Never in doubt.
Trick or treat? That was the question on everybody’s lips this evening and Jürgen treated us to a much-changed lineup, giving Nat Phillips his first Premier League start and Curtis Jones only his second. West Ham had only won one of their previous 47 games at Anfield and David Moyes had yet to beat the Reds at their fortress in 16 attempts. Three points in the bag, surely?
A weak clearing header by Gomez (why did he stoop to head the ball when he could’ve just wellied it?) fell to Fornals on the edge of the box and his shot crept in off Alisson’s right hand post. Once again, our opponents had taken an early lead at Anfield. I know that Scousers have a reputation as generous hosts but this is getting ridiculous.
Still, we had plenty of time to turn things around, and came close when Henderson steered the ball narrowly wide in the 25th minute. I’m not quite sure how Mané’s being bundled over in the penalty area by Cresswell- with the defender making no attempt whatsoever to play the ball- isn’t a penalty, but the refs seem to have it in for us again this season.
Robbo volleyed over from Mané’s deep cross ten minutes later and Trent blasted a free kick (awarded for far less than the earlier challenge on Sadio in the box) into the wall before Salah’s quick feet lured Masuaku into a clumsy trip; this time, the penalty was awarded (by the linesman, not the referee) and Mo drilled it straight down the middle to level the scores.
Parity at the break, then, and it was the Hammers who had the first decent chance of the second half, with Fornals unable to connect properly with Masuaku’s pull-back and Alisson making a comfortable save. After we created the sum total of fuck all, Klopp decided to haul off Jones and Bobby (yet another poor game from him) on the 70-minute mark; Jota and Shaqiri, both of whom played well midweek, came on to freshen things up.
The switch to 4-2-3-1, with Salah spearheading the attack, almost yielded immediate results but our Egyptian King wasn’t quite able to find the top corner from Sadio’s setup. A few minutes later, Jota found the back of the net after Fabianski parried Mané’s shot and, after an on-field review, it came as absolutely no surprise to see the goal chalked off for a supposed foul by Sadio on the ‘keeper.
Six minutes from the end, the two subs combined lethally, with Shaqs playing a wonderful weighted (and waited) ball to Jota, who lifted the ball past Fabianski with gusto. The only surprise was that the goal was not disallowed for Mané’s being in an offside position; the Senegalese star was not interfering with play but we get so many decisions against us that it would have come as no surprise had it been ruled offside.
Atalanta next then, followed by the title decider (well, it will be according to Sky’s hype machine) at the Empti(even more than usual)had next Sunday. Phillips did well today but isn’t in the Champions League squad, so it’ll probably be Matip or Williams next to Gomez against the Italians. Win that one and we’ll have one foot and three toes in the knockout rounds.
WOTM: Graziana Grassini. A rare venture to Italy today (the missus decided to make lasagne, so I opened an Italian wine) and what better than the delicious, almost ethereal 2015 Sassicaia? Dr Grassini, the consultant winemaker at this celebrated estate, is renowned for her ability to impart a delicate complexity to her wines and- stupid as this may sound to the uninitiated- you can almost taste the woman’s touch in this wine. Quite stupendous.