After settling down on my couch to let the Besiktas loss sink in (and watch ‘Serenity’ on HBO… not half bad), I let my mind run. Where it went sort of suprised me.
Shockingly, I didn’t go for the doom & gloom. I didn’t rage against the inadequacies I’d just witnessed. I wasn’t even perturbed at Sami’s newfound love for putting us in a hole.
Instead, I just thought, “They can still do this. It’s not done. They’ve still got a shot.”
(How much of this is down to the influence of Joss Whedon, I don’t know)
As it turns out, I’m not the only one. Rafa on yet another European disappointment:
Obviously it is very difficult now for us to get through but I believe we still can. There are three games left and we must win all three, but we can do that.
We have to wait to see now what we must do, how the numbers add up. The fact that Porto drew with Marseille in the other group game was a help for us, it certainly improves our options.
A sober view from the manager. Glad to hear him not sugar-coating it. Then again, he did slide this in:
If we continue to play like we did in this match, with so much dominance, we have a chance.
Whaaaaat?
What he’s talking about is 26 shots, 11 corners and 64% of the possession. You would expect, looking at those numbers (especially compared to those of Besiktas), that Liverpool won.
Obviously they didn’t and for a multitude of reasons. Mostly, silly defending which leads to crap goals and an inability to put the ball in the back of the net when they desperately need to. Oh yea, keeping their wits about them, not breaking down and abandoning their style of play for desperate ploys, too.
Yet…
I hate to be the optimist, because I’m not the rah-rah/Paul Tomkins-type. But as unlikely as qualification to the knock-out stages seems, it really isn’t all that impossible.
No, seriously. I haven’t drank any Kool-Aid. Hear me out.



With a watershed match like the derby on this weekend’s horizon, it’s no surprise that a few injured players settled upon the Everton match as their target return date.
Word on the street is that Aston Villa’s Big Bad John Carew (whose injury status and general lack of goals this season has rendered him just ‘big’) is whispering sweet-nothings into the ear of his fellow countryman, John Arne Riise, in hopes of luring the ginger-haired left back/midfielder to join him at Villa Park.
After losing Agger and Alonso to cursed metatarsal injuries sustained on international duty, Fernando Torres is the latest Liverpool player to suffer serious damage while with his national side. El Nino pulled up out of training after “feeling a twinge in his right thigh” and is said to have a small muscle tear that would rule him out about ten days (which would include the Merseyside derby).
Toshack certainly isn’t afraid to speak his mind. I’m almost suprised he didn’t slide in a “I won La Liga at Real Madrid by playing my best men all the time”.
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