Detached

The worst part is, I’m struggling to come to terms as to why. I have never ever felt this way before in the 25 years I followed them.

I’ve seen us play fantastically under Fagan and Dalglish, abysmally under Souness, attackingly under Roy, defensively under Gerard and effectively under Rafa. But now I can’t wait until next season. It’s horrible. This season is awful but I’ve seen worse and yet this is my lowest ebb.

It’s not even the anti-climax following last season’s heights and as an individual, I don’t expect my team to win every game and every competition. I hope they will, I’ll be there, I’ll support them but I except there’s either 19, 32 or even 762 teams all vying to win the same trophy.

I don’t want Rafa out. Not mid season, but I want him to change, I want him to be less cautious, I want him to care less about what the opposition do and more about what we do. I want to watch a game with my 4 year old and him not ask “why aren’t we attacking?” and even more embarrassingly “why did we pass to them?”. But I can live with this, they are human, they will make mistakes.

It’s more than this, I want to see players care. I want to see Jamie Carragher scream at Arbeloa in a meaningless game because he let his man get free to take a shot. I want to see Hansen have a go at Molby because he let his man run through. I want to see every single player out there know what it means that they are wearing the red of Liverpool Football Club. I want to see Rafa lift the Premier League Trophy. I want to feel connected to football again.

I’ll be there as ever next week against Portsmouth with the same hopes, taking my lad to see his third game this season (ever) and hoping for that spark because I know more than anything else, I hate feeling like this.