Wednesday, April 15, 2009
You Will Never Walk Alone

It was a night of hope for Reds and a glory for Blues.


A mission impossible as it was, we had to walk into Stamford Bridge without Steven Gerrard in our search for 3 away goals to set a date with the Catalan giant in the semi-final. 


I made myself tomato and cheese pizza layered with sheer anxiety and faith. 350 degree fahrenheit in the oven, this will go down as the hottest match I will ever see. 


I told myself that if we were to paint the Bridge red and settle the game in our direction, we had to play the first twenty minutes right and score at least two goals before the first interval.  


I think the players heard me and did just that. 


I questioned the inclusion of Lucas in the first eleven after his dismal performance in the first leg and with Babel and Riera on the bench, I thought Rafa was crazy. 


He does not believe in miracle, but in his team. Lucas was the man to watch and Mascherano, Kuyt and Alonso were equally brilliant in engineering the possession. 


Torres had a fortune as Benayoun flick inside 12 minutes sent him a one-on-one opportunity to set the pace early on. But if it was Adriano's left foot that was on the trigger, it might be another story.


Fabio Aurelio genius found the hole in Chelsea's defence to pull an audacious trigger to make it one-nil Liverpool. 


Chelsea made it hard for themselves with clumsy defending and careless possession. They lost their nerve completely in the first half.


The pizza is now ready and while waiting for it to cool down, Xabi Alonso converted the penalty that made the dream and hope looked in the cards. 


End of 45 minutes and it was the best pizza ever. 


I did not miss Steven Gerrard at all as I washed down the pizza with a glass of blackberry squash.


Second half was a different story. 


What differs a good manager with excellent manager is the way he handles half-time team talk. 


I wonder what Guus Hiddink said to Chelsea players when they were two-nil down but whatever it was, I think that was fit and inspiring enough for a movie.


He got under the players' skin and turn the game around in Chelsea's way.


I guess the biggest turning point was Reina's fumble which saw him palmed Drogba's flick from former Reds Anelka's cross into his own net. 


If we scored our third, the match had to be settled in extra time. We were not ready for that.


Alex loaded the gun back again for Chelsea with a sensational free kick before Lampard colored the Bridge blue again.  


I shook my head in disbelief and was ready to hand in the semi-final ticket to Chelsea. I think Rafa did as well, substituting Torres out in focus for next game against Arsenal and brought N'Gog in. 


Not until I saw the best last 10 minutes of football where all mother of craziness began to lift the roof of Stamford Bridge.


It was my bone of contention in the form of Lucas Leiva who made believe that we are still up for the challenge. He scored a deflected goal to make it 3-3 and Dirk Kuyt confirmed that we are the King of Comeback with a superb header to meet Riera pin-point cross.  


Now we only need one more goal to seal the deal and suddenly, every Kop missed Fernando Torres and Steven Gerrard as a goal looked too far to catch.


Hope was all around the ghost of Istanbul looked to be heading to Stamford Bridge, as Chelsea was nervous in their defence.


But certainly not in their attack. They were ruthless in the six yard box with deadly combination of Drogba and Anelka and ever hungry Ballack and Lampard. 


It took the man with an unusual high IQ to colour the Bridge blue back for good. Frank Lampard rounded it up with a fantastic shot for his second of the game and fourth for Chelsea to kill our hope of lifting sixth Champions League silverware.


It was a brave Liverpool team and they were all heroes tonight, bowing out with their heads up high.


People say only the Premier League title can cure this defeat. I beg to differ, for my football is more than just winning, and Liverpool this season had given me more than enough inspiration and love for me to love them more next season.


Well done, lads. Just play the remaining game in the league with your heads up high because we are all winners this season.

 
posted by Izham Ismail at 6:08 am | Permalink |


7 Comments:


  • At 15 April, 2009 06:35, Anonymous Anonymous

    when the spirits alive, miracles happen ~2002~

    i walk down to my living room in hope that this will not be a shameful game for my favourite team. and it didn't. i think it was a brilliant game. liverpool had given all their best to be able to score 4 at stamford bridge. the best had yet to come. the league is not over yet..

     
  • At 15 April, 2009 07:41, Anonymous Anonymous

    nice pic. ynwa.

     
  • At 15 April, 2009 20:00, Blogger Amirul Hafidz

    My heart wrenches every time I see a result that goes against our favour, but not this time. They played their hearts out & never looked like of giving up - a fitting tribute to victims of '89 Hillsborough disaster who must have been proud with this kind of performance despite the result.

    Credits must be given to Chelsea too, they deservedly earn their place in the next-round - though the sight of Drogba falling down too easily at times was not a pleasant one. A gargantuan task in the form of Catalan giant lies in front, and I wish both teams the very best of luck.

     
  • At 17 April, 2009 03:58, Blogger ridhwan noordin

    great game nonetheless
    Chelsea was lucky that Gerrard wasn't available for Liverpool
    Chelsea deserve a praise too, they maintained their composure well
    go Reds!! (reds meaning all reds la, including MU, hehe)

     
  • At 17 April, 2009 13:08, Anonymous Anonymous

    eleh konon handsome lah tu ;p

     
  • At 17 April, 2009 17:02, Anonymous Anonymous

    you never walk alone.....too many of you out there supporting a team cursed at hillsborough n heysel....

     
  • At 18 April, 2009 02:15, Anonymous Anonymous

    eh eh, anonymous yang menulis pada jam 1.08pm, handsome apa? ahaks!