This season?
It hurts and it's confusing.
This season had a glimmer of hope for a long time, it offered itself to us, it was redeemable, it was there for the taking. We could have mined some gold out of it until the end, but it wasn't to be. Liverpool FC folded - in more ways then one. I would say that we have laid the foundations for this season's shocking endgame and it's bitter aftertaste in two major failings.
First is obviously our approach to transfers last summer, our apparently near-complete lack of competence to properly spot a player, honestly evaluate his worth and seal the deal quickly and decisively. This part of our story made sure we're almost all throughout the season short of both goals and real, battle-hardened experience. It's pretty strange and telling, considering that we needed to replace real, proven, tested quality and real goals, that we chose to do so by a series of punts and gambles. This tells me that our management repeatedly overvalues it's intelligence and knowledge - this arrogance probably sparked by deals for Coutinho and Sturridge (Daniel in my opinion isn't worth very much more to us then what we paid for him - since he hardly plays and this isn't likely to change). So the pride came before the fall - and what a glorious 'thump' we made.
Second mistake was in our flimsy and soft approach to progressing in European competitions. The way we half-heartedly, spiced with a serious stench of rookie-spirit on the bench, dropped out of Champions league, then out of Europa - well, enough to say I think it set us up for the half-hearted and flimsy performances that are crown jewels of this season, like vs Stoke or vs Villa at Wembley. Players got a bit too used to 'Hey, there's another competiton, don't worry' mode. We narrowed our battlefield constantly, shifting the point of focus away whenever we failed to achieve something.
Out of the CL group? It's ok, we'll win the Europa.
Out of the Europa? It's ok, we have the cups and the League?
Out of the cups? It's ok, we're fighting for the CL spot?
Out of the CL spot? It's ok, we're sending Gerrard off.
Sending Gerrard off with a 6-1 humiliation?
It's ok, next season.
Is it really ok though?
Well, I don't think it is and I'm still hoping in the aftermath of this season to see LFC come out swinging wildly, fighting with every bit of it's resources to attract more quality in all areas. Is there a better manager we can get? If there is - get him. Same goes for players, scouts, coaches and whoever else. Raise expectations, raise standards and do it constantly and purposefuly.
About Rodgers a bit.
My biggest concern is this - he stays and has a seriously shit period of games before Christmas.
This is by no means beyond the realm of possibility. What do we do then? Well, whatever we do we'll probably lose that season in any meaningful way. Is it worth the risk? Perhaps, but it isn't an easy answer.
Let's forget the horrible crescendo of this season for a moment. Let's say we cruised with average results to 5th place instead and Rodgers is relatively safe. In my opinion he still starts the next season with very high expectations. He simply must win something and get the CL place next season to secure his job. This is just the way it is - you can't stay in a job like this for four seasons without tangible results. As it stands now, after the way the season played out, he's on an almost impossibly short leash. Combine this heightened level of pressure with his inexperience and I believe that he is almost certain to fail if he stays next season.
But no matter how deep this hole we find ourselves in, replacing Rodgers only really makes sense if we compliment that stroke of deciseveness by getting a better manager and simultaneously fixing the shocking level of incompetence we display when buying and selling players. This is not an easy task and it'll take a significant level of 'raising expectations', probably more then LFC is ready to bother with for now but it remains to be seen.
All I can say is I hope the pile of shit this season is in the end - turns out to be fertilizer for something new and glorious, not just a pile of shit in the middle of the room it is now.