|A harrowing tale of unremitting tedium
|Posted on Sunday, January 18, 2004 - 01:04 pm: |
[Warning: this may not mean much to many readers; contains parochial round-ball game content]
It's not much fun being a Liverpool supporter these days, it really isn't.
Still, the one consolation is that no-one can accuse you of being a gloryhunter any more. Nope, that'll be reserved for Charlton fans now.
Two seasons ago we finished second in the league, having won a treble the season before. Now all the talk is can we fight it out for fourth place, fighting for scraps with Newcastle and Charlton and Fulham. And on recent performances - the win at Chelsea seeming like the exception, rather than the rule - we'll be lucky to get that.
What's more depressing that the poor, aimless, punting performances is the lack of passion and spirit that many of the players have. It's even more noticeable with Stevie Gerrard not there. It may be simplistic, but I am a hardliner on this one - if you look like you aren't proud of the shirt, you don't play for the club. We're the greatest club in the history of the game in the UK. The players should play as if they are trying to live up to that. And too many of them don't.
Can't see Houllier being there at the end of the season. Question is, who will be. And what happens next.