It's the Blues Snooze Revue...

...Comin' right at you!

I've just dated myself considerably with that reference to an awful early 1970's U.S. kids' program. It wasn't quite as soporific as "Barney" but would certainly run it pretty darn close. You had poor actors dressed up as a big frog, hippo and owl singing about friendship, manners and nice stuff. It did as advertized on the label (so who am I to complain) but boy, give me the anarchy of Looney Tunes any day.

Honestly though, as bad as that show was, how preferable that would've been to watch this past Saturday if you are an Everton fan.

Another terrific display from our Redmen was matched by a pretty shocking one from the blue half of Merseyside. If you can count on these games for nothing else, you can be certain both players and fans will be passionately up for it. Well, Moyes & Co. obviously seemed to forget what it's all about this time around - and when he leaves the pitch with his hair still redder than his face, something's clearly wrong.

With so very little fire in the belly (though a fair amount of the usual nonsense being sung in the stands), it was almost a feeling of "thank goodness" when little Timmy Cahill was shown his red card as you might have otherwise forgotten that this was a derby. The look on the Blues' faces after Torres scored his second (much less his third, but we'll not go there) said it all: you'd expect to see mouths open in anger, frustration or even shock - all you saw were pursed lips; barely a visible reaction anywhere.

Oh, except from those headed towards the exit after 62 minutes.

You can't feel too sorry about the club being trapped in a bed of its own making, but Moyes - up until recently at least - had his players fighting and scrapping for every little bit they could get. The old "Dogs of War" are looking like anything but right now. And you sort of feel that if they willingly cede that trait of theirs, they've really got nothing else.

Anyway it's a(nother) great win for us to be celebrated and gloated over as long as possible - the DVR getting as much of a workout from watching Torres' goals as Babel's recently against the Mancs. So while you've got such fine entertainment to relax to, think about the poor Blues who only wish they could dig anything comparable.

Old Barney episodes actually might not be a bad idea - if I were an Evertonian, I'd take watching a big purple dinosaur over a bunch of blue sheep and diving loons any day.

It's showtime...

To my fellow Reds: welcome to my blog - thanks for stopping by.

I won't get precious or go on here about how long I've wanted to do this and why you should bother reading as everyone and his mother blogs these days. But as I'm a fairly opinionated sort whose constant thoughts on things LFC seem of the slightly "old school" variety and tinged with more than just a little bit of Noo Yawk moxie ("whaddya mean you think that, are ya stupid?"), I figured I might as well give it a bash.

The main reason for doing this is my undying love for a football club far away and the city that gave rise to it. Its fanbase continues to grow worldwide with each passing season but with that comes the risk of wiping out what attracted those of us from outside the city to it in the first place. So while I will have talk on here about a specific Liverpool match or players, the manager or the fans, I also want to pose questions looking at where we're going and what signposts we as supporters should try to keep sight of while speeding forward in the quest for nos. 19, 6 and beyond. We all want success but not at the expense of "The Liverpool Way" becoming a catchphrase with no more hold on supporters than "Coke is it" has.

This club is the way it is and adored because of whence it came, so I will touch on that as well - 2008 European Capital of Culture, the birthplace of the best band ever and home to some of the finest folks it's ever been my pleasure to meet. There'll also be random bits and bobs on anything I'm particularly pleased or annoyed with in the football world to round it all out (so get ready).

So with all that said, let's get this party started! Welcome again and thanks for reading.