The tasteless side to Popcorn Football

When John Henry strolled along the Florida boulevards with Martinez, then eventually settled for Rodgers, clearly someone had whispered in his ear about the sort of football Liverpool ought to be playing.

Saturday’s whirligig must have delighted him.

Others might beg to differ. I’m obviously not averse to popping party balloons and pissing in the punch but this was precisely why many have reservations about our current incarnation.