I’m utterly pissed off.
Brighton were precisely the sort of team, given our improvement and last two results, to spoil the party.
They needed a good game plan and a bit of good fortune - they had both - Bissouma had Bobby in his pocket for large periods.
It helped them too that too many Liverpool players were injured, out of position, or just flat. When your first choice keeper, centre backs, and wide forwards (Sadio and Jota) are missing, plus you midfield anchor (Fabinho is a big miss at present), the players filling in are either short of matches (because they haven’t played because they’re not trusted other than when we’re down to the bare bones), or they’re knackered because they’ve played too much (and in Milly’s case, showing clear signs age is catching up).
Let’s cut to the chase - when a bit of steel, devilment and sheer bloodymindedness are required, Divock has been found wanting since Funes Mori (fucking Everton, it’s just too often) crocked him. Ox is a shadow of the player who rashly had a flying knee contest with the much sturdier Kolarov. Keita? so much promise, so much ‘not again’.
Some pragmatists argue there are no football gods. It’s all to do with other more rational things when fortune fucks off.
They may be right. I’m too far down the rabbit hole to believe other than what my eyes and brain tell me: we are just getting fuck all from those football goods, the bastards.