Your worst Liverpool experience

four years ago we played at stamford bridge on a friday, and it was a 3 pm start where i live. had a self-employed 1099 gig at the time and got home just in time for kickoff, can still remember the route i took & checking the clock, but i can’t remember for the life of me the errand to i had to run before the end of business that day

so at the final whistle, all charged up from a semi-famous victory, i hopped in the car & headed down the hill. somebody a couple cars ahead of me was in a fancy sports car and almost came to a complete stop at the railroad tracks, i braked & heard the grinding, slipping squeal of the shoddy work, and rear-ended the jeep in front of me

somehow their bumper wasn’t damaged–‘the good news is…american engineering’ the extremely affable teen who was riding with his mom said, as he pointed it out–but my front hood was well smashed up

i put over 300,000 miles on that accord, and i’ll always associate that cracking hendo goal with the beginning of its end

the saddest thing is that was only the penultimate time i went to that mechanic with that car. the next time i had a recurring problem with ball joints making an unspeakable din when i cut the wheel, so he greased it up and said don’t worry about paying me. then the wheel fell off when i was trying to turn into an alley in the dead of winter, at rush hour

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Well, it did derail our title chance tbh and fairly speaking without any bias. No matter how good he played all through the season, 1 moment can make a difference. Thats sports. It still hurts though.

So it’s Gerrard because of whom we lost the title? Because that’s what am inferring out of this.

Who the heck said it was Gerrard, stop twisting my words. We were on course to win the league, and on course to draw Chelsea, but Gerrard slipped and cost us the game. It was a pivotal moment which derailed our title run. As much as you want to deny it, and as much as it hurts to say it , its the truth.

Am sorry, but you are the one saying that.

And I added the point of rival fans because it’s them and media who love such a story of a legend making a mistake, and portraying him as the sole reason for the team losing. If this gets ingrained in our own fans, there’s a problem. And that’s a rather biased view than an unbiased one.

As I said before any other player, any other match and it doesn’t even gain attention. The fact it’s kept playing on loop every time the 13/14 season is mentioned, every time Chelsea game arrives shows it’s a nice blimp to bring in Stevie’s career.

Absolutely ridiculous IMO. No wonder he’s so gargantuan. This is like saying for Van Dijk as well… hey look Pepe dribbled past him hence we lost the title. Because that’s the level these players set and that’s the scrutiny you have about every damn move of these players.

In a 38 game season it is rarely one particular moment where you can say a title is won or lost but the closer you get to the end of the race in a tight contest the more decisive and pivotal those moments become. An example of that is Macheda’s goal against Villa in 2008/9; had they ended up drawing United probably would not have ended up winning the title. We can point to the 0-0 draw against West Ham that season for example and yes 3 points would have crucial but it doesn’t change the fact that Macheda’s bolt from the blue effectively kept us at just about arm’s length in that season and was thus title deciding.

Gerrard’s slip… we love the man but let’s face it, the slip played an absolutely pivotal role that season. It’s pointless trying to pretend otherwise.

**An interesting post note, to me anyway, and just as important a moment in the title race in 13/14 was… Vitor Mannone. I remember watching City at home vs Sunderland and quickly doing the permutations for a Sunderland win when they actually took the lead late on; that being a win for Sunderland meant we could afford to lose one of our three games thereafter. Naturally, Mannone gaffed and allowed City an even later equaliser and so the events of later became set in stone. Cunt.

Well it aint any other player, and it aint any other match, it was a title defining match, and the slip cost us, fact, no matter how much you deny it. It didnt help Rodgers tactics was inept, or our defense was shambolic. The slip cost us. Just like Moreno cost us that Europa final, just as Karius cost us that Ucl final. Thats not bias, thats fact.

And i dont really care how media and rivals fans spin it. You talk about VVD being dribbled past by Pepe, whole different situation. Was the title on the line if that led to our defeat no. Gerrards slip was, with City breathing doen oue neck. By that reckoning, Karius was not to be blamed one bit for that screw up in madrid final, thats actually the most ridiculous idea i have ever heard.

You nail it right on the head. Another example, the Kompany goal, 33mm is it, that was pivotal in their winning the title. But it does not mean City were trash before that. But that high stakes games, where a title winning point is on the line, which culminated in all the fruits of their season games, comes down to that goal, it can be said.

I can understand where you are coming from. But that slip happened at 45 mins. Even the game wasn’t lost by then. An individual error getting punished is common in any game. Yes and because it happened to Gerrard we may say the team’s morale may have gone down (an assumption) but it shouldn’t have. Robbo scored an own goal and we fought back the last game. We couldn’t score for the next 45 in the Chelsea one though.

We had two more games left. We could have won those two and see where it got us. The slip made us concede a goal, but we conceded 2 against Norwich, 2 against City, 1 against West ham before the Chelsea game and 3 against Palace and 1 against New castle after. We won all others except the Palace game. Why couldn’t we have scored one goal against Chelsea? That game itself I wouldn’t say we lost just because of Gerrard, let alone the league. And if we did the problem isn’t the slip but the rest of the team itself.

Yes, it’s one of the factors and it could have affected a bit given his importance. But if it affected the entire team so badly for the next 45 minutes that’s not on him. We should have managed the game nonetheless.

That’s where the difference I believe in a cup final and a league. League is 38 games, and such moments happen all the time. In a cup final, only that one game matters.

Anyways we can agree to disagree. Respect your opinion, but for me it’s just one of many reasons.

Ok, i agree, respect, sometimes i get too carried away. Agree to disagree.

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I remember that game against Chelsea. I was up in Newcastle for some event in the morning, waiting at the train station to go back home, and I sat in a pub with my dad and watched us throw away the title.

It was the first time I remember us losing a must-win game; my first football memory was Istanbul, which didn’t help my perception that we would always dig our way out, a perception I held until that game in 2014.

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What is this ‘agree to disagree’ malarkey. Bring out the handbags, I say. Else how are we guys supposed to be entertained. :stuck_out_tongue_winking_eye:

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IIRC, it was not a must win game. We could have drawn, win other matches and win the title. We were inept to play for draw. Rodgers doesn’t know to draw matches.

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It certainly felt like a must win, but then, I was 13. Everything feels vital when you’re 13.

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Jesus Christ; they say kids these days live under too much pressure and it sounds like you did.

Nothing should matter when you’re 13!

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:sweat_smile: I would go gung ho if it was another club supporter. But we are all brothers here, so lets spread the brotherly love for now​:+1:

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It was our last big game and supposed last big hurdle, and a draw still puts us in front of City even if they win if i remember correctly, the rest two games were assumed to be easy wins. But yeah, Rodgers have to go berserk again. And when we concede, we were up against a Mourinho park the bus specialist team, so we just couldnt do it in the end. I still wanna slap Mourinho for that victory run he did when the game end, such a bitter old pantsy.

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A draw still puts us ahead of City in points even if they win, so yeah, we were all looking for a draw, but Rodgers get berserk, end of.

A more recent one - the 2018 CL Final against Real Madrid - 26 May 2018.

Months prior, one of my best mates booked me a ticket for Above and Beyond at Steel Yard (London) - it was an daytime affair ending at 930ish, followed by Brixton Academy evening after party (from like midnight, due to go on till early hours).

This obviously clashed with the CL final - but I was determined to not miss the final. Met up with my mates, we had booked an Air BnB for the night next to the Emirates stadium, we got some lunch, and then headed to Finsbury park for the daytime drinking to commence.

Met loads of people, danced about, got a bit smashed, then at around 6.30 made my excuses and departed to find a pub where I could watch the final. I got a lot of pelters from the party goers in our group for even liking football, let alone leaving Above and Beyond before the main set to go watch the final.

I nipped back to our Air BnB, got changed out of my sweat soaked clothes, and went to the chosen pub to watch the game, The Tollington Arms, an Arsenal pub.

The game itself, was a shocker, with Ramos fucking Salah up, Karius doing what he did, and Bale scoring an overhead - the worst part of this was watching the game surrounded by Arsenal fans (and a number of others), that were clearly not keen for Liverpool to win the Champions League - I got a fair few pelters in there through the match, all jovial however - but its still not nice. There weren’t any fellow reds to buddy up with even.

After the final, I went back to the Air BnB, and met up with the guys, they were ecstatic about the gig, buzzing and ready to get on to the after party in Brixton, I was depressed as fuck.

I sucked it up, drank some more, and off we went to Brixton, a long old way from where the Emirates is. By the time we got to the after party, there were huge queues outside, and it was hammering it down (around midnight). Got to the front, and this big fat cunt of a bouncer took one look at me, told me my eyes looked like I’d taken some form of drugs (I hadn’t - grew out of that years earlier) - it was the effects of wearing contact lenses all day, drinking since around 1pm, and the downer of us losing the final. at this point, I professed my innocence but he wasn’t having it - I was refused entry, as all my mates went in.

I managed to nab a key for the Air BnB, and then waited an hour in the pissing rain for an Uber to get back to the Emirates, and got back there at around 1.30 - 2am - soaked. I sat by myself in this utterly shit Air BnB, even more gutted.

As my pals didn’t have keys to the Air BnB, I had to ensure I could let them in - they arrived at 5am, bouncing like fuckers, I let them in, and got back into my shit single bed, headache etc etc.

The next day I felt rough as fk, whilst the guys I was with were still buzzing from the night before. Pushed my breakfast around my plate, then eventually got a train back home, about 2hrs.

All in all - terrible memories.

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It’s a strange one that game… Because I left the unlucky pub and I somehow forget Mane equalised after that goal.

I never watch Liverpool finals at home now, so I forced into the unlucky pub, luckily the year later the final fell on a night I had to work for the University summer ball and was given the welfare and support room, a room that doesn’t see a soul til 10pm, so didn’t get to drink but enjoyed a victory with a colleague and a cup of tea.*

  • The night wasn’t too bad as well.