It would be unfair to describe today's match at Goodison Park in which Liverpool notched up another underwhelming performance as a donkey derby. Everton are not donkeys although their season has not been an impressive one, hovering around mid-table and showing little sign of being able to progress out of it.
Again I chose not to watch the game, having given up half way through an abysmal performance against West Ham a few weeks back, never to resume viewing. I drifted in and out of the living room where my son was engrossed by it, glancing occasionally while talking to my friend Alfie on the phone to relay the score to him. From what I saw of the passing, it was a game best given a pass. Beating Watford and Bournemouth are nothing to crow about. You gotta be able to do it in the big boy's league. This team can't.
I suppose Goodison was a fitting venue for Liverpool to finally squander whatever delusions they continued to harbour about their championship potential. At least the ghost was given up on the territory of fellow Merseysiders. Better to be put out of their misery by their own, even though it will hardly feel like that. Derbys are often fratricidal affairs and the brother to emerge with bragging rights is despised much like Cain detested Abel. And Evertonians will brag - they finished off their great city rival's championship pretensions.
Sweet revenge for them after the Jordan Pickford howler that handed victory to Liverpool in the 96th minute the last time the sides met. The deflated Klopp who walked onto the pitch after today's game was not the Jubilant Jurgen who virtually summersaulted onto it that day. Liverpool didn't deserve to win then. They didn't deserve to win today either.
Having won only two out of their last six Premiership games, I never expected the Anfield side to step up to the plate. They were either going to draw against Watford or Everton. Winning both games seemed an impossibility. Seven points clear at Christmas, usually an unassailable position in English Premiership soccer, if there was ever a contender to upend the stats underscoring that it was the current Liverpool side.
We can expect Manchester City to win most if not all their remaining games. We can expect Liverpool to draw as many as they win. The drawn game has become the defining feature of this Liverpool side. The title is City's and Liverpool will be lucky to hold onto second place.
Years ago I would have been upset about an outcome like today's result. I still have not forgiven the side that squandered the double in the final minute of the season against Arsenal in 1989, the year so many fans were unlawfully killed by the cops six minutes into the FA Cup semi final against Nottingham Forest.
No more. My sorrow is simply for the fans, let down again by flatterers and deceivers. Bungling is what I have come to expect from this gaggle of fumblers and bumblers.
Anthony McIntyre blogs @ The Pensive Quill.
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