To LFC Blog or Not To LFC Blog

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged about Liverpool (the football club, not the city).  Strangely, the last game that I wrote about was the corresponding fixture to tonight’s match, an away game against Manchester City (it ended 0-0, stats fans) back in February.  Part of me thinks that I should start again.  The cynical part of my brain thinks that Liverpool are a good subject for attracting visitors to this humble blog.  The other part of me thinks that it would be a dreadful idea.

My enthusiasm for the task certainly wasn’t helped by my insistence on forcing myself to write a “match report” about every single match, regardless of whether I had seen it or not.  Combining this with the many frustrating, wasted afternoons spent attempting to watch matches on dodgy internet streams and the enjoyment was soon drained from the writing process.

The logistics of the process were, of course, only part of the tale.  My apathy was largely due to the horror of watching a team in decline and a club in meltdown.   The press only seemed capable of filing negative stories relating to Liverpool last season (not that there was much to cheer about) and it all took its toll on me.  With a torrid season finally over, I contemplated writing an overview of the campaign, taking a look back on where exactly things had gone wrong.  In the end, it seemed like it would have been a punishment that I didn’t deserve.  I’d just wait until things got a bit more positive at Anfield.

Well, with Benitez inevitably gone and a new manager in place, it seems like the Reds may have finally turned a corner.  The signing of Joe Cole brought the rarest of things: a positive news story and a sense of optimism.  Now, last year’s beleaguered squad somehow looks quite useful, with just a handful of modest signings.  It’s amazing (not to mention inexplicable) how things suddenly seem so different after the summer break.

So, should I start writing about football again?  It’s currently half-time against Man City and Liverpool are behind to a Gareth Barry goal and were completely outplayed for the bulk of the opening 45 minutes.  Although I’ve by no means given up on the match, it really hasn’t put me in the best frame of mind to publish a match report.  Of course, we could score a shed-load of goals in the second half and then I’d be loving it.  Such is the lot of a football fan and blogger.

Perhaps this emotion shows that I shouldn’t be tied to just writing about the matches.  Perhaps I should just write about LFC in more general terms and not be tied to the roller-coaster that is a football match.  It also means that I don’t miss half the game by making tedious notes about what has happened.

Anyway, I’m off to attempt to enjoy watching the second half. Come on, you Reds.

P.s.

Just as I was about to publish this post, City scored a second goal.  It’s official: I hate football… for now.

Home Away From Home

SSometimes you go to a place and you just immediately feel at home…

Airports

Airports are weird, aren’t they?  I know that sounds like the start of a bad observational comedy routine, but it’s true.

I’m at the magnificent John Lennon Airport for the first leg of my journey to Norway and I thought that I’d fill you in on what’s happened so far.

After a suspiciously easy check-in (nobody in the queue), I went through the hand luggage scanning, which is extremely rigourous these days, what with the transparent plastic bags and the no liquids over 100ml and the shoes.  Not that I’m complaining.  A vigourous search of your belongings is certainly preferable to the alternative.

Something strange did happen when I got searched, though.  After my stuff had been through the scanner, the lady said that she had to scan my phone (she didn’t specify what it was going to be scanned for).  This entailed her getting a wand with a cloth on the end and wiping the phone all over.  She then put it in a machine and pulled a lever and a ticket printed out.  She looked at the ticket and called over a colleague.   All was clearly not well.

Her colleague got a fresh cloth for the wand and wiped it over the woman’s hands and then popped the phone back in the machine and pulled the lever.  No ticket came out this time.  He then wrote my name and flight details and the word “iPhone” onto a scrap of paper.  I was starting to worry.   Was I going to be questioned for some heinous crime and miss my flight?  Or worse, was I going to have to leave my precious iPhone behind?

No.  He just gave it me back.   I asked if there was anything wrong.  He said “not anymore” before walking off.  I wasn’t overly reassured.  What were they scanning for on the clearly bogus piece of machinery? Why had he written my name down?  Would there be consequences?

In an attempt to calm my nerves, I went to get a coffee.  Caffeine is a well known relaxant, right?  Anyway, I ordered a coffee that should have cost £2.99.  The girl charged my £2.39.  There was nothing on the menu that costs £2.39.  It was a lovely brew, though, so I’m just putting the pricing  down to the weirdness of airports.

As I enjoyed my drink, I decided to send a few tweets.  Afterwards I realised that I couldn’t lock my phone.  It seemed as though its examination had cocked up the button.  I tried restarting the phone but it then got into a loop for about 5 minutes.  I was panicking by this stage.  What had they done to my beloved iPhone?

I just buggered about with the button for a bit and it seems to be fine at the moment.  Fingers crossed.

My only other bit of airport news so far is that one of the Ryan Air flight attendants looked like a ladyboy, but I’m not here to pass judgment.   By the way, I am actually writing this as I’m sat in the airport.  All that stuff has only just happened to me.  The netbook is paying dividends already.   Not literally, but it is very handy.

Right, I should go and mooch around WH Smiths.  It’s my duty as a traveller.

Bon Voyage (to myself).

Post Recycling – May 2009

After 3 months of nothing, I finally I have some posts to write about in a horribly self indulgent manner.  Yes, welcome to Post Recycling, where I take a look at the blog posts that I published a year ago and try and get you to read them.  To be fair, it’s not entirely about me pimping my old posts.  It’s quite an interesting experience to go back and see how your life and writing has changed in the previous 12 months.  Well, that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

May 2009 saw my blogging drought come to an end, and also saw PSGOM transfer from Blogger to here on WordPress.  I explain this move (not very well) in the post Welcome to WordPress.  It’s not very exciting, but it has such historical significance that it’s worth reading just so you can tell your grandkids that you did.

I guess I was still working out what I should be writing about on PSGOM, at this stage, which probably explains the post Holy Gravy?.  In it, I describe how when I tried to go to my old blogger address it took me to some kind of wacko bible web-site.  Maybe it was just God sending me a message.  Or maybe not.

May 2009 also saw me start to write about football, a practice that I’ve now stopped.  What a difference a year makes.  The post A Prayer saw me asking my old friend God for some help in Liverpool winning the league.  Sadly, the very next post, Gravy 1 God 0, saw God disprove his existence as Manchester United won and all but ended Liverpool’s chances.  Ah, how I wish I could return to those days of narrowly missing out, rather than the complete and abject failure of the Reds this season.  At some point, I should really write a post about their demise, but it’s going to take an almighty effort.  Anyway, I discuss the end of last season’s title race in the post It is Now, in which I urge Manchester United fans not to gloat for the sake of their own existential well-being.

Looking through your old posts is a good way of bringing back some happy memories.  Firstly, there was Blumen’ Marvellous which describes Team Extreme’s Goot’s proposed starter for his Heston Blumenthal-style (Blumenstyle) feast.  Sadly, Goot never got around to scheduling the dinner party and we’re all still sat around exceedingly hungry for his pony-tail based delights.  Secondly, there was my Wall of Wonder, which documents all of the pictures that I had stuck on the wall next to my desk in work.  Sadly, I’ve since moved desks and it’s all come down, but I’ll always have this post to remind me of the glory days.

The final post of the month was Previewing My Reviews.  In retrospect, it’s an interesting post as it’s basically me apologising for being crap at writing reviews because I was so nervous about writing any that I felt I had to pre-empt the criticism I was sure to get for their crapness.  I wouldn’t necessarily say that I’ve gotten any better at writing reviews, but I’ve published loads of them now, so at least I no longer feel funny about doing it.  There’s definitely a lesson to be learned for any fledgling bloggers: just write it.

You can read the rest of my posts from May 2009, here.

Just to Say Hello

So. Another day goes by without me having chance to blog properly. In theory I could get my laptop out and write something now. There’s just two problems with this: football is on, and I can’t be arsed.

I thought I’d say hello, though, so I’m writing this on my phone. Just think of this as a long text message. That’s on the Internet. It’s actually nothing like a text message, so forget that I mentioned it.

In many ways, there’s no good reason for me to write this post. I just like to let you guys know that I’m still around.

Boo.

I’m still around.

Erm. I’m struggling a bit now. I’m watching Liverpool as I write this. They’ve made a good start but I just have a bad feeling about the result. I hope I’m proved wrong. We’ll see what happens in 80 minutes time.

The only other thing that I can think to tell you is that I have a cat sniffing my hair. It’s cuter than it sounds. She’s not a pervert or anything.

Anyway, I’m getting a bit sleepy, so I’m off. I’ll speak to you properly very soon.

Duvet Covers and Post Apocalyptic Football Stadia

Question of the Day:  How is it possible that an intelligent man, highly educated in the physical sciences, is completely incapable of hanging a duvet cover over a washing line?  No, it doesn’t make sense to me either.  I’m staring out of the patio windows and weeping at my own ineptitude.  Does anybody know of any washing line based courses that I can go on?

Anyway, I’ve gone a whole two days without posting and it feels like a lifetime.  Of course, it doesn’t actually feel like a lifetime, but a nice bit of hyperbole jazzes up any situation.  Two days is definitely long enough for me to feel the pull of ‘can’t be arsedness’, so it was important for me to post today.

Under normal circumstances, I would have done some kind of post about Liverpool’s match on Thursday.  However, I’ve decided to end the madness of writing about football matches that I’ve not even seen.  It can’t be healthy.  All I will say is that I’ve gotten over being in the Europa League, but having a match kick-off at 6pm and shown on ESPN is positively uncouth.

One football match that I did watch was yesterday’s League One game between Oldham and Norwich (I was in the Norwich end).   In the absence of a match report, I will share with you the following things that I learnt:

  • Oldham is infeasibly cold.  It must be dragging the average temperature of the country down by at least 5 degrees.
  • Oldham’s Boundary Park looks like a nuclear wasteland and should be hired out to Hollywood producers as the set for any upcoming post-apocalyptic thrillers.
  • League One football is so heartbreakingly real that it is the sporting equivalent of a kitchen-sink drama.

Anyway, Liverpool are playing this afternoon and it’s not on the telly.  This leaves me wondering if I should try and get an internet stream or if I should do something productive instead.  Answers on a postcard please.

UPDATE:

Before I had chance to publish this post, I was visited by my Gran, my brother and my nephew.  They are a trio that are easily capable of filling anyone’s afternoon.  Luckily, Liverpool won anyway.

Manchester City 0 Liverpool 0

Surprisingly, this wasn’t one of the two televised matches this afternoon.  Even more surprisingly, I was able to get a decent internet stream to watch it on.

Well, I say that I watched it.  I forgot that the match was on, and by the time I found a decent stream about 30 minutes had gone.  Then my parents came round for a visit so I was only half watching until about 75 minutes in.  Then the stream went squiffy and it took me about 10 minutes to get another one.  But, I definitely got to watch the last five minutes and stoppage time.

I didn’t miss much.

From what I saw, both teams were pretty awful.  The ‘race’ for fourth place looks set to be an exceedingly tedious one.

Liverpool 1 Unirea Urziceni 0

It’s Thursday. It’s Channel 5. It’s the Europa League. It’s…not where Liverpool want to be.

Oh well, you just have to get on with it, don’t you?

This wasn’t exactly the most inspiring of fixtures, against half-fit Romanian opposition, but at least there was an opportunity to put in a good display and get a comfortable victory. Well, that was the theory.

The reality was somewhat different. God, it was so boring. Liverpool had almost constant possession, yet rarely threatened. It was practically a training exercise. Humiliation was avoided when Ngog scored a tap-in, in the 81st minute. Phew.

I’m glad that I didn’t pay to watch it, but I suppose that a win’s a win.

Arsenal 1 Liverpool 0

On the whole, I’m not a superstitious person, but there’s one spurious belief that I have:  don’t tempt fate.  One specific sub-set of this rule is that you shouldn’t record Match of the Day before your team play, just in case they don’t win.

This is an unnecessarily obtuse way of saying that I missed the match last night and I’ve not seen any of it.  Under the circumstances, this is a good thing.  On the back of two bad losses, to Man United and Chelsea, it’s not entirely surprising that Arsenal pulled out the win.  I can’t comment any further than that really.

Liverpool 1 Everton 0

There’s always an extra edge when you play in a derby match, but the crucial thing today was for Liverpool to try and pick up all three points.  Yes, I know it’s a cliché, but it also happens to be true.

Like all true derbies, there wasn’t a great deal of football played, but the Reds were certainly up for the fight.  They were almost up for it too much when Kyrgiakos was sent off for a two-footed challenge after 34 minutes.  There was no doubt that he deserved to receive the red card, but Pienaar should have probably been sent off a few minutes earlier for a reckless tackle on Mascherano.  Liverpool managed to get to half-time without conceding and so were able to re-group.

The second half wasn’t as much of a challenge as you might have expected – Everton were toothless in attack.  The Reds were able to take the lead on 55 minutes with a Dirk Kuyt header, from a set piece.  This was quite staggering as Liverpool are woeful at set pieces.  The fact that Kuyt was a yard from the line, in the middle of the goal, was surrounded by Howard and Neville, and didn’t jump, all just made the goal more unlikely.

From that point on, the result looked fairly comfortable – far more comfortable than Everton should have made it.  Pienaar was eventually sent off, for a second booking, in injury time, and that was about it.

As I said at the start of the post, the three points were crucial, especially as Liverpool play Arsenal and Man City away in the next week.  Fingers crossed for those matches, I suspect that they’re going to be a lot tougher than today.