Never in doubt.
An interesting lineup for the first game after the latest pointless international break; our raft of injuries meant the returning Fabinho partnered Matip in central defence, while Milner came in at right back. Salah’s Covid issues gave Jota a start in the front three, while an experimental midfield saw Gini in the anchor role behind Jones and Keïta.
With Liverpool on a club record equalling 63-game unbeaten streak at Anfield in the league, much was made of the fact that the Foxes had already won at both the Emptihad and the Emirates this season; however, as the visitors were about to find out, beating mid-table dross is one thing- beating the champions on their own patch another thing entirely.
A lively start saw Baby’s shot deflected behind for a corner; Milner’s ensuing in-swinger was flicked into the side netting by Sadio at the near post. Jones, Keïta and Jota drew saves from Schmeichel in an opening quarter hour during which the visitors barely threatened; our only moment of concern came when the ball hit Matip’s hand in the box. As the old cliché goes, I’ve seen them given.
Our early threat paid off in the 21st minute as Jonny Evans, trying to keep an eye on the pesky Mané, inadvertently directed Milner’s corner from the tight past his own goalkeeper. Liverpool had the ball in the back of the net again soon afterwards but the goal was chalked off due to a supposed foul on Schmeichel. I can’t say that I saw anything wrong with the challenge- I wonder what Clem would have made of keepers being so overprotected these days.
Barnes missed a glorious chance to equalise before Matip headed over from Robertson’s corner; the same combination almost found the net just after the half hour mark, this time from our left back’s clipped free kick to the far post.
James Justin (I used to have a girlfriend who swore you could never trust a man with two “first” names, but I digress) shot wide moments before Sadio did the same at the other end. Mané might have set up the on-rushing Firmino instead of seeing his shot deflected harmlessly into Schmeichel’s hands a few minutes later- the Brazilian would surely have had a tap-in.
Jota then scored for the fourth consecutive home game, steering Robertson’s cross past the visiting keeper from about six yards. Tielemans immediately drew a sharp save from Alisson as Leicester looked to hit back before the break but the Reds headed off for their half time oranges with a two goal lead which was, in all honesty, the least they deserved.
We almost started the second stanza stunningly: Matip’s brilliant raking long pass released Robbo down the left but Hota couldn’t quite convert the flying Scotsman’s cross this time. Barnes then forced Alisson into a routine save at the other end after being released by Maddison.
Keïta pulled a hamstring five minutes into the second half- he really is made of crisps- and Neco Williams replaced him, with Milly moving into the midfield. Schmeichel thwarted Mané and Fuchs managed to head the rebound behind for a corner before Jota could nod it in. The Portuguese forward nearly scored again and Evans headed against his own post in the ensuing melee, under pressure from Firmino.
Having hit the post in the first half, Bobby was then denied by 10mm, with Albrighton dragging the Brazilian’s effort off the line before the keeper smothered Sadio’s scuffed follow-up effort. Just as it seemed as though Bobby was fated not to score at Anfield again, he rose to majestically head home Milner’s corner in the 86th minute: game, set and match.
A home game on Wednesday against Atalanta is next, and the opportunity to qualify from our group with two games to spare; we then head down to Brighton for the lunchtime kick off next Saturday. A win there and we’ll be top of the league again.
MOTM: the great Ray Clemence. I’m not someone who misses the crowds, as I focus on what is happening on the pitch, but even an old curmudgeon like me would have liked to have seen a full house at Anfield to see off Ray, one of our greatest ever players. We didn’t have the internet back in his day, of course, but I’m certain he would have won many an online man of the match award, so it’s a posthumous one for him today. Rest in peace, Clem.