Anfield Asylum
Warning: What you read in this article may shock and appall you, not because of it’s content, more it’s context. I know not what I should write about, just that I should write.
So as I lie here on my bed, watching yet another captivating episode of Rome, my thoughts turn to Liverpool. What has become of this once great club? What does that sentence even mean? I feel like there is a harrowing sense of arrogance around Anfield, that is slowly being emancipated. Not by choice on our part, but the hand that guides the club drives a steady wedge between us and the institution that is Liverpool FC.
I’ve been thinking though, how bad is it? How bad can it get? What’s happening now is unfortunate, the club has obviously been put into the wrong hands, and lets face it, it has been in the wrong hands for the last 20 years.
One thing that I have learned in my time following the game is that nothing happens quickly in football, except a few sparse Eastern miracles. Liverpool have been on a descending curve for two decades, I fear that under Rafa we are merely in our last death throws.
In the death throws of a dying animal, it can appear vicious and full of fight. I feel that at Liverpool, this wave of expectation and hope that has engulfed the club in the last 5 years is merely a mirage to the depressing fact that lurks behind; we are a dying animal, and the misplaced optimism that surrounds us is our final lunges at victory.
Of course, I hope I am wrong, I am only venting my fears in the form of hammered keys on a laptop, there is no practical solution to the problem that I can offer, you see! There is a big summer coming up, with investment looming on the horizon. There are too many unknowns however, it is impossible to forecast what may happen.
I don’t know whether I’ve just reached terminal optimism and I’m somehow seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, but I’m seeing this current era at Liverpool as somewhat of a purging of all that is wrong. It is widely accepted that what is off the field cannot get any worse, something has to give and it’s ready to give soon by all accounts.
Once Hicks & Gillett relinquish control, we can only hope that the new ‘benefactors’ (which would be a more appropriate name) are determined not to operate under the threat of a financial guillotine, but to move freely in a debt free enterprise.
I have practically written this season off, 4th place I hope for but a Europa League triumph would be only a bonus. The real match will be in the boardroom, and my anxiety regarding the outcome helps me understand what kind of anxiety Barrack Obama was feeling on his inauguration. Oh well, viva la revolution!
This summer, if rumours are to be believed, could be the biggest in the clubs history. I’ve heard many exaggerations about big summers regarding on the field issues, but these problems are much bigger than ‘who should play right wing’. Everytime I hear a tedious debate about a Rafa team selection I feel like I’m lowering myself away from the real issues and into a schoolyard scrap.
It is unfortunate that the game that stirs so many souls has turned into a ruthless business, but that is the nature of the beast and we must learn to accept it’s temperament. We of course have the power to influence things, but the sad reality is that we cannot organise ourselves in such a way to affect the destiny of the club at the moment. Maybe one day in the future we could unite into a Liverpool Republic FC, were a senate decides everything and all men are equal; That worked out okay for the Romans... right?