Brilliant opening post.
I've been plane hopping a lot recently, and missed a flight on the day of the Stoke game, and ended up staying in a hotel overnight. It was one of those rare occasions I've missed watching a Liverpool game. While on my travels, I even managed to watch the Fulham game (which I had a blast watching by the way), but here I had no wifi, and a TV which was one for the antique collection. So it was no surprise that when I turned it on, it worked for what seemed like a second and then switched to a black screen. I have no idea why I was even entertaining the thought that I'd turn it on and it would magically be showing the game. I eventually twisted and turned my way sleep knowing that I'd have to find a wifi network at the airport in the morning. I can't remember the last time I went to sleep knowing Liverpool were playing at that very exact time.
Arrived at the airport in the morning to find out my flight had been delayed, so I quickly scrambled to find an Internet hot spot. Came across one of those old kiosks which I was fully expecting not to work, with some requirement of payment needed before hand. To my surprise I could browse web pages, so instantly looked up the score as my fingers began to tremble.
It's an unexplainable feeling looking up the result after the match has ended, because a range of emotions start swirling through your head, but your ultimate wish is that you see a winning scoreline, doesn't matter how it happened. Then, somewhere in the back of your mind you think 'fuck it', even a draw at a place like Stoke and you wouldn't have to proceed with this plane journey with the thought of a defeat lingering over your head while you perplex over a theory of how they succumbed to a loss.
When the headline popped out at me, an immediate feeling of inconsolable disappointment engulfed me. I tried to click on the link to the article but the page stopped loading and then timed out. I just walked away and sat in the lounge in bewilderment for about 15 minutes, until the initial shock passed over. I then started to the think of all the things that have made me trust Rodgers. Without knowing the circumstances of the game.
I then began to mull over the season and how I've always believed in and supported Rodgers from day 1. Ever since he walked the through the doors you can see he gets Liverpool. Every principle of his is based on solid foundations. Every press interview he has done, has been completed in a dignified manner. Always with an element of hope.
I've always said on here, for a while now, that Rodgers is building something here, that when it comes to fruition is going to be mouthwatering. He hasn't had the necessary resources available to kick it in to top gear yet.
We are a good team with potential. Until we find the consistency, until we have the right players with firepower, and until the young gems have a few years of experience under their belt, we will be erratic. We will see ups and downs. Highs and lows. And disheartening defeats.
But if we don't support Rodgers now, and if he gets the hook by FSG at the end of the season because results haven't matched expectations we will be even more fucked than we have been the last few years. We simply cannot afford to reset the mileage button.
Let Rodgers grow the team. People may not like that notion, and a large section of the fanbase want immediate payback and results, but if you analyze the situation it simply isn't going to happen that quickly.
