Ahead of our shows in Liverpool, we were treated to a very special performance from The Bell Tower Beats of Anfield Road Primary School and THEY ROCKED ANFIELD STADIUM!!! ๐ค
Thank you for braving the heat and for sharing your talents!!!
@foofighters Love this! Well done to the kids, the school and the Foo Fighters. Anfield Primary School was my old school over 40 years ago so it feels extra special โค๏ธ
โฝ๏ธ From Anger to Apathy, This Is How Seasons Die
#LFC 1-1 #Burnley | #PremierLeague Review #LIVBUR
When a train runs late every day, passengers stop checking the board. They already know the outcome. Liverpool matches have begun to feel like that, predictable in their tension, predictable in their disappointment, drained of intrigue both before and after kick-off.
I'm not angry anymore. That passed for me in November, somewhere between Forest and PSV, when it became clear this wasn't a wobble but an actual direction. What remains now is numbness. A dull acceptance that even when the numbers look better, the feeling doesn't. Because football is not played on spreadsheets. It's felt.
Yes, the stats against Burnley were stronger. Yes, the shot count was high. Yes, the xG figure looks healthy on the surface. But look closer, and it tells the same old story. Low value chances, poor shot selection, safety first football explained away as control. Risk-averse to the point of paralysis. A team coached to reach the halfway line, hesitate, turn back, reset, repeat.
This was still self-preservation football. Still, a manager afraid of the next punch because he knows the jaw is glass.
Liverpool were good for a spell. They always are. They score, Anfield stirs, and then the instinct kicks in to protect rather than impose. To manage danger rather than create fear. Around the hour mark, the tension returned, the passes lost purpose, the crowd sensed it, and the opposition believed. Burnley barely had to knock. The door was already ajar.
The goal conceded was not bad luck. It was structure without conviction. Midblock indecision. Players caught between instruction and instinct. That moment has been visible all season, from space, from memory, from experience.
And here is the problem now. Anfield is turning. Not in fury, but in fatigue. Booing at full time. A ground that no longer believes the team will find a way. That matters. Once belief drains out of a stadium, results follow it down the plughole.
The club hierarchy can bury their heads if they want. No signings. No urgency. No signal that this season still matters beyond survival in the top-four race. That tells its own story. This feels written off already, quietly, administratively, while asking supporters to keep turning up and pretending otherwise.
Will Slot go now? No. Not yet. But this is how it starts. Not with chaos, but with futile acceptance. Fans switching off emotionally. Matches becoming chores. Wins feeling empty. Draws feeling inevitable.
This is a club drifting through games, and a season drifting out of reach.
What a mess. Don't think I'll bother taking the train anymore.
โฎ๏ธ Liverpool 5-0 Nottingham Forest | 13th April 1988
Ray Houghton 18'
John Aldridge 37'
Gary Gillespie 58'
Peter Beardsley 79'
John Aldridge 88'
๐บ Footage from BBC Sportsnight 1988 with commentator John Motson