it’s a statue in Seville, a bar in Bucharest or a currywurst in Cologne, every journey is remembered and every one provides an anecdote to be retold, albeit occasionally doctored with hyperbole. Talking to good friends in splendid sunshine while sipping a Superbock can make you lose perspective easily. It proved so yet again last week. Braga was the best European adventure we’d embarked upon, we brashly proclaimed, because Braga’s stadium was the best we’d ever stepped foot in. As we walked to the ground, we surveyed our surroundings; in front of us stood a giant rock where, five minutes later, we would stand atop of and gaze onto the pitch below as if we were spectators to a game of Subbuteo. A brief amble down the cliff, evoking memories of school trips to multisyllabic Welsh mountains, led supporters to the away turnstiles. Bewildered looks spread across faces to accompany the light stain of red wine that had accumulated over the afternoon. Forget the majesty of the Bernabeu, the volume of Estadio de Luz, the intensity of the Stadio Olimpico or the sheer enormity of the Camp Nou. Braga’s Estadio AXA was the greatest we’d ever seen. This opinion will change frequently, of course. It already has. Some days, the intensity of the Stadio Olimpico is the overwhelming emotion felt; on others, the feeling of being just one of 95,000 people in a gargantuan Catalan amphitheatre. Sometimes, the night in Eindhoven is the one to raise the broadest smile; sometimes it’s Monaco, Porto or Milan. That’s why the past ten years have been so special. Spurs supporters are excited about trips to the San Siro and the Bernabeu this season, and rightly so; yet when they relay their excitement to us, they don’t comprehend our disinterested response.  They don’t comprehend that Liverpool Football Club have seen it all already.  It’s not simply the places – it’s the people as well. In Braga, there were four of us; in Barcelona, the number was just shy of forty. The number matters little.  What matters is that these are people you share hotel rooms and airport departure lounges with; these are the people you share your innermost thoughts with in some dark, backstreet Prague bar at 2 o’clock in the morning. Liverpool’s aggregate defeat to Braga and current league position appears to signal the end of European travel and all that encompasses it for the next 18 months at least. The result at Anfield this week prompted exaggerated lamentations from people who feel Liverpool Football Club has a divine right to play European football every season. Debates have already begun as to how damaging a season without Europe would be for the club. Liverpool Football Club recently celebrated its 119th birthday. Next year, it will celebrate its 120th regardless of whether European football is being played at Anfield. That’s not to say the supporters don’t appreciate European football. We’ve experienced almost everything there is to experience. AC Milan, Internazionale, Real Madrid, Roma, Barcelona – all these European giants conquered in the past 10 years. Liverpool Football Club has given us so much and so many incredible nights, both home and abroad. But now it’s time to give something back; it’s time to give the club patience. It would be upsetting for both supporters and personnel if 5th wasn’t achieved in the league this season, but it’s important to remember how spoilt this football club has been in terms of Europe. In this column alone, there’s been reference to 13 European cities we’ve visited since the last failure to qualify in 1999. It’s also important to remember the year that the club has endured. The rebuilding process has only just begun; the rubble left by the mismanagement of those who somehow found their way into powerful positions at the football club still rests at our feet. It will take a collective effort from Kenny Dalglish, the supporters, the players and Fenway Sports Group to restore the club to its former glory. Like any rebuilding job, a firm foundation must be laid in place first – with Kenny Dalglish, we have that foundation. Supporters are worried that no European football will lead to a lower calibre of player being attracted to the football club, but now more than ever, this football club needs players who want to play for Liverpool Football Club regardless of the current situation. The last time Liverpool played without European competition, Sami Hyypia, Stephane Henchoz, Dietmar Hamann and Vladmir Smicer signed for the club. All four were fantastic servants to the club, regardless of opinion regarding ability. All of them bar Stephane Henchoz played a vital role in Istanbul, just six years after that year in exile. Those four men wanted to play for the football club and for the supporters – not because European competition was guaranteed, but because they shared the vision of the manager and the supporters. Any players that cannot understand what has happened to the club are not wanted; any players that cannot understand what is happening at the club are not wanted either. That same rule applies to supporters, too. For those who bemoan the potential lack of adventures abroad, remember what we’ve experienced in the past and know that under the guidance of Kenny Dalglish, we will be able to experience it again. The club is slowly climbing up the hill once more. First team players such as Reina, Agger, Kelly, Johnson and Lucas are young and talented and the addition of more young, talented players - Carroll and Suarez – demonstrates that the club has a clear strategy and progressive, forward-thinking bodies behind it. Patience is the only thing that’s required from both supporters and playing staff; those who don’t wish to be part of the new Liverpool Football Club aren’t welcome. There’s still space in that scrapbook in our conscience, it just might be closed for a season. Roy Evans once said that European football without Liverpool Football Club was like a banquet without wine. It’s now up to all associated with the club to unite and crush the grapes together. That way, the wine will taste all the more sweet when we get there again. nonadult false Why Europe is not the most important thing to LFC text blog 11842 22 4.86364 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 30 1 3397120 30092030 Gold 68955 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_39Why-we39re-together-more-than-ever39/blog/3376412/173471.html Within 15 minutes of Kenny Dalglish’s return, North West reporters scurried around Anfield searching for soundbites. They had little work to do. Cameramen had already gravitated towards supporters who gathered on Walton Breck Road after hearing the news. Microphones moved independently from the wishes of the arms that held them, darting from one opinion to another like the needle on a Tom Hicks polygraph. John from Aigburth, a secondary school teacher, said it was a fantastic appointment. He was 16-years-old when he travelled without a penny in his pocket to see Kenny score the winner against Brugge at Wembley. Tommy from Bootle, a veteran cab driver, was doubly happy – Roy Hodgson was out, and Kenny Dalglish was in. He’d just turned 20 when went to Stamford Bridge to witness the King bring home Liverpool Football Club’s 16th league title. Mick from Belfast, not long touched down at John Lennon Airport, said it was good to finally have someone who embodies the club. He was 11-years-old when he cried himself to sleep after hearing on the radio Dalglish had left. Less than 24 hours after these interviews, some more took place in the Wetherspoons opposite Lime Street station.  But as my friends and I spoke of Kenny Dalglish, there were no cameras, microphones or media in front of us – just a plethora of pints and fry ups to steady the pre-match nerves. Like many other of the regular match-going groups, age in an irrelevancy to us. I’m 24-years-old now, but that’s the only age I could proclaim with confidence. Sometimes, I can’t remember if someone is 21 or 31; a pre-match pint tastes the same regardless. I suppose, being the journalist, it was inevitable I asked the question. No one else had bothered to ask us for the past day, anyway. “Can any of you actually remember Kenny?” I enquired. Shortly after, the sound of memory banks being dredged. Silence. Silence interrupted only for a thoughtful sip of a drink or the meticulous construction of a makeshift sausage and bean toastie. We had our answer. Some had never seen Kenny Dalglish on the pitch or the dugout; others vaguely remembered his last season as manager. It didn’t matter. The sip of that drink went down a little bit faster; the toastie’s construction was just that little bit more reckless. Kenny Dalglish was manager of Liverpool Football Club again, and his first game was at Old Trafford. It’s understandable no one really cared for the opinions of those who grew up with Dicks instead of Dalglish. We never witnessed Kenny using his backside as a shield between ball and defender, nor were we ever on the march to Wembley with Kenny’s army. But it feels like we were. It feels like we’ve already walked a million miles for one of his goals. It has nothing to do with YouTube videos or DVDs, either. All of our generation have been told a Kenny Dalglish anecdote or seven, and they’re much more vivid than any digitally remastered DVD. Whether it’s a father, grandfather, uncle or simply an elder acquaintance at the match, we’ve seen the glint in their eye as they reminisce of his ability as a player, manager and man. We’ve listened agog about our greatest ever player while internally preparing a counter-argument for the new generation - Steven Gerrard - being better. We’ll never win. It’s always been this way for the younger generation. We were on 18 league titles when I went to my first game at the age of 4. We’re still on 18. Our elders enjoyed Hansen, Rush and Barnes while we endured Hysen, Rizzo and Babb. We listened to stories of Rome, Paris and Wembley as we left Anfield having just watched Brondby send us tumbling out of the UEFA Cup 2nd round. But then Houllier let the reds out in Dortmund, and with it, stories for the new generation to tell. Four years later, we had Olympiakos, Chelsea, and most importantly, Istanbul. Barcelona, Real Madrid and Internazionale followed. We had our anecdotes to tell our sons; we had our glint in the eye. We had the era to define us. As we boarded the 10.22 Liverpool Lime Street to Manchester Oxford Road, I looked at some of those I shared breakfast with. I saw that glint in their eye. This was our Dalglish story; our moment to tell our children and our grandchildren. A walk through the train confirmed it. As the elder gentlemen sat with a look of elation, disbelief and recollection upon their faces, we hopped around the train as if we’d started the journey to our first game. Debates about what tactics Kenny would play, what he’d wear on the dugout and whether he’d give Ferguson a Glasgow kiss suffused the sound of Manchester, and Old Trafford, edging nearer. I’ve always thought the Theatre of Dreams was the most cringeworthy moniker in football, but I needed someone to pinch me as kick-off approached. Subconsciously, I engraved my surroundings into my long-term memory. I think the other 8,949 in our end were doing so too. Some, like me, were writing the first chapter of a new book; others were just re-opening one they shut 20 years ago. Then he walked out from the tunnel. Bedlam. Middle-aged men with steely gazes soldered before my eyes as a tear rolled down their cheek. They had waited 20 years to tell Dalglish thank you. Technically, we’d only waited the 24 hours since it was announced he was returning; in reality, we’d been waiting just as long as the older generation. But two months on, there is no longer a difference between old and young supporters; no longer is there a difference between old Kenny memories and the newer ones. The supporters are united on and off the pitch. The higher tempo, short passing and decorous, authoritative press conferences are all important things that Kenny has restored to the club in his short time back – but none of those are as important as restoring the values and beliefs that this football club and city is founded upon. Dalglish’s return at Old Trafford might have felt like our generation’s moment. Little did we know, it will be just one of the many for all of us. Last weekend’s result against Manchester United was probably the most enjoyable moment so far. 72 hours have passed since Suarez run riot and Dirk Kuyt’s five years of graft was finally given the reward it deserves, but the strains of Happy Birthday Kenny Dalglish can still be heard echoing around the empty Kop. Wishing Kenny a happy birthday was just one of the moments we’ve already been given since January – moments, we were told by several supposed football experts, we wouldn’t experience because he’d not managed in ten years; because the appointment was dripping with sentimentality. After league wins against Wolves, Fulham and Stoke, they told us to wait until Chelsea. After a 1-0 win there, they told us to wait until Manchester United – stormy waters awaited, apparently. It’s now the calm after the storm – and it makes the detractors’ silence even more deafening as the golden sky under Kenny Dalglish emerges on the horizon. Liverpool supporters have been repeatedly told about the necessity of ships being steadied over the past 8 months, but the ship was steady the moment Kenny Dalglish walked into the manager’s office once more. Now he’s navigating the Santa Clara, full steam ahead. Supporters both young and old will enjoy every moment of it together, and will be telling anyone who will listen for decades to come. Within 15 minutes of Kenny Dalglish’s return, North West reporters scurried around Anfield searching for soundbites. They had little work to do. Cameramen had already gravitated towards supporters who gathered on Walton Breck Road after hearing the news. Microphones moved independently from the wishes of the arms that held them, darting from one opinion to another like the needle on a Tom Hicks polygraph. John from Aigburth, a secondary school teacher, said it was a fantastic appointment. He was 16-years-old when he travelled without a penny in his pocket to see Kenny score the winner against Brugge at Wembley. Tommy from Bootle, a veteran cab driver, was doubly happy – Roy Hodgson was out, and Kenny Dalglish was in. He’d just turned 20 when went to Stamford Bridge to witness the King bring home Liverpool Football Club’s 16th league title. Mick from Belfast, not long touched down at John Lennon Airport, said it was good to finally have someone who embodies the club. He was 11-years-old when he cried himself to sleep after hearing on the radio Dalglish had left. Less than 24 hours after these interviews, some more took place in the Wetherspoons opposite Lime Street station.  But as my friends and I spoke of Kenny Dalglish, there were no cameras, microphones or media in front of us – just a plethora of pints and fry ups to steady the pre-match nerves. Like many other of the regular match-going groups, age in an irrelevancy to us. I’m 24-years-old now, but that’s the only age I could proclaim with confidence. Sometimes, I can’t remember if someone is 21 or 31; a pre-match pint tastes the same regardless. I suppose, being the journalist, it was inevitable I asked the question. No one else had bothered to ask us for the past day, anyway. “Can any of you actually remember Kenny?” I enquired. Shortly after, the sound of memory banks being dredged. Silence. Silence interrupted only for a thoughtful sip of a drink or the meticulous construction of a makeshift sausage and bean toastie. We had our answer. Some had never seen Kenny Dalglish on the pitch or the dugout; others vaguely remembered his last season as manager. It didn’t matter. The sip of that drink went down a little bit faster; the toastie’s construction was just that little bit more reckless. Kenny Dalglish was manager of Liverpool Football Club again, and his first game was at Old Trafford. It’s understandable no one really cared for the opinions of those who grew up with Dicks instead of Dalglish. We never witnessed Kenny using his backside as a shield between ball and defender, nor were we ever on the march to Wembley with Kenny’s army. But it feels like we were. It feels like we’ve already walked a million miles for one of his goals. It has nothing to do with YouTube videos or DVDs, either. All of our generation have been told a Kenny Dalglish anecdote or seven, and they’re much more vivid than any digitally remastered DVD. Whether it’s a father, grandfather, uncle or simply an elder acquaintance at the match, we’ve seen the glint in their eye as they reminisce of his ability as a player, manager and man. We’ve listened agog about our greatest ever player while internally preparing a counter-argument for the new generation - Steven Gerrard - being better. We’ll never win. It’s always been this way for the younger generation. We were on 18 league titles when I went to my first game at the age of 4. We’re still on 18. Our elders enjoyed Hansen, Rush and Barnes while we endured Hysen, Rizzo and Babb. We listened to stories of Rome, Paris and Wembley as we left Anfield having just watched Brondby send us tumbling out of the UEFA Cup 2nd round. But then Houllier let the reds out in Dortmund, and with it, stories for the new generation to tell. Four years later, we had Olympiakos, Chelsea, and most importantly, Istanbul. Barcelona, Real Madrid and Internazionale followed. We had our anecdotes to tell our sons; we had our glint in the eye. We had the era to define us. As we boarded the 10.22 Liverpool Lime Street to Manchester Oxford Road, I looked at some of those I shared breakfast with. I saw that glint in their eye. This was our Dalglish story; our moment to tell our children and our grandchildren. A walk through the train confirmed it. As the elder gentlemen sat with a look of elation, disbelief and recollection upon their faces, we hopped around the train as if we’d started the journey to our first game. Debates about what tactics Kenny would play, what he’d wear on the dugout and whether he’d give Ferguson a Glasgow kiss suffused the sound of Manchester, and Old Trafford, edging nearer. I’ve always thought the Theatre of Dreams was the most cringeworthy moniker in football, but I needed someone to pinch me as kick-off approached. Subconsciously, I engraved my surroundings into my long-term memory. I think the other 8,949 in our end were doing so too. Some, like me, were writing the first chapter of a new book; others were just re-opening one they shut 20 years ago. Then he walked out from the tunnel. Bedlam. Middle-aged men with steely gazes soldered before my eyes as a tear rolled down their cheek. They had waited 20 years to tell Dalglish thank you. Technically, we’d only waited the 24 hours since it was announced he was returning; in reality, we’d been waiting just as long as the older generation. But two months on, there is no longer a difference between old and young supporters; no longer is there a difference between old Kenny memories and the newer ones. The supporters are united on and off the pitch. The higher tempo, short passing and decorous, authoritative press conferences are all important things that Kenny has restored to the club in his short time back – but none of those are as important as restoring the values and beliefs that this football club and city is founded upon. Dalglish’s return at Old Trafford might have felt like our generation’s moment. Little did we know, it will be just one of the many for all of us. Last weekend’s result against Manchester United was probably the most enjoyable moment so far. 72 hours have passed since Suarez run riot and Dirk Kuyt’s five years of graft was finally given the reward it deserves, but the strains of Happy Birthday Kenny Dalglish can still be heard echoing around the empty Kop. Wishing Kenny a happy birthday was just one of the moments we’ve already been given since January – moments, we were told by several supposed football experts, we wouldn’t experience because he’d not managed in ten years; because the appointment was dripping with sentimentality. After league wins against Wolves, Fulham and Stoke, they told us to wait until Chelsea. After a 1-0 win there, they told us to wait until Manchester United – stormy waters awaited, apparently. It’s now the calm after the storm – and it makes the detractors’ silence even more deafening as the golden sky under Kenny Dalglish emerges on the horizon. Liverpool supporters have been repeatedly told about the necessity of ships being steadied over the past 8 months, but the ship was steady the moment Kenny Dalglish walked into the manager’s office once more. Now he’s navigating the Santa Clara, full steam ahead. Supporters both young and old will enjoy every moment of it together, and will be telling anyone who will listen for decades to come. Wed, 09 Mar 2011 15:37:26 GMT http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/_39Why-we39re-together-more-than-ever39/blog/3376412/173471.html KristianWalsh 2011-03-09T15:37:26Z The Kop Within 15 minutes of Kenny Dalglish’s return, North West reporters scurried around Anfield searching for soundbites. They had little work to do. Cameramen had already gravitated towards supporters who gathered on Walton Breck Road after hearing the news. Microphones moved independently from the wishes of the arms that held them, darting from one opinion to another like the needle on a Tom Hicks polygraph. John from Aigburth, a secondary school teacher, said it was a fantastic appointment. He was 16-years-old when he travelled without a penny in his pocket to see Kenny score the winner against Brugge at Wembley. Tommy from Bootle, a veteran cab driver, was doubly happy – Roy Hodgson was out, and Kenny Dalglish was in. He’d just turned 20 when went to Stamford Bridge to witness the King bring home Liverpool Football Club’s 16th league title. Mick from Belfast, not long touched down at John Lennon Airport, said it was good to finally have someone who embodies the club. He was 11-years-old when he cried himself to sleep after hearing on the radio Dalglish had left. Less than 24 hours after these interviews, some more took place in the Wetherspoons opposite Lime Street station.  But as my friends and I spoke of Kenny Dalglish, there were no cameras, microphones or media in front of us – just a plethora of pints and fry ups to steady the pre-match nerves. Like many other of the regular match-going groups, age in an irrelevancy to us. I’m 24-years-old now, but that’s the only age I could proclaim with confidence. Sometimes, I can’t remember if someone is 21 or 31; a pre-match pint tastes the same regardless. I suppose, being the journalist, it was inevitable I asked the question. No one else had bothered to ask us for the past day, anyway. “Can any of you actually remember Kenny?” I enquired. Shortly after, the sound of memory banks being dredged. Silence. Silence interrupted only for a thoughtful sip of a drink or the meticulous construction of a makeshift sausage and bean toastie. We had our answer. Some had never seen Kenny Dalglish on the pitch or the dugout; others vaguely remembered his last season as manager. It didn’t matter. The sip of that drink went down a little bit faster; the toastie’s construction was just that little bit more reckless. Kenny Dalglish was manager of Liverpool Football Club again, and his first game was at Old Trafford. It’s understandable no one really cared for the opinions of those who grew up with Dicks instead of Dalglish. We never witnessed Kenny using his backside as a shield between ball and defender, nor were we ever on the march to Wembley with Kenny’s army. But it feels like we were. It feels like we’ve already walked a million miles for one of his goals. It has nothing to do with YouTube videos or DVDs, either. All of our generation have been told a Kenny Dalglish anecdote or seven, and they’re much more vivid than any digitally remastered DVD. Whether it’s a father, grandfather, uncle or simply an elder acquaintance at the match, we’ve seen the glint in their eye as they reminisce of his ability as a player, manager and man. We’ve listened agog about our greatest ever player while internally preparing a counter-argument for the new generation - Steven Gerrard - being better. We’ll never win. It’s always been this way for the younger generation. We were on 18 league titles when I went to my first game at the age of 4. We’re still on 18. Our elders enjoyed Hansen, Rush and Barnes while we endured Hysen, Rizzo and Babb. We listened to stories of Rome, Paris and Wembley as we left Anfield having just watched Brondby send us tumbling out of the UEFA Cup 2nd round. But then Houllier let the reds out in Dortmund, and with it, stories for the new generation to tell. Four years later, we had Olympiakos, Chelsea, and most importantly, Istanbul. Barcelona, Real Madrid and Internazionale followed. We had our anecdotes to tell our sons; we had our glint in the eye. We had the era to define us. As we boarded the 10.22 Liverpool Lime Street to Manchester Oxford Road, I looked at some of those I shared breakfast with. I saw that glint in their eye. This was our Dalglish story; our moment to tell our children and our grandchildren. A walk through the train confirmed it. As the elder gentlemen sat with a look of elation, disbelief and recollection upon their faces, we hopped around the train as if we’d started the journey to our first game. Debates about what tactics Kenny would play, what he’d wear on the dugout and whether he’d give Ferguson a Glasgow kiss suffused the sound of Manchester, and Old Trafford, edging nearer. I’ve always thought the Theatre of Dreams was the most cringeworthy moniker in football, but I needed someone to pinch me as kick-off approached. Subconsciously, I engraved my surroundings into my long-term memory. I think the other 8,949 in our end were doing so too. Some, like me, were writing the first chapter of a new book; others were just re-opening one they shut 20 years ago. Then he walked out from the tunnel. Bedlam. Middle-aged men with steely gazes soldered before my eyes as a tear rolled down their cheek. They had waited 20 years to tell Dalglish thank you. Technically, we’d only waited the 24 hours since it was announced he was returning; in reality, we’d been waiting just as long as the older generation. But two months on, there is no longer a difference between old and young supporters; no longer is there a difference between old Kenny memories and the newer ones. The supporters are united on and off the pitch. The higher tempo, short passing and decorous, authoritative press conferences are all important things that Kenny has restored to the club in his short time back – but none of those are as important as restoring the values and beliefs that this football club and city is founded upon. Dalglish’s return at Old Trafford might have felt like our generation’s moment. Little did we know, it will be just one of the many for all of us. Last weekend’s result against Manchester United was probably the most enjoyable moment so far. 72 hours have passed since Suarez run riot and Dirk Kuyt’s five years of graft was finally given the reward it deserves, but the strains of Happy Birthday Kenny Dalglish can still be heard echoing around the empty Kop. Wishing Kenny a happy birthday was just one of the moments we’ve already been given since January – moments, we were told by several supposed football experts, we wouldn’t experience because he’d not managed in ten years; because the appointment was dripping with sentimentality. After league wins against Wolves, Fulham and Stoke, they told us to wait until Chelsea. After a 1-0 win there, they told us to wait until Manchester United – stormy waters awaited, apparently. It’s now the calm after the storm – and it makes the detractors’ silence even more deafening as the golden sky under Kenny Dalglish emerges on the horizon. Liverpool supporters have been repeatedly told about the necessity of ships being steadied over the past 8 months, but the ship was steady the moment Kenny Dalglish walked into the manager’s office once more. Now he’s navigating the Santa Clara, full steam ahead. Supporters both young and old will enjoy every moment of it together, and will be telling anyone who will listen for decades to come. nonadult false 'Why we're together more than ever' text blog 34605 29 4.75862 http://thekop.liverpoolfc.com/service/displayKickPlace.kickAction?u=30092030&as=173471 http://media.kickstatic.com/kickapps/images/173471/photos/PHOTO_13344537_173471_30092030_ap_160X120.jpg false 34 4 3376412 30092030 Gold 68955