Hard weather softening us up

WHEN my slightly tarnished yet still bafflingly beloved Reds aren’t playing, I’ll often watch another match instead.

If we’re in the middle of a rancid run of form, I sometimes forget a golden rule; don’t watch Arsenal. The way they play the game may be heartwarming, but the comparison whittles away at whatever self-respect was left.

Ironic they have a player called Cliché – well, Clichy – but their passing and movement, what was once called The Liverpool Groove, remember – is a joy.