Talk is cheap and goals hard to come by

AS the unofficial King of the Miserablists it is my duty to nail feet firmly to the ground each time it looks like Liverpool have a chance of winning the league.

Before my ass is dragged into The Hague’s courts I’ll keep wielding the hammer until captured by the forces of Optimism. And maybe Hell will freeze over eventually. It’s certainly cold enough.

I needn’t point out what our response would have been in August, once offered first place and comfortable European qualification by December.