I had a day off from posting yesterday because I couldn’t be arsed with this place, the football in general, and everything about Liverpool.
It was as frustrated as I’ve been watching the team this season, because we should have been over the hill and faraway by half time. I mean like three or four up. We played really well, best I’ve seen us for ages. But through a combination of our own lack of killer instinct, conservatism, and sheer bad luck, Burnley remain in the game - and they know these chumps will gift them something.
Second half reversion to type, and I think deep down we all knew what was coming as soon as Burnley got their tails up and started probing.
Where this falls on Arne I don’t know. It will take a lot for me to call for a manager to be replaced because I’m aware of my own limitations. I don’t know enough about elite football management to start throwing my weight around, anymore than I think I know better than a heart surgeon what they should be doing. No, no - go in through the left ventricle, you cunt!.
But it is really concerning that I don’t see how we get out of this. I think Arne looks increasingly lost, like someone battling from week to week to keep their head above water.
The biggest issue we’ve now got is that we are a team that is scared to attack, scared to exert our superiority and put teams to the sword, because obviously doing so exposes you a little. You can’t throw a punch without dropping your guard - we are terrified of dropping our guard.
So while Slot deserves some credit for arresting the run of defeats, the PSV/Forest/City horror shows really feel like a long time ago now. Saturdays game should really have been the point where we drew a line under that ‘stop the bleed’ spell and started throwing punches again. They are the worst team in the league and at time they should have been discussing how to limit the damage rather than plotting a route back into the game.
I don’t want to see a lad built like a Steven Gerrard regen receive the ball on the halfway line with two or three passing options ahead of him, put his foot on the ball, put his hands up to tell everyone to calm down, and then play it back to a centre back. And I don’t want to see Slot fucking clapping him for doing so.
We’re at the point now where the cure is doing us more damage than the disease, and somehow Slot has to find a way to balance a tighter defensive mindset with the desire to be adventurous when the opportunity arises. This doesn’t mean trying to force it, and I really don’t mind them holding the ball when there is nothing on. But the opposition will give chances, and we have to start gambling more in those moments.
There was a point made on the Anfield Wrap yesterday that managers tend to have an ethos they fall back to when things are tough. If Arsenal had had the run we’d had, Arteta would have them all defending the edge of the box in two backs of four. Klopp’s happy place in a bad spell was get everyone closer together and up the intensity of pressing, Guardiola (and Slot is cut from this cloth) would go back to the idea of control.
But there comes a point where you have to build back out again and allow a little risk back into the game. It should be happening by now, but Slot still seems to be prioritising safety first. That suggests he is a bit stuck and having tightened us up he doesn’t know how to allow more attacking freedom in moments without the defensive side falling to shit again.