First of all, like Rafa Benitez, q couple of facts for you; 1. The last time Bolton Wanderers won at Anfield was in the same month that Marilyn Monroe married Joe deMaggio (January 1954). And 2. Last season it took us nine games to get seven points, the same we have now after our third game.
Oh, one more fact: Luis Suárez is quite good at football. Every inch, every corner, every nook and every cranny of the pitch belongs to him. He is the man who brought the fear back to Anfield. The Uruguayan is a terror. He is sheer, unbridled terror. He is a bewitching, dazzling menace, spreading roiling panic in his wake. The twenty-four-year-old may not have scored here, as Bolton were comfortably dispatched, but he does not need a goal. He does not even need the ball. His presence alone is a torment.
Gary Cahill, rated at £17m, and Zat Knight - a reliable if unspectacular Premier League campaigner- were the humiliated Wily E. Coyotes to Suárez’s Road Runner. This was a central defensive pair reduced to fear and farce by an unrelenting foe.
It was just him though, the match was a triumph for our three new midfielders. Jordan Henderson and Charlie Adam both scored their first goals for the club (the former’s was a stunner) while Stewart Downing ought to have done, the former Villa player quickly looking an absolute steal. People may critice the £47m spent on them but today was a vindication of King Kenny’s judgement as they each produced unanswerable demonstrations of their quality. Then there’s José Enrique, bargain of the season at £6m. Playing for us must seem a world away from the Russian roulette of being part of Newcastle’s defence.
A quick word about Martin Škrtel who not only scored a brilliant headed goal but looked unnaturally comfortable as an attacking right wing-back. With him, Martin Kelly and John Flanagan it’s going to be hard for Glen Johnson to get a game this season.
Last point, I don’t know if Pepe Reina was banking on a clean-sheet bonus today, but he went absolutely postal at Jamie Carragher after conceding that goal. Commitment. Something you can see shared with every player in a red shirt at the moment.
It’s gonna be a good season.
Justice for the ninety-six. YNWA.