The Aftermath

I feel like hell this morning. It's hard to describe that feeling.

Someone said he knew before the game that Man U will win. According to him, the asian handicap climbed before the game. Liverpool was 'heavy' last night (ie. many people bought Liverpool to at least draw, if not win). It was true that many pundits had predicted a draw. Some even went for a win. Perhaps that explained why Mascherano got himself sent off. Got what I mean? I just could not understand it. Thought about it the whole day and, to me, that was the only logical explanation. Why did he run almost a full 50m to where Steve Benett was, just to ask him why Torres was yellow-carded?? He's certainly not dumb and stupid!! He already had a yellow card earlier and the papers in UK were all talking about players showing dissent and disrespect for officials over the last few days before the game. For an international player with experience, that was just shocking!!

Even with 10men, we were a pale shadow of our usual self. We needed a match winner and there was none. All season long, we have been guilty of some slack defending. The second goal was a gift to them and that gay-boy had it easy. Alonso should have provided a stiffer challenge to Ronaldo's header. Forget about the third goal. The game was long over by then. I can't recall what happened after that. It was all a blur.

To win the league, we need to win games like those last night. Unless we can do that, it depresses me even more to realise that the league title may not be returning to Anfield anytime soon.

The cure for all this pain will present itself this weekend. Kick Everton's ass in the much-awaited Liverpool derby, stretch the gap for fourth placing to 5 points and I am sure all this pain will be forgotten.