If ever anyone needed absolute and total proof that there is no God, yesterday’s match at Anfield has surely put that matter to bed. To be honest, I’d been having serious doubts after last Sunday’s 6-1 drubbing at Newcastle. Because that seemed the lowest low point we’ve reached… for weeks. Then ‘the miracle of White Hart Lane’ occurred when, having gone 2-nil down to Manchester United on Thursday night, we valiantly fought back for a 2-all draw. A whole point. But it felt like 6. Because… because they all do, being rare and seemingly unavailable to us.

So the stage was set. Anfield. Where we always win, on every 14th leap year. What could possibly go wrong?

We didn’t get off to the best possible start. Conceding 3 goals in 15 minutes is never really to your own advantage. But heh, its only numbers. And then Harry scored his now-weekly, token gesture goal. The one you get for just turning up and getting thrashed.

But then something happened in the second half. I think, rather than Spurs ‘improving’ in any meaningful way, Liverpool just got worse, in a very meaningful way. We were hitting the woodwork with a regularity normally only seen at a carpentry convention. But then our Son managed to miss the woodwork entirely and score what was a quite beautiful goal. 3-2 then. Bit more respectable? Everything to play for?

But play they did and late on, but like, really late, past going home time, Richarlison, scored another beautiful goal. This one was beautiful only for its significance, not for any aesthetic qualities. Yet they all fucking count! And it did count. We had done the impossible and come back from 3-0 down to 3-all and could be genuinely proud of ourselves.

But pride precedes a fall. And we fell. Boy, did we fell. 90 seconds after our goal, in the 95th minute of the match, Lucas Mora simply gave the ball to Diogo Jota. Who did what Jotas do in such circumstances and hit it in the net.

Whether Jota should have even been on the pitch after kicking Ollie Skip in the head causing much blood, is an interesting question. If he had been sent off, Mora’s pass might have gone to a Spurs player. Maybe. But should Skip have been sent off himself for an earlier terrible mis-tackle? In which case his head wouldn’t have been there when Jota kicked.

Its such a complex game, its giving me a headache, as well the now thrice-weekly dose of nausea.

Happy Monday? After that???

A xxxx