Despite the disappointing first half of the 2009-2010 season, the calendar year of 2009 has been a good one for Liverpool FC. It was so nearly a great one but some shockingly biased refereeing decisions at Old Trafford prevented Rafa from ending our twenty-year wait for a League title. However, between March and May we were treated to some of the finest attacking displays that supporters of my generation have ever had the pleasure of witnessing with such consistency. We were good enough to win the League and deserved to be Champions. In how many other calendar years could we have said that since 1990?
2009 began badly for Rafa with the media savagely attacking him after his criticism of Alex Ferguson and his stooges. Failure to win a single League game in the month of January (for the second successive year) enabled Fergie’s chums in the media to claim our boss was cracking up and that “Rafa rant” had derailed our season. It was pure nonsense, of course, but drab performances at Stoke and Wigan sandwiching derby draws did little to help Rafa’s cause.
February saw some mixed results beginning with a richly deserved 2-0 home win over Chelsea to complete our first ever Premiership double over them. An injury-ravaged team was then dumped out of the FA Cup at Goodison Park after having to play over an hour with 10-men after Lucas got himself sent off. We never looked like winning but appeared on course for a penalty shoot-out until some fat kid fluked a deflected winner in the dying seconds of extra time. For the Bitter Blues, this was better than winning the Cup itself – good job really seeing as they couldn’t manage to win the Cup itself despite leading in the Final. A Mickey-mouse team then did its best to lose at Portsmouth before the big guns came off the bench to snatch another 3-2 win at the death. We then failed to perform at home to Man City and a 1-1 draw appeared to have killed off our title chances. Thoughts turned to the Champions League and with a memorable 1-0 win over Real Madrid in the Bernabeu, Rafa gave us yet another fantastic European glory night. If the draw over Man City had killed our title hopes, the game at Middlesbrough was like a funeral procession with quality and character nowhere to be seen.
Then came March...
From the minute David Ngog opened the scoring against Sunderland to help us to a nervy but much-needed 2-0 win, we transformed into a ruthless juggernaut on a direct course to the League title. In surely one of the finest weeks ever to be a Liverpool fan, Real Madrid were battered 4-0 at Anfield and days later we steamrolled the Mancs 4-1 at Old Trafford. Suddenly the chants of “Rafa’s cracking up!” stuck in the throats of the simpleton Mancunian scumbags and instead it was Fergie who wilted. United lost at Fulham and the title chase was back on. We hammered Aston Villa 5-0 before doing what the Mancs couldn’t by winning at Fulham. The Mancs meanwhile, went 1-0 and 2-1 down at home to Aston Villa before some helpful refereeing and wonder strike from a rookie Italian gifted them 3 more points than they deserved.
Without Mascherano we lost 3-1 at home to Chelsea in the Champions League and looked dead and buried. In truth, we were but we wouldn’t go without a fight. At Stamford Bridge we took a 2-0 lead before half-time needing just one more to complete a remarkable comeback. Then after a rare error by Reina allowed Drogba to halve the deficit, Chelsea’s divers took centre stage conning the referee into awarding a succession of free kicks that enabled them to take a 3-2 lead. Game over... or so you would think. Back we came to 3-3 then 4-3 and again we needed just one more goal to go through. Unfortunately, in chasing the game, Rafa had taken off the majority of our defenders and an unmarked fat bastard luckily clipped a shot off the post to level at 4-4. We were out but with pride intact.
In between those Chelsea games, we gave Blackburn a good 4-0 spanking to take our goal tally to 21 goals in 7 games while the Mancs were bailed out by a deflected goal from their rookie Italian as they looked certain to drop points at Sunderland. Then in one of the most ridiculous matches ever, we played Arsenal off the park at Anfield only to concede four goals to a player who did little else but shoot four times. Our second 4-4 draw in two matches had now left our title hopes hanging by a thread but hope remained as the Mancs looked anything but Champions in waiting.
The title race was decided at Old Trafford when referee Howard Webb awarded the Mancs a penalty against Spurs for no reason other than to help United overturn a 2-0 deficit. Spurs had led and defended bravely but the farcical decision shattered their belief and they ended up losing 5-2.
Had United lost, with Liverpool at the time top of the table following their 3-1 win at Hull, Liverpool would surely have gone on to win the League. Webb ensured the title went to Old Trafford.
Our season wound down with a couple of 3-0 wins over Newcastle and West Ham followed by a 2-0 win at West Brom and finally a 3-1 home win over Spurs in which we said goodbye to Sami Hyypia.
We finished the 2009-2010 season with our highest points total in any Premiership season; the highest points total by any runner up in a Premiership season; the fewest number of defeats by any runner up in a Premiership season, and top scorers in the Premiership that season. We deserved to be Champions but ultimately Webb ensured that did not happen.
Expectations soared after our near miss and we fantasised over which star players might join us in the summer to boost our squad ahead of a new challenge. Instead we lost one of our most important players after a disgracefully arrogant pursuit by Real Madrid. The striker we craved was not signed and we were forced to bring back Voronin from the Bundesliga. With a weaker squad, our only hopes to win the League rested on Torres and Gerrard remaining fit and in form. Sadly, they both got injured along with pretty much everyone else in the squad.
The desperate misfortune on the injury front was coupled with some outrageous bad luck on the pitch as we conceded goals by players who should have been suspended, beach balls, once-in-a-lifetime wonder strikes by fairly average players and jammy Russians. As if that was not bad enough, more than 10 clear-cut penalties we should have been awarded were waved away by referees and then Lee Mason declared war on Liverpool FC making it his mission to send as many of our players off for no reason as he can get away with before the FA realise he is corrupt.
As a consequence we go into 2010 chasing fourth place in the League and competing in the Europa League. It is not what we wanted or expected as the 2008-09 season came to an end but it was an inevitable consequence of the refusal by Gillett and Hicks to invest money in our football club – money that they had promised to invest in order to convince the former establishment to sell them the club.
For 2010, my hopes are as follows:
- That Torres and Gerrard stay fit and in form and bang in loads of goals between January and May
- That we put together a run of wins and finish in the top four
- That we win either the FA Cup or the Europa League
- That Gillett and Hicks either fuck off or find a way of giving Rafa the funds required to make us competitive in the Premiership
- That Rafa uses his budget well and signs players that improve the strength of our first team and squad
- That other clubs are dumb enough to give us money for Voronin, Dossena and Babel
- That Man Ure do not win the Premiership
- That City’s owner goes bust
- That we end 2010 top of the Premiership (and in through to the Champions League knock-out stages)
If all or most of that comes to pass, 2010 will be a very happy New Year!