United we stand, United we stumble
. Remember when Liverpool fans, officials, in fact just about everyone was saying that Liverpool . And the rest of Europe was saying 'Hold on a minute, you're 5th in the league, you've been playing the , and you are seriously saying you might win the biggest tournament on the continent?' To coin a phrase ''
That was in the days before took over, in the days and , having succeeded and realised what a hotch-potch he'd inherited.
It still beggars belief that they beat Milan from three goals down, but overhauling Man U from will rank as a mightier achievement. I still don't think it'll happen, but after this there'll be so many it'll sound like a squeegee-salesman's convention.
I heard an Irish Liverpool fan on 606 on Sunday - I've not been so jealous since my school-mate George Hodgson got his T-shirt signed by and and - he'd had and watched , and get beat, then seen his lads . I mean I'd stop watching sport there and then if I was him. That's just perfection.
Rafa has got what he wants at Anfield now, save for a settled front two (the owners I mean). There's no more excuses and if it doesn't happen this year then you sense that, if they can avoid a , they should really make it happen in 2010. Benitez's whole mindset seems to have changed too. When they were . Now they're tonking really quite good sides, he's . Heady days indeed.
The greatest encouragement will come from United's performance - and . Ronaldo stropped and smarted like he was auditioning for the new flamenco musical 'El Tumblero Gellaro'. And Rooney clearly has even less time for 2-0 defeats . I'm not sure what's been more pathetic from Wayne just recently - the 'I hate Liverpool' remark or the way he tried to take out a defenceless corner-stick. Tim Cahill take note - it's not big or clever.
Riding to the rescue for United is . You can hear . In fact it'll be fascinating to see how many of these late season niggles become full-grown 'strains' for Saturday's friendly. It'll be ironic if Rio and Gerrard feel a bit the worse for wear but . I doubt Capello will be giving anyone a 'there, there' come the Wednesday night, mind.
Apart from, perhaps, . Even the most optimistic Boro supporter (which some wag described as an oxymoron and nearly had me swinging for him like a Geordie centre-back until he explained himself) . If you knocked the last ten minutes of each of our games this season and we'd have eleven more points. We'd be 11th, dammit. But that's just dreaming and all I'm having is nightmares. In last might's I kept seeing Rory Delap pelting my house with medicine balls.
Big Four fans can skip this paragraph but it is pretty bleak this facing the drop malarkey. It's like hanging off a precipice and having your fingertips forcibly removed, one by inevitable one, by some gurning billionaire with neither heart nor soul.
In fact the only cheery note in the Bell was the fact that and . McCartney had to take the long and winding road to the dressing-room, which reminded us that on 7 March, . I'm sure footy fans everywhere, outside of our boozer recognised this, but have you also realised that when Man City play Liverpool corner-kicks are often competed for by Agger and Richards? If Pompey go down they'll play Watford which will see the managers Rodgers and Hart up against each other. To really stretch a point, should Sheffield United get into Europe and play Roma we might even see Danny Underemp-Lloyd Webber up against Riise. Sadly there are no creative midfielders called Ulvaeus who might take on United's Anderson. And much scorn was poured on Tony Thompson's insistence that England played many games with Peters and Lee in the same first eleven. After someone mentioned that double-act Hoddle and Waddle sounded like a couple of footballers, it was decided to that we should drop it on the grounds that the whole pub was turning into Danny Baker.
Still it takes your mind off honest . Sigh.
I'm Derek Robson. People call me Robbo. Legend has it I was raised in the furnace and smog of Teesside. Some might say I took the hard road. I like to tell folk I had trials for Middlesbrough, for Hartlepool and for burglary (not guilty). I've always loved sport. My job is to say it as I see it - whether it's in the bar of the Blue Bell or on this blog. You won't find me calling a spade a soil-redistribution implement.
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