A VIEW FROM THE GALLOWGATE
MAYBE it was the combined euphoria of sneaking past Burnley and Leicester being struck with Covid problems that I was cautiously optimistic about Sunday’s game.
Right up until some wretched pundit said: “This could be a good time to play Leicester” then I knew the game was up before we started.
It is a rare occasion indeed when we take advantage of these matches, so in that respect the outcome was no great surprise.
You don’t unluckily lose 4-0 and gnashing our teeth about the dodgy penalty is a non starter.
It isn’t the first time that that sort of incident has occurred and is down to poor judgement of defenders, not the officials.
This doesn’t exactly inspire for the onerous December schedule remaining and unless we get our act together there isn’t a financial package we could offer anyone half decent to persuade them to sign in January, even for six months.
The only consolation, if consolation it be, is this is hardly breaking new ground for us so we are already conditioned for disappointment.
How nice it would be to wake up on a match day morning without my stomach churning and with a deep sense of foreboding?
In a glimmer of good news, the last vestiges of the off-field old regime have been dismantled with the removal of ‘those’ signage.
I don’t wish to go overboard and compare it with the fall of the Berlin Wall, no parts will appear on eBay for thousands of pounds, but as an act of symbolism it was good for the soul.
A wise old chap from ancient Greece, Socrates said: “The secret of change is to focus your energy, not on fighting the old but on building the new.”
He was so wise a Brazilian footballer, in the tradition of that nation, of having a nickname of a hero, used the name.
Maybe Fred at Manchester United likes saying “Yabbadabba-do” after the Flintstones sage?
Anyway, the point being that whatever the future, at least it will be with the intent of trying to be the best we can be not the most profitable.
One day we may even wake up on a match day looking forward to it.
Although I suspect it won’t be this week at Liverpool, even if we had Socrates the footballer.