Be still my beating heart...

Seriously!! Watching Liverpool these last few games has really not been good on my 44-year-old ticker.

Another come-from-behind win left late and while it's been pretty damn enjoyable punching the air with my fist and wearing a grin all weekend long, there are clearly reasons to worry just a little bit.

Left back is still a problem, with Andy Doss having probably the worst game of his nascent Red career. Say what you like about Jamie Carragher (well, don't really because he'd thump you) but I bet he'd tell you the first and foremost thing a defender should be able to do is *defend* - it feels as if all bar him have forgotten that! As many have already said, we do that at the Bridge on Sunday and it's all over, Rover.

I'll give props again to the never-say-die spirit we possess at the moment. But we've got to also acknowledge that we've had our share of breaks (thankfully Xabi's legs not being two of them): this has enabled us to play "catch up" when needed so far. It's provided for excitement to be sure but more than one or two gray hairs and some chawed-off fingernails as well.

This squad is playing some of the most expansive football we've seen in ages with pretty much every player contributing to the attack. Growing pains (and cheap conceded goals) are to be expected while the newer fellows learn to pick and choose their moments better to bomb forward and the veterans get back to their established rhythms now that internationals are over for a while.

Anyway, let me not be too negative - no need to panic as I believe November and December will see us settle down considerably. While part of me will miss the drama, the rest of me - my heart anyway - will be relieved.