A Year on the Liverpool Offside: Bigger Than Any One Player

By: Noel | December 23rd, 2011
   
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There was hope. Hope in Dalglish’s return. Hope in Suarez’ arrival. Hope in the introduction of a more pleasing brand of football. And then, in a moment, it seemed to have all been ripped away.

People talked about the club being bigger than any one player, and they rationalised that things would be alright given that that particular player hadn’t really made much of a contribution to any kind of success over the previous eighteen months. But when it came right down to it, those were intellectual arguments; created justifications for why everyone shouldn’t feel quite how they did.

The reality was far more emotional. And in that emotional reality, it was hard not to feel deflated by what seemed the cruel defection of a player the fans had come to see as being inextricably linked to the club they cared about. And then, two days after Fernando Torres left the club on a chaotic final day of the January transfer window, Luis Suarez scored on his debut, coming off the bench to put the second goal of the night past Stoke’s Asmir Begovic and securing Liverpool’s victory.

If it was hard not to be left emotionally drained by the more disappointing developments of the previous week, then that goal and the subsequent victory was just the kind of instant pick-me-up the fans needed, and while Suarez was providing excitement on the pitch from his first touch, Kenny Dalglish and Steve Clarke were also doing their best to make supporters forget the recent struggles the club had gone through. After months of Roy Hodgson’s stuffy, inflexible tactics, against Stoke Liverpool lined up in a fluid 3-6-1 formation designed to counter Stoke’s aerial threat any time they managed a spell of possession. While Suarez entertained, this unusual formation spoke to Liverpool’s returned manager and his assistant being at the forefront of tactical invention, putting to rest the nagging doubts a mock-concerned press had installed about Kenny Dalglish perhaps being stuck behind the times, a relic from an earlier age.

Still, for however good victory over Stoke on a cold Wednesday night in January felt, it was hardly a time for celebrations and moving on from the past. How could it be, with a visit to Stamford Bridge coming up on the following Sunday? A match against the side Liverpool seemed to battle against every season in the Champions League—until Liverpool missed qualifying for the Champions League a year after dropping out from the group stages. A match against a side Liverpool had seen as a direct competitor for domestic glory—until the nearly there of the 2008-09 season was followed by a sharp decline and loss of contact with the Premier League’s contenders. A match against a side Liverpool liked to think of as equals on the pitch and historically inferior—until Chelsea went and poached arguably the club’s best player six days earlier.

Stoke had felt good, but any joy that followed took on a distinctly nervous air as the match against Chelsea approached, and with it the promise of either triumphing over recent adversity or falling prey to it.

With Daniel Agger planting his elbow on Torres’ jaw in the early going, Lucas putting in one of his best performances in a Liverpool shirt, and Raul Meireles knocking home a cross with his left foot 69 minutes in, it ended up a cathartic triumph for the men in red—not to mention another tactical master-class from the coaches as the three centre half formation on display against Stoke earlier in the week was tweaked to include a four-man diamond in central midfield that completely nullified Chelsea’s central threat.

The high that followed the close of the transfer window wouldn’t be sustained, with uninspiring performances against mid-table sides and a return to the doldrums of Thursday nights in the Europa League soon to follow. But in the moment, given all that had come before, it most certainly felt good to be able to puff up one’s chest and insist that the club truly was bigger than any one player without a single nagging doubt in sight.


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  • Tony

    US$500. That is the price for autographed Liverpool jerseys of Fernando Torres and Xabi Alonso. Not one current Reds player jersey in that glass cabinet and we thought Captain Fantastic is the face of Liverpool. Obviously not in LA.

    IMHO, Xabi's departure was a deep rooted injury to us. Call me a dreamer who lives in the past....What might we have become with GERRARD, ALONSO, MEREILES, LUCAS.

    Carroll to replace Torres and Adam to provide what Alonzo? BLASPHEMY.

  • Mike

    Agger elbowing Torres + Luis' first goal = fuckin good times, mate. Cheers.

  • alex_snow2

    "Despite still not having assisted a goal for the club, Stewart Downing has provided more crosses than any other Liverpool player this campaign (48)"
    Sorry just thought I'd throw that in.

  • CheekyFellow

    Nice read. WOULD READ AGAIN A+++++++++++++

  • Literally jumped up and punched the air whilst shouting a few carefully-selected curse words at the befallen Spaniard when Agger's elbow hit home. An extremely immature, juvenile moment that I would never take back. YEAHHH, TAKE THAT, YA FUCKIN BLEEDING CUNT! I don't think he actually bled, but I guess I was just hoping for the best...

  • ShedYourYellow

    Beautifully written, as always. You're forever living up to expectations here, you know. Cathartic triumph is the best phrase that could describe that win against Chelsea, truthfully.

    ...and oh, don't we all miss the Europa league?

  • Living up to expectations? And you mean that in a good way? I'm... not sure anybody's ever said that about me. And I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about it. Thanks?

  • NotTooXabi

    Anytime a girl says "you're forever living up to expectations", you have a right to be concerned. It's like the Friend Zone, minus tequila and the opportunity for really poor decisions. Tread carefully.

    Might I suggest a curve-ball next time; a post filled with dangling modifiers and an irritable semi-colon or two. Where are the prepositions at end the of a sentence at? Be a rebel, Noel. Go on. Let her down. Just once. She'll never (always) forgive you.

  • ShedYourYellow

    I hate you and everything you are, NTX.

    In all seriousness it is a compliment. You and Ed are a shining beacon of hope in the ever-turbulent ocean of shoddy football-blogging, Noel.

    That is not hyperbole.

  • I know, and thanks—I was just trying to go the humorously self-depreciating route. Which, oddly enough, is something I will admit to being very good at. The self-depreciating part, I mean, not the humour.

    And Xabi, semi-colons have no place in polite society. Or impolite society, for that matter.

  • Mike

    Yes, those impolite bastards are always so careful to avoid comma splices. Oh wait, you mentioned impolite society, too.

    "Mr. Spock, is that a grammatical error?"

    "Yes Captain, he's trying learning about infinitive/gerund confusion; it's totally illogical."

    (Too much?)

  • Ryan

    Yes they do! 

    ;D

  • redtrev73

    Oh I don't know SYY, this constant high-standard-attainment and coining of apposite phrases that perfectly express the emotions the rest of us are too inarticulate to utter, well....  it's starting to piss me off. Why can't Ed and Noel just be a bit shit every once and a while, eh? Fuckin' assholes...

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