Football is bloody demanding, with players are getting fat and rich. It's crazy, and managers are they to keep it that way.
Everyone following football now is witnessing the downfall of Liverpool. I never really found them a threat to Arsenal's hopes of anything and I am justified in any way to say that. They meet the young boys and get fucked up by a four-goal haul by Arshavin. I know that's quite some time ago but now with mid-table mediocrity, their legacy is less vivid than it has ever been. Sole dependence on their ferocious captain and their pretty Spaniard has left them exhausted, lost and as wounded as ever. It's not pretty at all.
Until recently, with the return of Dalglish.
Tonight I saw the spark. His return after all these years has boiled a craze among fans. What he did before he left in the early 90's is nothing short of spectacular, but it's a new game now. Within months any manager, great or shite, can get a boot up their arse for not delivering instantaneous results. He may not have started on a very bright note, but the performance against Wolves tonight was a display of a certain revival that's possible. The flair was there, the passing was fluid enough, the initiative was encouraging and the results were delivered. Torres started finding his scoring boots again and it's an inspiration we all need to witness in football.It's still too early to say though. New managers have come to propel their teams to greatness before; however, they still die off in the long run. Take Juande Ramos for example, or Rafa Benitez, or Avram Grant; all lifting Spurs, Liverpool and Chelsea respectively for a brief moment and then losing steam.
Will King Kenny lose steam?





