I admit I am still disappointed by Saturday's result against Tottenham. Some will say it was preordained that Harry's men would take points off the league leaders - us! - but I don't know if I believe all that. We were all over them. The goals were a bit on the jammy side. But it can't help but feel that we threw it away...
But I object to the fact that some people want to paint anyone feeling that way as being a gloom-and-doom merchant. Who doesn't know that we hadn't lost in ages and we played some of the best football so far this season? And of course I don't think "Oh my god, we're doomed I tell ye, doomed!"
We've very much still on the march. But when Spurs stepped up in that last 20 minutes (as they did against Arsenal), I feel we didn't respond in kind - that's what hurt. Particularly as our strength so far has been giving 150% until the final whistle was blown. Of course you have days where things just go against you, but this wasn't that. That was Stoke.
In any event, onwards and upwards. It's now about how we respond and looking ahead. We have Atletico at Anfield to look forward to tomorrow night, when we can claim our place in the round of 16 with two games to spare. Hopefully Fernando will get a run out in front of the followers of his former club that travelled over, and a chance to shine in front of the ones of his current club that adore him. A chance for the boys to make right what they know was a wasted opportunity at White Hart Lane. And here in NY, a chance to say goodbye to an 11th Street stalwart before he makes the move Down Under - we'll miss you, Kev!
Oh, and there's the little matter of electing a new leader for this country as well. As much as I obsess over my beloved Reds, a result on that front tomorrow night will be the one that truly counts - both here and far beyond.
Come to think of it, if a loss to Spurs is the only thing I have to be disappointed by this week, I'll be absolutely thrilled.
Come on you Redmen!
(And come on you black man!)
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