Liverpool FC has just won their first trophy since 2006.
Their fans are like ours; passionate and emotional, and accustomed to lean
times. Cardiff City, the underdogs from a lower division, were worthy
opponents, but no one likes to see a game decided on penalties. Football, like
life, can only have one winner. There are a number of former Celtic players
managing in England: Kenny Dalglish at Liverpool, Paul Lambert at Norwich,
David Moyes at Everton, Malky Mackay at Cardiff, Tony Mowbray at Middlesbrough,
Paulo DiCanio at Swindon and poor Steve Kean at Blackburn. It’s possible that,
one day, Neil Lennon will ply his trade down there, but not until he has
achieved all he can in the SPL.
Had our rivals not been docked ten points, we would still be
ten points ahead. We have won twenty successive domestic games, eighteen of
those in the league, and not lost a goal away from home in the SPL since the
beginning of November. Records are there to be broken, and on the day that this
run comes to an end, we can all breathe a sigh of relief, safe in the knowledge
that everyone is human again and normality has been restored, but how I wish
that all of time could be like this.
One wet Wednesday evening and one wet Saturday afternoon;
two wins and two more hairpins on the long and winding road to success
negotiated with ease. OK, I’m lying. Negotiated with confidence, that’s what I
mean to say. How robust is that confidence, though? So used to winning
nowadays, how would they cope if they went three-nil down? I hope I don’t get
an answer to those questions any time soon.
Finally, at the risk of sounding like a broken record,
Charlie Mulgrew proved, yet again, what an asset he is to this team.
Unfortunately, due to modern technology being rubbish, I am unable to link to
decent video footage of his goal on Wednesday, and that of Victor Wanyama’s
effort against Hearts in December, for the purpose of saying whose was the
best. I’ll just need to wait for the DVD.
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