Those spawny Scousers.
Poch’s decision to go toe-to-toe with the over excitable Liverpudlians in their own territory looked like extreme foolishness after the home side took an early lead and we struggled to get a grip and impose ourselves. The back four and Dier stuck to the game plan of playing out from the back under all circumstances but needed the help of Dembélé, Eriksen and Dele et al due to the scurrying scamperers in the home attack meaning that Kane and Son (or Davies or Trippier) were isolated and hurried whenever they received possession in the Liverpool half.
Thoughts of last season & Mane’s dominance of Davies pervaded, it was déjà vu all over again…. but no.
Whilst there’s no doubt that the home side had opportunities to increase their lead we created chances ourselves and went into half time relieved that Liverpool had puffed hard and we hadn’t been blown down but also encouraged that we’d managed get past the press and face van Dijk and gang one on one.
The second half was all ours. Henderson and Can were forced deeper and deeper meaning that it was now Salah and Firmino who were being left isolated. Dele (who had been moved more centrally by Poch) and Son found space to send Trippier and Davies into crossing positions, Eriksen and Dier looked to create openings for Kane whilst Liverpool resorted to hoofs over the top for Salah to chase. The magnificent Vertonghen rose to all challenges and he was ably assisted by Davies. Sanchez and Trippier were the supporting cast in the defensive quartet but learnt as they went along.
Our pressure told and we got the two goals that got us the draw we at least deserved and whilst Klopp can moan all he likes about referees and linos, his team were lucky to escape with a point. Inside, he knows it, just as much as he knows that he’s a twat for haring up the touchline before the game was done.
Talking of twats, Filthy Gooners next up (after Newport).
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