One sight that will remain with me for a while is the celebration of our 2nd goal. Torres, Voronin and the Tower of Babel together celebrating a neat move and a nice finish. There were no other Liverpool players that were playing last season there.

It was like I was watching a brand new team. Of mercenaries ? Or of new and dedicated Reds. Who knows, time will tell. But for the moment it reminded me that to footballers, the side they play on is all important. Not much else. Unless you’re Carra or a player who truly also loves their home club.

anyway, in true fashion, here’s my detailed match report.

We attacked like we were being paid handsomely to do so. We scored. They nearly did. We scored again. Sami got his nose broken, Jamie didn’t want to be left out, so got his rib broken and Momo broke his duck. 3 points - we should’ve got 3points anyway but still a relief frankly. The more we do this the more the expectation of ‘winning’ will appear and hopefully realised. The End.

well not quite..

We could’ve scored in the first 30seconds, but so could have they. We did score when Momo did what Riise ought to do and that’s keep the ball DOWN when shooting. Pleased for Momo, now destined the eternal subject of a pub trivia question “Who scored Liverpool’s 7000th League Goal”. Torres frightened the defence again. It reminds me of Owen’s first season where defences didn’t know how to play against him. Long may it stay that way.

Felt sorry for Sami - getting a good start and playing well, then that’s the Finnish nose finished.. Carra probably could do with a rest and I wish him a speedy recovery. Agger looked like he was still asleep, or playing the Irish still.. Otherwise Voronin (aka some 70’s rocker/that guy from Highlander no-one liked/Franics Rossi from Status Quo/ the 2nd henchman always to be killed in Lethal Weapon 31) and Torres had a good game for me and for once we nearly didn’t miss Stevie. Sometimes I wonder if Xabi grows in stature when he is the number 1 midfielder - his passing the crispest I’ve seen this season. Mind you, we were also rotten at times, giving the ball away like it was a ticket to a Roy Keane anger management course.

Pennant, true to his name, fluttered in the breeze - sometimes brilliant, sometimes like Lionel Richie. Hello ? keep it up son, you’re getting there.

Either way happy days from the North East. When we pick up points from that area, its a good season.

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