Trotting Home - Scouse in the House
Author: mofgimmers / Date: Friday 28 August 2009
The dread of another Saturday approaches, but hey, we've beaten one side from Merseyside this week. Mofgimmers asks if we can make it a double.
Liverpool are all set to visit the Reebok with a record nearly as bad as ours. For a change. Rafa's nearly-men have looked out of sorts this season, with sources close to the club denying that Torres is under investigation from FIFA about the exact whereabouts of his gender.
Hope is a well running dry at Bolton Wanderers, and once, when we had enough to share a cup of its conents, we would look forward to these big games, as we were known for upsetting a few apple carts. Of course, Nolan would help tidy up the spilled fruit, mainly with his mouth. Now there's talk of him coming back to our fold, we fondly recall the goal he scored at Old Trafford in that glorious midweek 1-0 win over the Wet Dreamers. In more than just the passing of time, those events seem very far away.
Still, it's silly to mock the girlish whirlwind, as he's rather good at kicking one of those footballs we've all heard so much about. You see, presently, we've decided that this season, it's much better if we kick our manager around and, subsequently, our own fragile hope.
The close of last season saw cracks appearing in the veneer of Operation Mugson. The buds of 'oh well, perhaps we should give him another chance' were showing signs of growth, until he shat on our kindness by sticking the balding Zinedine McCann on the right wing of our first home game of the season.
Palm of hand, directly applied to the face and pulled down slowly with muttered swearwords.
You see, Liverpool may have a prick at the helm and two warring Americans in the boardroom... but the fact remains, they're not going to be especially worried about relegation this year. It's this cosy bubble that sees our Liverpudlian cousins fretting about Absolutely Everything Else in World Football.
Rightly, we're far too selfish to think about the bigger picture, as we're too busy looking after our own... unless you're called Megson.
As such, we invariably will hope for a draw at best against the Anfield cr*p, where once we would dare to dream. They'll be looking at us thinking the same, the tired old clichés of a 'phsysical game', showing just how little they've actually watched us play in the past year. We're not so much 'rude', more 'rudimentary' these days.
So what to do? It's obvious that most of the Wanderers faithful will be expecting us to put ten men behind the ball with the lonesome, hallow figure of Elmander up front, chasing shadows and looking like he's on the brink of either tears or going postal. Liverpool meanwhile will bemoan the loss of Xavi Alonso like it's the end of the world, having absolutely no clue what real footballing misery is like.
That said, this stupid game which we call our own may offer a surprise. A win could see blind optimism and the subsequent Match of the Day analysis, attributing our win to Liverpool's ineptitude. One thing is for certain, a victory against the Scousers won't give Megson the backing of the fans for long. We can only hope that the game shows potential for the assembled starting XI and that there will at least be some promise of a side gelling together, able to take on the long haul of the season. Just a seed of hope is all we need. Just one.
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