Anfield in itself is not in a very good place right now.
There’s enthusiasm for Klopp, sure, but it’s muted; a suppressed man-crush that dare not speak (or sing) its name.
The Kop can barely raise a decibel for anything nowadays, other than to abuse Simon Mignolet, which is fair enough. Even the flags are missing thanks to petty club interference.
It was also a sad weekend after we lost one of Shankly’s heroes, Gerry Byrne, the man who played for five days without a rib cage (if you can believe my dad’s Chinese Whispers of yore).
Even sadder for poor Sturridge, who now gets brazenly compared to a Liverpudlian colossus.
Byrne was one of those men quarried not born, that lifted this club up on their shoulders in the 60s; out of the doldrums and straight to the top.
They were men apart, incomparable to any era if we’re honest, and yet the reaction to Sturridge’s breakdowns reveals the wider contempt most oldies have for modern football.
We could be talking about the end of a career here but you’d never guess.
The money these players are on automatically disqualifies them from anything as effete as concern.
The lad nearly won the league for us in 2014 but that feels decades ago now and Klopp’s clumsy pronouncements didn’t help.
Fans could now suspect that a lazy footballer may even be plotting à la Sterling, creating his own wave of hatred which then “drives” him away.
Anfield is often quiet and you rarely witness the full-on passion of visits to Stamford Bridge or the Etihad from players or fans.
It’s an average team that still thinks it’s too big to show respect for anyone down below.
They’ll give their all for Chelsea, Arsenal and City, even United (a fat lot of good it ever does) but Bordeaux? Swansea? Who they?
The list of beatable mediocrity that’s walked out of this place with a point or three is becoming a real concern.
Swansea nearly joined them and they wouldn’t have had to do much for it.
A ten-minute period at 1-0 is arguably the most frightened I’ve seen any Liverpool defence since Thierry Henry flicked on turbo-power against Carragher in 2003.
Andre Ayew shouldn’t be causing that.
Every touch was panicky. Cite atmosphere and nerves all you want but it wasn’t the fans doing this.
It was the players, pure and simple.
So much for Firmino, he’s now had two dreadful games after pulling City apart.
Conditions were bad, admittedly, and you certainly couldn’t blame lack of effort. It just didn’t feel right at all.
Wondering what would be written if Liverpool hadn’t won three games in a row?
Fair enough I suppose, but this was not convincing stuff.
You blow out your cheeks, thank your God if you have one and hope form returns alongside results. It could just as easily go the other way.
No, we weren’t helped by a referee who gave the sort of performance where you check his birthplace and raise at least one eyebrow.
That didn’t really affect the Reds’ first half display though. We just didn’t show up.
For two games in a row we’ve been helped by defensive lapses at a time when it was looking quite dicey.
That won’t keep happening.
Past players are appearing during the half-time penalty ‘entertainment’.
Fowler one week, Keegan and McDermott the next. It’s like they’re mocking us now.
Nice to see Henderson back. Nice to hear Daniel hasn’t burned all his bridges with the fans. Nice to get the three points.
Apart from that, you’re struggling.
It was all Swansea after the goal.
Klopp can fix that but he’s having his eyes prised open by some of these home performances.
Two away games to come. Thank God.