A foul task dealing with wild Rovers

THE unerring way this column reverses fortune would make me a rich man with an array of dazzling beauties, ahem, ‘hounding’ me if only I could word it correctly.

Having said we never score three goals in a game any more, you could get good odds on Liverpool doing precisely that the next day! Granted, it was only against a team named after a bladder infection but… Actually, no buts. We only did what we should have done at Anfield, and not very efficiently at that. The first half in general, and their goal in particular, gave cause for concern.

I can’t be bothered with zonal marking’s intricacies and advantages, but if someone just stands there with yards of space and casually heads it into a gaping net, a brief return to the drawing board might not be the worst idea in the world.