I love Kenny Dalglish: Liverpool legend as a player and a manager. After the disaster that was Hodgson he's come back as was hailed as our saviour. And yeah, compared to last season, we're in a better place. We're knocking on the door of Wembley in what is Only The Carling Cup, but hey, a cup is a cup is a cup.
But the doubters and the knockers are loud in their dissent with regard to the ridiculous performances against teams we should be beating. I'm one of them. You've all heard me moaning. 6th at best I said and I meant it. Still do. With all our pissing around we're getting nowhere. Without Suarez we don't have anyone to put it in the net. Carroll isn't worth a tin of beans let alone £35 million. The only other acquisition apart from Suarez Kenny has bought who has done anything of note is Bellamy and he can't always play.
In short, it's ****. We're now into January and we're still pissing around playing beautiful football. Consider how well united have played this season. They haven't. They were ****ed 6-1 at home and they've been shown up on more than one occasion. Chelsea are crap. The only reason united are second is because teams like Chelsea and us have been poor. We didn't bargain for Spurs, but if we'd put away the goals like we should've done we could've been third now.
And that's why my worries about Dalglish being our manager when he was first appointed are now starting to haunt me. This was what I was afraid of: it's turned out to be not the bed of roses we were expecting. His team selections have been baffling, he's bought lemons in Carroll and Downing, he subs too late. We get a result against City in the cup and it's all yeah we're back, but then we **** up again.
It wasn't supposed to be like this, but it is. C'est la vie.