A minor mistake is being blown up out of all proportion because they lost the game at the death.
They got two yellows in stoppage time for time wasting. Their goalie took almost half of the entire time, poor thing, trying to regroup from life threatening injury after a keen Danns bumped into him.
Yates should have been on a yellow from near the start. He did several bad tackles, unchecked, so late on he throws his foot in the direction of Konate’s head, five feet off the ground. Very, very lucky not to see red.
Konate, to his credit, gets up in seconds, and the ball goes back to Liverpool.
That’s the minor mistake. The ball should have gone to Forest, much like the one in the first half that Klopp referenced, only the other way around. No big deal, a very minor mistake.
Except that a full two minutes later, after a throw, a corner, and multiple opportunities for Forest to clear the ball or keep the ball, we scored the winner.
Superb stuff from the mighty reds. We had to go to the well four times in 11-12 days, with numerous kids, and we won them all. So as things stand we have the Carabao Cup in the bag, we are still in the FA Cup, and we are top of the league. The race against time for us is to try to get some more senior players back so we have more for the run in. The kids have been heroic though, no doubt about that.
As for Forest, it’s a minor hard luck story, but there’s no good will.
Utterly toxic fan base. Poverty chanting en masse, and the vitriol toward our bench was ominous, and that poor kid had to be fished out of it for his own safety, as well as the safety of his mum.
Shame on you Forest,
The other stuff with the no mark owner reflects poorly on them, and hiring a high profile former ref to do your PR is a bunch of balls too. You lost.
Now enjoy your incoming points deduction and piss off back to the nether regions of football. I do remember Clough, and the great Forest side he assembled. There was a rivalry then, and you were good.
But now? Nope. Forest are coming across like some sort of midlands Everton. A town of scabs.
Off yer pop.