A Harty Perfomance

We had waited for this one. We sure had. Manchester City visiting the Kop. They were from enduring a loss in the Big Boys Game (read Champions League) and they were handling another stern test. And oh boy, Mancini was all out in an attacking mode. He had his three midgets out there. Nasri, Kun and their main string puller DAVID SILVA. You may wonder why I have put DAVID SILVA'S name in caps lock. Here is the reason why, he is a bad motherfucker. It takes one puppeteer to recognize another. The damages he has inflicted on teams this season is second to none. His reverse balls, his surgical through passes. Just beautiful, freaking beautiful. And here he was in a midfield that was to put Lucas Leiva, Henderson and Charlie Adam to the test.

Balotelli and Dzeko were on the bench for this one and Mancini's intentions were as clear as triple distilled vodka. He was out to score. Another bloke on the bench was Andy Caroll, 35 million pounds of a waste of footballing skin. Beside him was one man who has been a stalwart in the Liverpool defence, Carragher. This surely was set out to be a thriller.

And to our expectation it was. End to end stuff. At times I would even forget about the cold beer I had infront of me. As we expected, the blue quarter of Manchester was out to prove themselves contenders and not pretenders. The captain led by example he a-Kompany-ed his goal well. (hmmm that sounded lame, carry on though).

What transpired next is what is becoming a trend. An own goal from John Lescott. I blame his hair cut.
The game had switched gears, both teams were in it to win it now (not that they weren't from the beginning, but you get me...no?...ok ).

The second half was another story, Nasri failed to open up the Liverpool midfield. There was a time Nasri used to weave through defences like a death eater. Nowadays, he weaves through benches of away teams on a fat ass salary. Oh well, money talks loudest. DAVID SILVA was chasing shadows in the middle of the Kop. Lucas Leiva did his job quielty and efficiently, he broke play so well. He won tackles, aerial balls, he did everything perfectly. That monster of a man in Yaya Toure could not help either in the midfield. It was a bad day in the office. Milner and Barry had yellow cards and with the way the game had fired up, a red card was in the calling.

Out went Nasri, in came Balotelli. I am inclined to think that boy spends a lot of money on his hair. A Mohawk is as bad as it is, but what was that on his head. Anywho Mancini wanted to wrap up this one and move 6 points clear above Man Utd. But on coming on for a few minutes, Mario needlessly fouled Johnson and received his first yellow. The fiery Italian got his marching orders when he elbowed the Slovakian looking Ex Mossad,KGB looking assassin player Skrtel. Liverpool now had a clear chance.

The tricky king of nutmegs Suarez was at it again, running rings around the filthy rich Man City players. Kuyt put in a work rate that only a few can. But one man who put in an exemplary shift is JOE HART. England have found their tournament winner in this lad. He put his life for the team. Finger tip saves, reflexes of a cat, great command in the air.

Liverpool threw their all. Corners, free-kicks, headers..every thing. But J.H wasn't to be deterred. In the dying minutes of the game, he was at full stretch to deny Andy Caroll a sure winner. He then got up again and cleared a drive across goal from the toothy Suarez .

If this game did not give you a boner, then I am afraid you are gay.


P.S From Liverpool cult hero to 50 Million pound bench-warmer. Torres. He came on as a 77th minute substitute. The game was already won. Guess Chelsea don't need him after all.


P.S P.S Barcelona lost.