There were 52 points between these teams before the match started, and it’s mind-boggling to even think about it. West Ham is fighting against relegation, and Liverpool moves a bit closer to the title each day, but 52 is a number too big.
In a football sense, for me, it is associated with Lord Nicklas Bendtner.
Anyway, it’s Monday and late evening is not an ideal time to watch some footie. But guess what? It is the best team in the world, playing at home, hungry to get back on the winning track and show who’s boss in this joint. There’s nothing better to distract you from the gray routine of the working week than a rocking red stadium that sings “You’ll Never Walk Alone”.
We’re missing our captain Jordan Henderson, but now have a more mobile midfield with Naby Keita back in the mix. Hoping his drives forward will make a difference tonight. No Milner in the squad, that’s weird, but Minamino is on the bench. Big Virg is wearing an armband, now that’s a great third captain to have.
Liverpool presses very high, throwing themselves at the tight West Ham backline. Mane bursts to force Fabianski into error, but he’s a bit lucky. We push them back and overwhelm their space with players, and the goal comes. Fancy little interplay in the box, Trent smacks it in the center and Gini nods it home!
Fabianski has a mini-meltdown, hitting the bar like it has betrayed him…
Nice quick goal, everything is looking great, right?
Wrong.
One or two minutes later we conceded after a corner, again. Issa Diop scores the second goal of the game, also a header. Salah bites back with a nice curling shot after an audacious Robbo switch, no luck for now.
Antonio finds himself one on one, but Alisson has balls of steel and casually grabs it. The playing ball, ya pervert. Minutes later Mane creates a moment, and then Firmino tries his luck from long range. Didn’t see a lot of long shots from Bobby, would like a home return from him for once.
No, that’s not a criticism, just want him to dazzle The Kop.
Robbo shithouses on the flank a little, the ball falls to Trent and he hits it! Close, but no cigar. The best chance from this half belongs to Virgil, who smashes the crossbar from one of many corners. Lukasz hit the bar, but now it saved his bacon.
Robbo, Fab, and Trent are the best in the first half. The second one starts fun, as Bobby gets another sniff at goal. But then we get struck in the jaw by a tricky Fornals shot that gives hammers a lead. Declan Rice blindly punted it in the box, a nice touch by the Spanish forward followed to surprise everyone.
Ox subs Keita and my God what a player he is, so fast and powerful and energetic, very direct. His shots and busts are exactly what we need, he’s energetic and determined. Hendo watches on from the attendance, looking a bit sad.
You know, this is a match of corners, and we got bloody 20 of them tonight. We got so many of them, that we started experimenting how to take them because classic Trent curlers became a norm. That boy is special, and he proved it again tonight. I see him with the captain’s armband, assisting from corners for years to come.
What? We are losing? No way. Call agent Mo Salah, we can’t drop our quest to dethrone “The Invincibles” against bloody West Ham, no offense.
Ox with a filthy spread, Robbo runs, Robbo crosses, Salah strikes, Fabianski loses. He concedes a shot between his legs like a great goalkeeper would do, and he’s so dramatic about it again. That’s what you get for not respecting the equipment, you raging polish bish.
We go, and we create more and more… corners. Too many crosses, not very efficient ones too, but eventually they come to our rescue. Before that Salah gets a brace outta nowhere, but Fabianksi pulls one out and poor Bobby can’t convert from two feet. A collective gasp and facepalm, funny visual.
All is forgiven though, as Trent gets forward, Bobby misses the ball yet again, and Sadio pouncing before the open net. 3-2, and it doesn’t feel like a heroic come back it is, just a regular victory.
We took what was ours, even though Alisson had to sacrifice his swole red face to keep us in it and gift the team all three points. 55 points between us and a team who managed to score us two goals tonight. Sadio could have had a brace himself, but was ruled out for offside, which would give Alexander-Arnold his assist hat-trick.
Imagine not having this guy in your FPL team… it was a painful week there, but this is an enjoyable result. 3-2, we are one step closer to the promise land, just four more wins and we’re golden. Should be playing better if we want to go past Atletico, I tell you that much. With that goal Salah took over Suarez’ spot of Liverpool goal scorers, 69th for LFC, nice indeed.
My man of the match is Trenty. He’s an outstanding player, and he has so many great years in the red shirt. I will be a 30-year-old when he hits his peak, and that’s scary. Thanks for visiting my blog, you kind soul.
I wish you a great day, be sure to come back here again sometime in the future. Feel like I made GIFs faster, and even had time to check my spelling and shit. Good job, me. Good night, you.
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