Well that was another superb, if super tiring, night out with Jurgen’s mighty Red Army!
Yesterday’s admin-
Current total game unbeaten run:
P 9 W 6 D 3 F 21 A 6 CS: 3
Current unbeaten away total games run:
P 4 W 3 D 1 F 9 A 1 CS: 3
First final of the season, our 9th under him through 8 seasons, and the super important first final for this completely rebuilt Klopp vintage, done in style with a superb, utterly dominant, controlling display from every last one of them, boxed!
Missed the first few minutes, despite being outside Craven Cottage with 25 minutes to KO, due to an absolute shambles of non-existent organisation. TFL, in there infinite wisdom, had decided to close Putney Bridge tube station, the closest, normal one the other side of the park, after the game. So that left a few options of around a half hour or so walk to others to get back for the last train. (Thats where the ‘super tiring’ comes in as you can’t get home from London after 10 midweek, but can on the line the other side of the Country. So drove to Leeds and went via there by train. F driving again after Bournemouth. Which ultimately didn’t get me back in the house until after 3. But I digress ….. ). So we chose Barons Court, and went there first to walk down to the ground so as to have an idea for the sprint back after. Which was all sound. Steady walk. Nice boozer the other aide of the ground. (Side-note- I say ‘nice’ ….. at 27 notes for a round of 4 that is debatable! But it wasn’t my round thankfully haha), and got to Craven Cottage at 7:35 PM ….. 25 minutes later, we’d finally walked the length of there Main Stand to get to our turnies!
Absolute gridlock carnage. No organisation whatsoever with the bizzies stood around doing F all. Loads missed the KO. And we only got in when we did for hoping through someone’s back garden, out the front, and round a side street! They just aren’t used to hosting a major semi-final. The KO should be delayed in a situation like that but again, the Police were stood doing nothing to sort it.
Now thats off my chest …..
Superb night once we were in, on and off the pitch. That temporary stand they have up that end was bouncing under your feet at the bouncing on top of it. Loved that the Maxi Rodriguez song got a loud airing. Brought back great memories of night games at Fulham. Bizarre incident after the goal with the flare nobody wanted to pick up off the pitch. And then when the fella’ finally came on to move it, he dispensed with his tongues and picked it up with his hands anyway!
Boss, celebratory vocal with pyro et al, all night.
Loving this side and never ever being worried about losing. Even when Fulham undeservedly equalised after we should have been way out of sight, extra-time never entered your mind as they always have the mentality to do what they need to do and see games out. Thought we were superb from back to front. Mac Allister was dominating the game with ridiculous ease. We robbed Brighton blind there. And a special shout-out to Bradley, Quansah and Bobby Clarke. Or should I say a special shout-out to Alex Inglethorpe, all the coaches at Kirkby, Vitor Matos, Jurgen, Pep et al. For the development of these lads, with repetition mirroring the first-team, day in, day out, has been honed over Jurgen’s 8 seasons to now make the step up from Academy level seamless. Conor and Jarrel were imperious again. But that Bobby Clarke is going to be a player yanno’. Absolutely fearless with a veteran pro’s head on his shoulders. Loved him taking the yellow for the boss professional foul at Arsenal. Loved him keeping it by the corner flag to help see the semi out last night.
This team is getting better and better by the passing game in its controlling dominance of teams. And thats leading to them being fresher by the game, along with Jurgen’s superb squad management this year, to leave yet another quadruple assault a very real prospect.
Roll on returning to Anfield South in 4 weeks for the first of, hopefully, 4 this season.
Roll on Sunday avvy for the next step to yet another final with Jurgen’s mighty red army!
*Sings …..
’Wem-ber-lee, Wem-ber-lee, We’re the greatest team in Europe and we’re going to Wem-ber-lee!’
Up the quadruple hungry Reds!
FTT!!!!!