Xabi Alonso was the most vital cog in the Rafa Benitez Liverpool machine. And when Alonso left, the engine gradually began to seize up, to the point where the Liverpool machine just could't race against the best anymore. When Xabi left I kidded myself into thinking that we could replace him and mount another title challenge, but deep down (even though I refused to admit it to myself) I knew I was wrong. I guess I was in denial.
How can one accurately describe Xabi Alonso? An artist whos canvas is the very football pitch he stands upon, with his nimble feet acting as the brushes to paint masterpiece after masterpiece? A matador who entices all before him, before sweeping aside and sending his memesis to embrace thin air? A master of smoke an mirrors who leaves opponents chasing in his wake? His ability has been questioned on here many times, and I've lurked and read the threads concerning him, but at his best, he is a grade A central midfielder
18 months ago we destroyed Real Madrid at Anfield. The current world cup winning captain could only stand on his goal line and shake his head defeatedly, as Xabi Alonso propelled the Liverpool machine towards anhialating one of the biggest names in world world football. Xabi is now at Madrid, his partner in crime is in Barcelona, and the general who gave them their orders is now in Milan. It just makes you want to cry, doesn't it?