Premier League Match 29 - Southampton 1 Wolves 2

 

32 - the Number of Points we need from 9 games

If Saints have any realistic fear of being the worst Premier League team of all time, then they need to get to 12 points from the 9 that they are currently on.  Just the one more win and we will never have a better chance than today, against Wolves.  Of the seventeen teams in the Premier League that are ringfenced by PSR, Wolves are comfortably the worst, residing as they do in 17th place, ten points behind West Ham in 16th and five clear of the team occupying 18th, which of course is the last relegation place. After this game, we have Leicester to play away from home, which is winnable, but this is the game if we want to save our fans from the ignominy of supporting a team that is worse that one with Robbie Savage in it.

The other significant thing about this game is that if we lose it, then Wolves will be 17 points ahead of us and so automatic relegation will come around pretty quickly with that kind of gap and only nine games left after today. We all know it’s going to happen at some point, but it would be good to delay the inevitable as long as possible.

Or would it? Maybe once relegation is confirmed we can start planning in earnest for next season. Maybe we can get answers out of all of the players as to whether they want to be part of the rebuild in the Championship next season or whether they want to move on. I personally will never not find it strange that having been part of a shit Premier League campaign that has ended up with your team getting relegated, you feel you have the entitlement to be a Premier League player.  There is only really Aaron Ramsdale out of our squad who could legitimately make a case for himself.  Others will move on of course and I’d be very surprised if we have any of Aaron, KWP, THB or Tyler Dibling in our ranks at the start of next season. The rebuild is of course the remit of Johannes Spors, our new technical director, appointed around a month ago and he gave his first interview this week and came across as very confident in his own ability and made it abundantly clear that he would be in charge of all football related matters, including the appointment of managers and recruiting of players. As is always the case with these types of appointments, they always sound great before they have started and the merits or otherwise of the person in question can only be judged further down the line he did make it abundantly clear however that we almost expect to be promoted next season. Good start.

The future of Ivan Juric will be a talking point from now until either the end of the season or until he gets sacked. Personally, I find it hard to imagine him staying past the point of relegation being confirmed but you never know. Last week he picked a team that didn’t get battered at Anfield but this week is a different assignment because we have to win this game against Wolves, so playing without a striker is not really an option in my book playing with a striker would of course mean one less body in midfield which means the weaknesses of Will Smallbone, who will doubtless be selected, are more likely to be exposed.

Wolves chances of exposing anything in our defence have been weakened by the absence of Matheus Cunha, who is the only player raising their squad above the levels of the three crap teams who will ultimately get relegated. His ability has put him firmly in the bracket of someone who could play for a Champions League level club. His ability to lose his shit and get sent off has however put him in the bracket of being a complete fucking liability. His second red card of the season, earned a few weeks ago against Bournemouth, for a punch, a kick and then a head-butt at a Bournemouth player, means he won’t be bothering us this afternoon.  Wolves still have threats of course but these are severely diminished without the main man.

Wolves did look to be serious contenders for relegation earlier on in the season under Gary O’Neil, and in fact got their first win of the season against us, thanks in the main to two absolutely shambolic VAR decisions. Ryan Manning‘s goal was disallowed for an arbitrary 50-50 challenge which could’ve been given either way, after the decision on the pitch had gone in our favour.  We all know that a decision overturn doesn’t often happen and the on field decision usually carries a lot of weight, like it did half an hour later when two Wolves fouls in the buildup were not given before Cunha smashed one in the top corner from thirty yards. 

The fact that they are not in the relegation shake up is down to Cunha and their new manager bounce which they got when they sacked O’Neil and appointed Vitor Pereira. One of the first things that Pereira did when he joined was to strip Mario Lemina of the captaincy. You remember him, old #TonicLikeLemonade, who in his time at Saints was much more concerned with his social media than with actually putting any effort in. A horrific example of the modern footballer. #TonicLikeWarmPiss was an occasional hashtag I liked to use.

All eyes on the team news to see if Ivan perseveres with the back four that we had last week to reasonably decent effect at Liverpool… and of course he doesn’t. Wanker.  Looks like it’s a back five again and there’s no striker on the pitch. What’s the fucking point of this guy?  What’s the fucking point in turning up to watch this shit? And it will be shit, almost certainly, but the annoying thing about being a committed football fan is that there’s always just this off chance that it might work despite all logic screaming at you that it is not going to happen. For fuck‘s sake.  Smallbone is injured again and Bednarek hasn’t recovered from his concussion – maybe he’ll wake up thinking he’s Paolo Maldini.

It looks like Matty Fernandes is playing as a false nine and he drops into midfield to start the first move and ends up with the ball on the wing.  He plays it into Sugawara doing what he does best, which is attacking and he fires it over from the byline low, and Sulemana has a tap in but plays a fucking air shot, and so the ball bounces off his standing leg and goes away from the open goal, which is six yards in front of him.

Unperturbed Saints to keep attacking with Big Les driving into the penalty area before flicking it out to Sulemana on the left and his low cross into the box deflects out as far as Aribo who sends up a fucking balloon, high into the Northam.

Wolves have been crap so far, but they get a bit possession in our half for the first time with Doherty passing the ball out wide to Bellegarde, who under no pressure whatsoever from Manning, slings in across and Strand Larson is completely free ahead of the dozing ABK and flicks a header past Ramsdale who is wrong footed, and that’s 1-0 from their first visit into our half.  Hilarious.

The rest of the first half is wank.  There is no fight to get back in it and it highlights the glaringly fucking obvious problem of not having a striker on the pitch, as Fernandes comes deep to try and pick the ball up and then realises that he’s actually the farthest forward and so has to try and hang onto it until he inevitably loses it with neither Dibling nor Sulemana making a run to help him out.  Ivan waves his arms about but yet again, it’s fucking shit.

Having shown some promising attacking at the start of the half, Sugawara has to do some defending late on and he’s predictably shite, gazing up at the sky with no idea where anything is, whilst Ait-Nouri has seen where the ball has landed and goes forward before cracking a shot into the side netting.

Make Others Look Bad By Putting Effort In, Get Substituted

Half time in the latest Juric masterclass and let’s see what the inevitable halftime substitution is.  As the players come out there is the unmistakeable figure of Tall Paul waiting to come on, so Juric is basically admitting that he fucked it up with the original team selection yet again and now realises that we do actually need a striker on the pitch after all.  Unbelievably, the player he has chosen to take off is Fernandes, who has probably been the best of a rotten bunch in the first half and there is a very audible and prolonged “you don’t know what you’re doing“, raining down from the Northam. The second half starts, and Ramsdale pumps a ball up the middle towards Tall Paul, who doesn’t jump, and he’s beaten easily in the air. The ball is flicked on couple of passes and Strand Larson picks it up on the edge of the box and drills it through THB‘s legs and it flicks off him and goes right into the corner past Ramsdale. Once again, it’s so shit and yet another simple goal.  There are people still returning from the concourse after halftime and quite a few are just turning round and going straight downstairs again because having another pint of beer, having a piss or going home are all looking like more attractive options than watching this shit.

Having not covered himself in glory with the second Wolves goal, Tall Paul then gets involved where he should, and holds the ball up before flicking it away to Dibling on the right and the youngster seems to have come alive as he drives forward and puts a nicely weighted ball in front of Sugawara, who smashes it  and Sa is forced to make a decent save and tips it over the bar.  The comeback is on! In comes the corner from Manning and Tall Paul rises at the back post and heads it goalwards and a combination of Sa and the post keeps it out.  Two efforts on goal will probably make the end of season highlights DVD.

The Wolves central defenders had a free ride in the first half with no one pressing them and they still managed to look shit when they were knocking the ball around and they look even more shit when pressed, even when it’s the very slow Tall Paul press, lumbering around after them but the amiable giant gets a foot in which leads to Sulemana playing it through to Dibling, who takes on a couple of players on the edge of the box before his shot is blocked away for another corner. Manning swings in again and Dibling gets himself free about six yards out, but heading is not the strongest part of his game and it flies over the bar.

Archer is on for Sugawara, because what we need on the pitch is a player who really doesn’t give a shit.  After passing up these opportunities it was obvious that Wolves would get another one and they do as Les tries to play a ball into Archer who really does not look interested in the slightest and as a result, a defender walks in front of him and takes the ball. Wolves build down the left and Gomes ends up with a free shot from the edge of the box which he places wide.

With KWP now switched to the left, he picks up the ball and sets off on a diagonal run across the box and thinks about shooting abouthe same number of times he’s thought about signing a contract extension and true to form, he doesn’t do it and eventually loses the ball which allows Wolves to break quickly and that’s far too quick for Joe Aribo, who is towing not only a caravan, but also a full sized trailer and an articulated lorry.  Luckily for us, they make a complete bollocks of it and Sarabia tries to go round Ramsdale and that’s never happening and we get away with it.

Twenty to go and Tall Paul tries again, holding the ball up and spinning it out to Dibling on the right hand side and he attacks the box, hits it with his left foot and it flies past Sa and bounces out off the post and there is Tall Paul to run in the rebound.  That happens in the first half and we have no striker following in.

So what of the last twenty.  We do fuck all in the first ten as all the Wolves players simultaneously get cramp and go down. Isn’t that strange?  Downes comes on for Les and Gronbaek for Sulemana.  It’s amazing that Sulemana doesn’t fall on his arse as he walks off as that’s been more or less his total contribution today.  Downes adds some energy and Gronbaek adds some lightweight not touching the ball, and we’ve time for one more tactical masterstroke on 92 with Aribo coming off for Jack Stephens.  More abuse from the Northam as a defender comes on but what the fuck, he’s going up front.  Full time and Wolves celebrate like they’ve just stayed up. As if you were ever going to go down anyway lads, for fuck‘s sake.

Despite some spirit being shown in parts of the second half, overall, that was fucking dogshit again. A diabolical starting XI with no striker, and an admission at a half-time with a substitution that tells that he got it completely wrong again. Taking off our best and hardest working midfield player and putting on an actual striker was a classic, and totally deserving of the “you don’t know what you’re doing” raining down from the crowd. Fernandes was playing as the furthest forward of our midfield players so in taking him off, Juric was kind of hinting that Fernandes was the problem, which he clearly fucking wasn’t.  Playing a false 9 with no one running ahead of the ball was the problem, so blame the wingers or blame yourself.  The whole idea of a false 9 is to draw the centre backs out to deal with him but the Wolves defenders just stayed where they were as there was no point in following Fernandes into our half as he had no one to pass it forward to.

One more Defender Next Week I Feel

So let’s talk about the first half, which was for 4-6-0 in possession and 5-5-0 out of possession. All this against a team that is 17th in the League and quite frankly, shit. This Wolves team would not be staying up in any season in the past 20 years, apart from the last two. So, having set up like we were playing Real Madrid, we knocked the ball around a bit and looked relatively sharp on the ball and the first time Wolves got the ball, they scored when two crosses came in under no pressure whatsoever and from the second of those, Strand Larson had a free head because ABK had dozed off. For the rest of the first half we predictably did nothing and it was absolutely fucking dreadful and then the second goal straight away killed the game.

The half-time change saw Tall Paul came on and even having a striker on the pitch as limited as him, makes the team look a lot better because the central defenders are occupied and at least we have someone to play the ball forward to. Who would’ve thought it. Our goal came from Paul picking up the ball spreading it wide and then following in the shot which bounced back to him off a post.  Three goals he has this season, two of them from following in shots.  A striker with a striker’s instinct is a good idea.  It was a bit like the interesting development in the last ten minutes as well, when Flynn Downs came on and all of a sudden we had someone who could run in midfield and looked like something resembling a functioning team again. Who would’ve thought it?

If the final substitution of Ivan Juric’s Saints career is to bring Jack Stephens on up front then that would be a fitting epitaph. He really didn’t look overly impressed with being asked to chase hopeful long balls, pumped forward for a few minutes at the end.

I want Juric gone now. We are now 17 points behind Wolves with nine games left so it’s all over by the shouting so there is absolutely no point in Juric still being here. The bloke is absolutely fucking clueless, never seems to learn and there is just no point in him sticking out the place a moment longer.  Two and a half weeks until the next game – get it done.  The language being used around the club has changed with regards to the relegation “battle” that we are in.  Spors said during the week that he was purely talking about playing in the Championship and in his post-match interview today, Juric categorically said that we will be relegated. No shit Sherlock.

Once again there were some half decent performances out of there by some players with Dibling (second half) and THB probably being the standouts. Sugawara actually wasn’t that bad either but it’s all relative.   There was some awful shite as well with Joe Aribo being particularly off the pace and Kamaldeen Sulemana doing a passable impression of someone playing in a pair of roller skates.  It apparently was Aribo’s 100^th game for Saints today and in some ways that’s an achievement but in others it’s symbolic of how far we’ve fallen.  In recent times in the Premier League we’ve had James Ward-Prowse, Oriol Romeu, Romeo Lavia and Pierre Hojbjerg in Aribo’s position and they are light years ahead of him.  Go back further and you find Steven Davis, Victor Wanyama, Morgan Schneiderlin and even the like of Jordy Clasie.  It shows how far we’ve plummeted. 

It's a gloriously long two weeks and three days before the next game, which is Palace at home.  With it being a home game it certainly promises to be a toxic one in the ground unless there is someone else in charge by then, as opposed to Mr Five-Five-Zero but when have Sports Republic ever done the obvious thing.

Up the Fucking Johannes Spors Saints Rebuild..

Premier League Match 28 - Liverpool 3 Southampton 1

 

Just for a Moment, We Were Better than PSG

I don’t often watch much football if Saints are not involved, but earlier on this week I made an exception and watched PSG versus Liverpool in the Champions League. Research, I thought, into what we would be facing at the weekend. What I saw was PSG having about thirty shots and Liverpool‘s goalkeeper Alisson Becker, saving everything. Truth be told, Liverpool got absolutely battered in this game but they still managed to win which is a bit of a contrast to us this season, where we get absolutely battered every game and it is completely reflected on the scoreboard at the end of the game.

It was thought going into this season, that Liverpool might struggle to maintain the levels achieved under Jurgen Klopp, but Arne Slot has come in and basically made the team better and they will win the league by a long way.  A settled sent back pairing of van Dijk and Konate has definitely helped and the likes of Joe Gomez and Jarrell Quansah are now bench fillers whereas last year they were playing quite a lot. The midfield is usually three out of Dominik Szoboszlai, Alexis Mac Allister, Ryan Gravenberch and Curtis Jones  and you also have Harvey Elliott, who got the winning goal against PSG, kicking around as well. Up front, there’s a ridiculous selection to be had from Mo Salah, Cody Gakpo, Diogo Jota, Luis Diaz, Federico Chiesa and shit Andy Carroll himself, Darwin Núñez.  Even if they go with some of their fringe first team players like Elliott, Chiesa and Núñez, you know they are going to be just a little bit too good for us to deal with. 

You could argue that with regards to winning the league, they’ve been helped in that by the likes of Manchester City having a relatively poor season but Liverpool have been relentless and totally deserve to be where they are.  They are a perfectly balanced team with the right players in every position and even though there is a chance that big hitters like Trent Alexander Arnold, Virgil van Dijk and Mo Salah, may not be there next season - none of that is going to help us this afternoon, nor is the fact that they have the second leg against PSG in a few days time.  Even if they rest players today, the thought of the Juric defensive man marking system up against these guys at Anfield is fucking terrifying.

If Ivan has a mind to, Saints should be able to put a better team out on the pitch than they have done in the last few weeks. In addition to Aaron Ramsdale, there is an opportunity for Ivan, should he wish to take it, to pick three actual central defenders, namely THB, Bednarek and ABK, as all three are fit and available. There should be no need for Joe Aribo in defence, nor for James Bree anywhere near the pitch.  Ivan could, if he wanted to think straight, have KWP and Wellington as the wingbacks on the correct sides, for some natural width and balance. Ivan also could, if he actually thought about it, have a midfield which actually has some steel in it, as long as Flynn Downes and Lesley Ugochukwu are both starting.  Three out of Mateus Fernandes, Tyler Dibling, Kamaldeen Sulemana and Tall Paul could make up the front line if Ivan deems that to be the best option available. I’m not saying for a second that this lineup would be capable of getting a result, but it would have a better chance.

There has been a lot of noise this week about Ivan Juric not being here next season. The man has been linked with the job is Danny Röhl from Sheffield Wednesday.  On the one hand, these links make a lot of sense because Juric has been shite and Röhl has a connection with us from the past and also has a connection with Johannes Spors, our new technical director who will be choosing the next manager you would’ve thought.  It is also well known that we approached Sheffield Wednesday when Russell Martin got sacked so there is obviously an interest there, even though that happened before Spors was appointed.  For me, none of this is exactly shocking news and it is all pretty likely to happen but on the other hand, it was reported in The Sun.  If you’re going down the road of thinking this is made up though, then ask yourself why would anyone bother to make it up. No one outside of Southampton, cares about Southampton so a story like this is hardly going to be written to drive clicks or newspaper purchases.  It does mean that Juric is going to spend every press conference talking about the possibility of him losing his job but that’s part of the territory when you’ve only won one game in nine and your team is likely to be relegated pretty soon, and also when you’ve lost your last three games, by a combined score of 11-1.

Team news and changes ahoy and it looks like it has to be a back four with KPW, THB, Bednarek and Manning.  The other six names are all midfielders and wingers so no centre forward.  Ah, interesting.  Grönbæk is playing which is weird, considering he’s not been given a minute of any consequence in recent games.  The hoped for Liverpool Reserves has not really materialized.  Tsimikas and Núñez being the only two who don’t often start games.

Away we go and Saints were set up with a back four and a compact four in midfield in front of them. The two farthest forward are Fernande and Grönbæk and they’re not very far forward to all, so out of possession it’s a 4-6-0 and in possession it’s much the same.  Liverpool start knocking the ball about and work the ball over from the left and despite all our compact shape, Curtis Jones still has a free shot from within the penalty area which he pulls wide of the post.

A harmless ball gets played down our left and Bednarek and Manning both go for it with no calling whatsoever and clatter into each other. Bednarek has clearly come off the worst and after a lengthy stoppage, is off to be replaced by ABK.  The stoppage seems to throw Liverpool off a bit and a long punt forward by Ramsdale is chased by Sulemana and Trent shins it off a corner.  In it comes from Smallbone, met by THB and straight at Alisson.  The excitement is that we have actually had an effort on goal.  When Saints get on the ball in midfield, we actually look quite decent and work the ball out to Sulemana against Trent and another corner.  This time it’s headed clear and teed up by Grønbæk for Fernandes to have an effort from 25 yards, which is decent and once again is straight at Alison.

It’s clearly obvious that Ramsdale is going to have to have a great game today and he starts off well, throwing himself at Trent’s feet as he burrows his way into the six yard box. Liverpool create a few chances but nothing clear cut and Núñez heads over because that’s what he does.  He’s not great again a few minutes later when he has time on the edge of the box to turn and hit it, but Ramsdale falls on it easily.

We are still playing some good stuff when we go forward and Dibling awakens from the nap he’s been having for the past three games and finds Fernandes, before Matty puts a great cross curling in between defender and goalkeeper, into an area where we could really do with having a striker, but instead of that, we’ve got all 5 foot 9 of Grønbæk, who can’t get his head to it.

Manning takes a throw on the left and sends Smallbone off towards goal and he has not been tracked by the dozing Liverpool defenders. Van Dijk tries to shield it back to Alisson but two of the world’s best players make an almighty bollocks of it and run into each other, with Fernandes trying to disrupt. Anyway, the ball bounces out to Smallbone who has no route to pass it to anybody or to shoot, but he unlocks Blad Genius Mode and goes through Alisson’s legs and into the unguarded net. Fuck me ragged, we are winning.  PSG 0 Southampton 1.  Get in.

Saints have a spring in the step as the game restarts and KWP brings the ball away down the right, taking it past Darwin Núñez, who just takes a big kick at him and catches him somewhere around the knee. KWP reacts and there’s a little bit of handbags and referee Lewis Smith brandishes the yellow card at the complete fucking idiot. Why isn’t that a red? Oh, hang on a minute, we are off to VAR.

Hi Lewis, it’s Matt at Stockleigh Park
Hi Matt, how you doing?
Shitting myself mate… only done three Prem Games before
Me too mate, this is my seventh
I’ve been fast-tracked by Howard
So have I mate, because all the experienced refs are shit
Anyway, we have a potential red card for Núñez
Why?
Because it’s deliberate and he’s just booted him high, nowhere near the ball
Don’t do this to me Matt…
OK, calm down, what’s the problem….?
It’s 60,000 plastic Scousers at Anfield and Slot blamed a ref for costing them the league last week.  It’s only my seventh game.
Do you want to have a look at it on the screen?
No… just clear it please
Ok mate, no worries.

Nothing to See Here

Half time and 15 minutes of relative ecstasy despite a standard refereeing/VAR nonsense at Anfield.  We are so fucking back, baby!!!  I’m sure that Liverpool and Slot will respect the irresistible force that they are up against today and just accept defeat… or maybe not. As the teams come out for the second half, it’s pretty obvious that Slot was not very impressed with Liverpool‘s first half and Tsimikas, Jones and Szoboszlai are replaced with Robertson Mac Allister and Elliott. They are so shit scared of the mighty Southampton that they have to bring on their Argentinian World Cup winner.

Liverpool start the second half with ridiculous intensity and our first touch of the ball is to deflect it away from a corner. In it comes, missed by everybody and knocked back to Elliott who drives in an angled shots through a crowd of players and Ramsdale reacts ridiculously to push it around the post.

It’s just the start though with Liverpool seemingly intent on getting the ball out to Luis Diaz on the left at every opportunity. He gets his head down and takes on KWP on the outside beats him and lays it back from the goal line and Darwin fucking Núñez beats ABK to the cross and knocks it into the net first time. There you go. Wanker.  Shouldn’t even be on the pitch.

Liverpool continue to put us on a ridiculous amount of pressure and Diaz is determined to make a difference and blasts in another shot which Ramsdale manages to beat away. The ball goes pinging about our penalty area, no one takes command and drops down towards the penalty spot and Núñez collapses to the ground under pressure from Smallbone and the referee points to the fucking spot on the combined appeal of the crowd, as well as van Dijk and Mac Allister who are standing right next to him. Soft as fuck. We are off to VAR again and this will be utterly pointless. Saints players or surrounding the referee, whilst Núñez writhes on the ground like he has actually been fouled. Cheating bastard.

Hi Lewis, Stockleigh Park Creche Here Again
Clear foul isn’t it mate?
Yeah, renowned hardman Smallbone has absolutely ploughed through the back of him there
That’s what I thought. Hard-man assassin.  He’s Irish, like Roy Keane
Do you want to look at the screen?
No mate, what good can come of that?  I’m shaking Matty…
Why’s that?
Virgil shouted at me.  Gonna ask for his shirt later.

Mo Salah with the penalty after the pointless VAR review.  Up he steps and bang, Ramsdale goes the right way but it has ripped past him into the top corner. Great pen to be fair but fuck off.

Hard Man Big No 9, Folds Under Pressure from Hatchet Man Smallbone

In order to stem the tide, Ivan goes to the bench and brings on Sugawara and Archer in place of Dibling and Grönbæk.  KWP has been pushed forward on the right.  Saints do get a little bit of momentum again and Smallbone plays Archer away down the right wing and this will probably offside eventually, but he bears down on the Liverpool goal from an angle and hammers in a shot that Alison has to beat away.

Another Liverpool attack is incoming though and some pretty shaky defending by Smallbone and ABK allows Diaz to pick up the ball on the left and cross it back into the middle, but he’s made the mistake of putting it on Salah’s right foot and he slices it wide from 8 yards out. He only scores penalties and gifts against us.

Twenty to go and Smallbone is replaced by Lallana who gets a decent welcome from the Liverpool fans who used to watch him on the bench and in videos from the treatment room. Part of the reason that Salah has been acquired is the performance of Ryan Manning and he is given some time off with ten to go as he and Big Les are replaced with Joe Aribo and Tall Paul. We actually have two strikers on the pitch.

Before our new strike force can set about rescuing the game, we have to deal with a big long diagonal ball from right to left and it’s Sugawara against Diaz and Sugawara has himself in the correct position and then shits himself as he always does when he’s trying to defend and sticks an elbow out to keep the ball away from Diaz before absolutely losing his head and knocking it past Ramsdale out towards the penalty spot, meaning THB has to slam into a tackle to clear the ball for throw. We are off to VAR again and this is absolutely pointless because there’s no way this is not gonna be given us a penalty.

Hi Lewis – easy one for you
I didn’t give this one, was too far away
No matter – that’s what I’m here for – gonna send you to the screen as it’ll be good experience for you
I will stride across like Howard taught me… ah yes, thrown his arm at the ball… ha ha
Hilarious isn’t it?
Yes mate, proper shit, deserved penalty for being shit.

Salah again and he smashes it into the opposite top corner this time so it’s two penalties today to cover up the fact that he hasn’t had particularly good game whereas at St Mary’s, he had a penalty, also given away by Sugawara handball and the gift from McCarthy going walkabout. For fuck‘s sake.

Saints are still showing great spirit to go about trying to get another goal and Lallana and Sulemana get the ball out to KWP on the left and as he goes into the penalty area he’s clearly held back by Quansah and we appeal for a penalty but there’s absolutely no fucking point And we don’t get a free kick either because the referee has decided not to give anything. Quansah is of course a centre back it right back and this gives Sulemana all the encouragement he needs to absolutely piss past him and fire over a brilliant cross but despite having two strikers on the pitch, neither of them gamble to connect with the ball that flies across the 6 yard line.  The end.

Well, the first thing to do is to say well done to the boys for getting out of Anfield without getting humiliated. Like the games away against Arsenal and Manchester City from earlier on this season, when we knew we’re going to be up against it from the first minute to the last, we applied ourselves pretty well.  Ultimately though, none of that can totally make up for the difference in class over 95 minutes.  For the first half in particular we were excellent today as the team stayed compact and frustrated Liverpool which ultimately meant us taking the lead, but the key moment was the non-sending off of Darwin Núñez., which the referee absolutely bottled.  I note with interest that he didn’t get sent to the monitor to review that one, like he did with the second penalty.  So, not only did Liverpool have eleven men for the second half, it was of course Núñez who scored the equaliser and it was him that got hatcheted down for the penalty. If you want to argue about whether he should’ve been sent off or not, then imagine if that had been Ryan Manning aiming a massive kick at Mo Salah.   What do you think the decision would’ve been?

Runs 60 Yards to Do This to Away Fans of Team With 9 Points.  Twat.

So having scored the equaliser, Núñez then collapses like a motherfucker under pressure from renowned hard man Will Smallbone, who barely touches him but down goes the shitbag, feigning injury after crumbling in on himself.  It’s fucking embarrassing but the young referee Lewis Smith, completely played to the crowd and points to the spot and of course, VAR isn’t going to overturn it because there is the slightest contact? There’s no forward motion from Smallbone, but Núñez just brushes against him and collapses. Same as it’s always been at Anfield both before and after VAR.

Lewis Smith Shites His Pants

Liverpool upped their game in the second half with Arne Slot having made his displeasure at their first half performance abundantly clear with making three substitutions at halftime.   We basically didn’t get a kick in the second half until we had gone past the ninety-minute stage and then we had a couple of moments. The third goal was down to a substitution that we had made where Sugawara was entrusted to play right back in a back four and in his usual manner, he totally lost all composure when put under pressure and gave away a stupid handball to gift Liverpool their third.  Playing Sugawara behind KWP during that period of the game was a balls by Juric but overall he got his tactics right today. I’ll admit I couldn’t understand the logic of the 4-6-0 formation that we played but it did the job in that first half, especially.  We got penned in when Liverpool upped the pace however. 

A number of players had decent games today with Ryan Manning being an excellent in the first half against Salah, and there were committed displays from KWP, THB and ABK, in front of the ever-impressive Ramsdale. The much maligned, often by me, Will Smallbone had an excellent first half as well, crowned by the goal. The reason he had a good game was because the rest of the team was set up in such a way that it masked his deficiencies because he didn’t get caught in open space with no players around him it’s almost as if the team was set up to get the best out of the players that we have.  Too little too late but that was decent.

It was a slightly better day for the manager today. Our two false strikers, Grønbæk and Fernandes both had good moments and both worked hard to keep the team compact but ultimately, we still let in three goals even though only one of them was from open play. I severely question whether you can play this formation in a home game but I suspect that is what Ivan is going to try next.  We of course played with a back for today and didn’t do the man for man marking thing which has been an unmitigated disaster. I guess we’ll never know but I wonder if Juric decided to abandon it himself and change the shape or was it under pressure from the players who must have been thinking after the Chelsea game, that the Juric method of defending is absolute shit.  It’s amazing how your back line can look more structured if your players aren’t following their man all over the pitch.

Just the ten games left now and focus shifts onto what will be the mathematical relegation game. Lose at home to Wolves next week and we will be most of the way there.  We have to put all our eggs in the basket of beating Wolves though, or else Derby‘s record is still going to be a problem.  Can Juric pick a team to go out and win a game.  Tune in next week.