Good morning Positives,
A sumptuous evening of entertainment last night from two of the three best attacking sides in the country last night. The perfect paradigm of the two half contest. Thrills, a couple of goalkeeping spills, a point apiece the only fair result. Yes, yes, yes I know three points would have been handy but what we got is what we deserved.
First, a word of praise for Klopp’s boys who in Firmino, Mane and Salah have a very talented strike. If they were given a sight of goal anywhere around the box they pulled the trigger. The bloody irony is that all the Liverpool goal’s we the result of either a deflection from an Arsenal boot or leg ( the first two) or Cech muffing a shot from outside the box the would deal with nineteen times out twenty.
Second, I read a few comments last nigh to the effect that AFC’s defending was woeful in the first half. Well perhaps, but during that 45 Liverpool’s movement and passing in our half was excellent in our half. Like a boxer trying to move up a weight we found ourselves pinned back and hanging on under the flurry of blows. On the intermittent occasions we managed to get the ball over he half way line nothing came of it. Mignolet snoozed. To go in at 0-1 was a relief to me, though apparently not for those AFC fans who see booing anyone in red shirt as constructive criticism.
To go two down on 52 minutes from a breakaway was a potential knock out but like any shock to the system it worked. Within seconds we reeled up from the canvas, swung in a speculative cross any our favourite Chilean rippled the onion bag. Like a balloon meeting an angry knitting needle suddenly the Scousers could not keep the ball, and in their turn staggered sideways and back as we finally roared.
Mesut, who had been quieter than a church mouse suddenly was everywhere. Xhaka hit a decent but saveable shot which Mignolet produced the most inept one handed effort to keep out. Even from 0-2 to 2-2 in three minutes.
Taking the lead through Mesut’s individual craft was, by that stage, entirely unexpected and for a few minutes afterwards Liverpool were dead and we could ( and probably should) have scored again. However, the goddess of football had other ideas and cast a spell on Cech who gifted Firmino the final equalizer. Is it me or is our keeper looking a little older of late ? We huffed for the final 20 but our game was run. Liverpool hoped to catch us on the break again but even they were running out of energy. Atkinson finally blew his whistle. I slumped exhausted to the carpet.
So finally to the mentions. Of our lads, Granit, Ainsley, Mesut, Jack and Alexis get upon Santa’s knee for a extra special extra present. You deserve it boys. To be fair I was satisfied with everyone last night.
So five clear days off before Palace. A few games today to keep an eye on.
Enjoy your Christmas and we shall meet later.