Losing in the honeymoon suite
Posted on May 20, 2016
FOOTBALL FANS are characteristically fickle, especially when you turn a winning position into a defeat in the space of a few minutes. Managers and players go from “hero to zero” almost instantly.
Liverpool, May 18, 2016. Those supporters who haven’t helped swell sleepy Basel to uncomfortable levels are taking up vantage points in the city to watch Liverpool take on Sevilla in the Europa League final. Around 9,000 of them headed for the Echo arena, where large screens would allow Liverpool fans to watch their heroes in action.
There was a buzz of expectation around the city. Red-shirts were seen early in the day, colours were being sold on street corners and the Liverpool Echo was full of coverage, with free posters urging the reds on. Liverpool is one of the few cities that still have news vendors selling the local newspaper. They are always good for a chat if you engage them on football. “This is a special city, pal,” said the friendly chap outside the arena. “And this is a special club. Anyone in any city will tell you the same about their city, but I’m not a scouser and I tell yer, this is a special place. The city, the club, it is in the fans’ blood. You’ve got your Arsenals and Chelseas in London, but Liverpool represents the city (he forgot about Everton), the club means so much – probably too much – to the fans.”
As he spoke, a long line of Liverpool fans started to extend beyond the entrance to the arena. A cardboard cut-out of Juergen Klopp was attracting a lot of attention. The women like Klopp, “he’s the best-looking manager we’ve had for a long time,” joked one fan, who also made a case for Roy Evans (!), “in a cuddly, mature way, of course.” The jury isn’t exactly out on Klopp, but the honeymoon is probably going to be over soon. Two finals in his first season represent some achievement, but Liverpool are desperate to break back into the upper echelons again.
In my hotel, veteran scousers recounted tales of European campaigns old. “My Dad was in Rome in 1977 and 1984, I was in Istanbul in 2005 and my lad is out in Switzerland right now…it’s in the family,” said Joe from Speke. I asked him what he thought about Klopp and he said, cautiously, “I think he could be great, he has a lot of charisma, jumps around a lot, but he will have to win something. We are Liverpool, we used to win things, big things, but for years now, we have been chasing the other clubs with more money. We’ve bought some complete garbage at times, especially under Rodgers, who was SO bad for the club. Klopp is going to have to buy some quality in the summer if we want to change where we are today.”
Standing among people who so clearly love their club is quite humbling. I felt like an uninvited guest at a wedding or family party. For a start, I didn’t have a Liverpool shirt on and I didn’t speak the same language. Sevilla are Europa League specialists and as such, represent a tough hurdle for a Liverpool side that had blown hot and cold all season. Spain has emerged in the past few years as the dominant force in European club football. For the past two seasons, they have won all the trophies on offer and with Sevilla in the Europa and Real Madrid and Atletico Madrid in the Champions League, there’s every chance it will happen again. The game kicked off, and the hotel echoes to the sound of “come on, red men”.
Every face is intensively involved, every attack greeted with hope and exclamation. Then Liverpool score and the place erupts. It was a great finish, a left shot with the outside of the boot from Daniel Sturridge. “Yeeeeeeessssss.” You could hear noise in the street coming from every bar or pub. By half-time, Liverpool were looking good. The shaggy-haired lad standing next to me, who could have been a refugee from an Echo & the Bunnymen concert, along with his girlfriend who looked like a dark-haired young Margi Clarke, both Anfield regulars, said the key was to not concede in the early stages of the restart. As he turned away, Sevilla equalised. “Too late, mate, they have already scored,” I said. It was the impressive Kevin Gameiro who netted the equaliser, slotting home after good work by Mariano Ferreira.
The mood started to change. Liverpool were on the rack and more expletives filled the air. The fans started to direct their ire at Liverpool’s former Sevilla defender Alberto Moreno, who was having a very poor game against his old club. “Someone ******* tell him he has to defend,” shouted one wag.
Sevilla ran Liverpool ragged in the second half and by the 70th minute, the Spaniards were 3-1 ahead, both goals scored by Andújar Moreno. In the hotel, the mood became sombre. One fan stood with his head on the counter of the bar, another shook his head in disgust. “Shankly, Paisley, Dalglish, Steve G…what the **** have we got now. Muppets.” I looked at his forearm and there was a tattoo of a craggy man, no hair. It was more Picasso than Rembrandt, but I could just make out that it was either Yul Brynner or Bill Shankly. I assumed it was the latter. “Christ knows what he’d make of this lot,” he added.
Over in Basel, the Liverpool fans were singing “You’ll never walk alone”, a sure sign that they had accepted defeat and the song of condolence and undying loyalty was in the air. A few fans, by now turning their backs from the TV screen to joke with the girl behind the bar who was – get this – from Seville!. Another couple were softly singing “YNWA” along with the TV.
“They’re a decent side, that Seville,” laughed one Liverpool fan, the kind of comment that would be made by a Koppite when the reds had walloped someone like Chelsea or Stoke City at fortress Anfield in the 1970s. “But the sort of team we used to turn over in Europe. Ah **** it we’ve done well to get this far with this team. The board has got to give Klopp the cash to build a decent team.”
The whistle went, the bar emptied and all was quiet. Many hearts were broken – the revival would have to wait. The sound was turned off on the TV and music piped over the airwaves. On the screen a bunch of Spanish footballers were not only celebrating a third consecutive Europa League but entry to the UEFA Champions League in 2016-17. As for Liverpool, they’re not even in Europe next season. At least Klopp won’t have many distractions as he tries to rekindle the flame on Merseyside.