• When the Saints Come Marching In?
    The holy day approaches– Boxing Day, when the emissaries from St. James’ visit Anfield’s hallowed ground: Saint Michael and Saint Alan, Owen – England and ex-Reds’ goalscoring hero, irrepressible Michael, boy wonder (well, before Rooney!), and Shearer – the warhorse, the old dependable for England, Newcastle, Blackburn. In this Christmas present, forget those of the […]
  • Yokohama Heartache
    Gerrard sits despondent, all our hopes come to nothing. But John Arne Riise has it right — from the depths of last winter when Chelsea beat us in the Cardiff Carling final, we rose to take the Champions Cup. Out of ashes rises a phoenix. Beware! Liverpool rises again! Christopher T. George
  • O’Malley’s Matins
    O’Malley wakes as ever at 3 am without an alarm, does his ablutions, mutters prayers for the dead, the sick. He’ll do the same later. It never hurts to give God an extra nudge. In the cecropia tree, a quetzal calls keow-kowee-keow-k’loo-keow-keloo. He dunks a teabag in his Sligo Rovers mug, nibbles a cracker, adds […]
  • World Club Championship Haiku First Eleven
    Does Mourinho hope for failure by the Reds to prove them unworthy? Gerrard Cisse Crouch put the ball in the net: FIFA World Club Champs: Benitez plans the battle order, quiet tactician Rafa. Liverpool against the world: always play our best, backs against the wall. One up, two up, three: now the World will take […]
  • Crouch Scores!
    In off the keeper. Ah, I forgot that one, but it still counts, and puts the ‘Pool on the road to third in the Premiership: Crouch shoots and the ball rebounds off Leighton Baines in a sickening arc toward goal, and, dropping under bar, goalie Pollitt fumbles, helps it into his own net– Still, harsh […]