Weblog: The football punter
Lull gives us a chance to mull over recent clues
DEPRESSING, isn’t it? This is supposed to be the season of goodwill to all men, but the absence of any football is making me a misery.
Listen to any manager or player on telly and all they can do is whine about the number of matches there are at this time of year - which I suppose makes a change from the other things on their tick-lists they are contractually obliged to whine about. Referees, fourth officials, Manchester City’s spending power, growing injury lists, the shape of the ball, the utterly unwarranted acceptance that Miranda is funny, and so on.
But number of games? Are there any today? I think not, and for those of us staring at a rapidly emptying booze supply and the last remnants of the turkey, praying earnestly that Mrs B doesn’t dive into her River Cottage cookbook for some late inspiration for left-overs because it’s guaranteed that whatever she cooks up is more likely to taste like the front cover than the dish itself, this drought is distressing.
What Boxing Day gave us was a few tidy pointers, however, going into the next set of fixtures. Some things to bear in mind, such as one win over Fulham doesn’t make Liverpool a good team. Those days are long gone.
Unless they buy a proper centre forward – and just because Danny Sturridge wants it stipulated in his deal that he is a centre-forward doesn’t mean he is one – they are still bottom-half candidates.