With the world going haywire a goalless draw on a ground where Liverpool often embarrass themselves won’t make a dent in anyone’s demeanour.
Just look at America now; from JFK to WTF? Evolution is a sick joke.
Reds of a superstitious bent and historical obsessions (are there any other kind?) know Liverpool’s best team wreaked havoc in the year Thatcher and Reagan were elected.
The Eighties got worse for everyone else, while swivel-eyed right-wingers and LFC lorded it.
The political signals suggest Liverpool could return to such domination (and under a German, no less) – but only if the planet holds out.
International football did its usual job last week of raising blood pressure in the Merseyside area.
A social media meltdown about Adam Lallana’s injury (imagine that a year ago) proved well founded. He’s going to miss a few games, just when he’s been playing great. Typical.
It reinforces the widely-held belief here that international managers have one solitary ambition; to pluck the nerves of the Liverpool manager.
It was one less ex-player to taunt Southampton with, anyway. A trip to St Mary’s feels like taking the Elgin marbles back to Greece for the day.
There was a little sniffy grumbling about the annual abuse of Dejan Lovren, from people who’ll be doing the same to Raheem Sterling next month.
“Ah, but you don’t leave Liverpool to better yourself do you?”
Those Champions League medals in the cabinets of Mascherano, Torres and Suarez are presumably chocolate wrapped in gold foil.
‘Coutinho to Barcelona’ hints are starting again, which makes everyone anxious. We are a nervous bunch.
Klopp decided to leave Lovren out on the pitch this time, despite those naughty Southampton fans objecting to how he behaved two years ago.
Last season he was a bit too clever and subbed him at half time. Cue one last chance for Martin Skrtel to destroy everything.
This year was different. They hardly laid a glove on us. To an extent Southampton were intimidated by how we’ve thrashed others.
Sadio Mane ruined us last time, so we’d already solved that one by buying him. He had one or two moments but generally this was a tired, slightly overwhelmed performance. Coutinho got some rough treatment but he too looked jaded. When his chance came he took too long and kept on his left foot. Previous games he’d been turning inside and burying it.
There were chances that should have gone in but not this week. Firmino had one of those days and everyone thought Sturridge would arrive sooner or later.
It was later. There’s ego involved certainly, Klopp’s not going to simply bow to Little Englander pressure for match practise for their man.
Liverpool were top, scoring more goals than anybody and Sturridge hasn’t got one of them. Like any manager you care to name he wasn’t changing a winning formula, but Saturday cried out for Sturridge and it all felt slightly begrudging and panicky. The player had a genuine grievance on Saturday. We were like the home team. You can take that as a compliment or fret about others doing the same and refusing to come out and play. ‘Fret’ seems fashionable nowadays.
The team’s been on a great run, so somehow it felt like a loss. As it gets crowded at the top it’s worth noting Liverpool still have a home fixture/away fixture imbalance that benefiting everybody else.
In the ensuing panic to get a winner everyone almost forgot the clean sheet. It wasn’t just lack of ambition from the home team. Joel Matip looks the part every week, something that’s been ignored while the Reds dazzle at the other end.
Well, they usually do. One blank Saturday isn’t so bad. Make it two, and the murmurs will grow louder.
Welcome to ‘Life At Anfield Phase 2’, Jurgen.