I can’t get over how solid the team looked as a unit on Sunday. Everywhere you looked somebody was doing his job well and working hard to help out a teammate. As a supporter this is great to see, particularly as part of a winning performance.
In the last days of the Sanchez empire the team had become so much less than the sum of its already dubious parts. Clint Dempsey, lowering his guard for a moment, suggested that the team had ended up trying to “jump the ball in”. It was a nice description of some not nice football.
But now things look different. Suddenly everyone out there is playing quite well, and, bizarrely, is somehow very likeable. Stalteri and Hughes are still in my thoughts now, two men who seem, on the surface, to be throwbacks to another time when players let their football do the talking and got on with doing a solid and unspectacular job. You could almost imagine either in a 50s private eye film (Paul Stalteri as Sam Spade?), but we’ll save that thought for another day.
The difference between Sunday, when Danny Murphy led and received a standing ovation, and previous games, where half the crowd would boo Seol or Baird or Kamara was staggering. Not to get too middle class or anything*, but it was a much more enjoyable afternoon. I hated the last few games after Sanchez. Not just because of the losing or the football, but because of the negativity in the air, because of that booing. Now we all see hope. There is a great sense of optimism, that we can all be part of something thrilling.
Many of us have said that it might be more fun to win a few games in the Championship, but I wonder if those wins could ever feel like this one. Would there not be a slight feeling of expectations being met after every win? I’ve said before that I don’t get Chelsea supporters: they turn up, and either they’ll wander along to another boring win or they’ll be bitterly disappointed by everything else. Where’s the hope? Where’s the prolonged drama in that? Can they ever feel like we did yesterday? Doubt it.
But we shouldn’t get too carried away by one very solid performance – football teams blow hot and cold all the time (look at Boro!) – and now is the time to really be careful. I am, as long-time readers will know, quite prone to only seeing the good side in these situations, while conveniently ignoring everything else. We’re looking good though, eh?
* this is as good a place as any to admit that I took avocado, red onion and cumin sandwiches to Anfield this year. I feel much better for having admitted that, finally.