A week after an epic and majestic day in Cardiff and - listening to the radio phone-ins and scouring the newspapers and websites - you'd be forgiven for thinking that Gerard Houllier had robbed the Crown Jewels, invaded Poland and stolen a kid's lollipop - all in one sweeping act of embittered evil.
Fact is all the poor guy had done was to win a bit of an uninspiring footy match against as determined a bunch of relegation dogfighters that you'd ever care to meet. Birmingham apart, of course.
Now I'm not going to retread old ground on this subject other than to re-clarify my stance. I'm by no means GH's greatest supporter. I admire an a great deal of what he's done whilst wincing at some of his over-cautiousness and other apparent follies. On balance I have a very high of regard for the fellow as a man and a football club manager and I do feel he is getting this club back to a position where it will be equipped to make the final push to the quality of footy and success which we all crave.
There can, of course, be no guarantees in these things and - no matter who we have in charge - we are more likely to fall short [think about the odds] than we are to succeed. All that GH - or any manager - can do is to equip us to compete at the top level.
What I would like to do in this piece is make two brief observations for you all to ponder on. Both are borne from watching this club since its second division days so I daresay I'm as qualified as most to make them.
The first concerns the media.
To read the media's snipes and criticisms of our style you might be forgiven for believing that - were we to be suddenly transformed overnight into a cross between Real Madrid and Brazil - then these pathetic creatures would laud us to the heavens for such a transformation.
Forget it.
This club of ours has always existed to be the media's whipping boys. We have never had praise from the rank and file media. NEVER. Nor will we ever. That is the track record, I'm afraid folks.
Whether it be Shanks's Supermen or Keegan's new wave or Paisley's invincibles or Dalglish's entertainers, the media have always found an avenue by which they can diminish our achievements and deride our qualities. It has been a simple matter of fact, the reasons far too complex to tackle herein.
All that dear old Gerard Houllier is doing, quite simply, is giving these scurrilous bastards a bit more ammunition with which to attack us.
Second. A specific observation on the Bolton performance.
Anybody who went to that game and expected some magnanimous gesture from our team towards Rolls Royce football following the League Cup success has clearly not followed the fortunes of this club over the years - nor any other for that matter.
The expression 'After the Lord Mayor's Show' could have been coined for football clubs - and LFC in particular. Displays of sweeping expansive football just don't happen given the background of yesterday's game - extremely capable and resolute relegation dogfighters taking on newly victorious cupwinners. No doubt, there have been the odd exceptions to this rule. They certainly are the exception though.
Sure, yesterday ended up on the whole excruciating to behold which detracted from some decent snatches of play in the first half. Sure it's not easy to keep your whinges and moans to yourself when we've struggled to stamp authority on a team from the lower reaches.
I'm afraid that is the name of the game, though. Live with it for now and saliver over the next opportunity awaiting us. And so on and so forth. That is footy for you.
So for now I would just say be extremely grateful for the three points, get behind the manager [because whether you like it or not - and I, for one, like it - he's here to stay] and pray for the rest of the season to turn out like last Sunday in Cardiff.
Oh - and a bit of support wouldn't go down amiss either. For starters how about - The Reds are coming up the hill boys.
PS Forgive me if the tone of this piece is somewhat patronising but some of the moaning bastards who masquerade as supporters of this club deserve no less than such patronage.