The owners could not be there because they are so reviled. The new one-day-a-week chairman stayed away because he is a Chelsea fan. The manager was there but could not confirm whether he still would be next season. The players looked like they wanted to be, in the words of Elvis Costello, anywhere else but here today. The supporters, meanwhile, sat in an angst-induced silence, shaken to the core by what Liverpool Football Club have become.
Playing patsy for Chelsea at the end of an abomination of a season may not have represented Liverpoolâs lowest ebb, but it felt like it. Carlo Ancelotti had been looking forward to seeing Anfield in all its glory, but all the Chelsea manager experienced yesterday was a fast-fading institution that is in serious danger of crumbling under the weight of debt piled on to it by Tom Hicks and George Gillett Jr, the absentee landlords
Sir Alex Ferguson, in an understandable bout of self-interest, had tried to coax a performance out of Liverpool to aid his teamâs title challenge. âBig clubs donât throw away their history,â the Manchester United manager pointed out to back up his theory that Liverpool would not surrender the points to Chelsea just to stop their rivals usurping their status as English footballâs most prolific winner of league championships
Had Ferguson been speaking with Liverpoolâs best interests at heart, he would have qualified his statement by saying that they can jeopardise their future. That, after all, has been the case for Liverpool since Hicks and Gillett were handed the keys to the Shankly Gates in February 2007. A combination of debt, division and disharmony has torn the club apart. The malaise has been so invasive that the discord has spread to the supporters, as evidenced by the angry reaction to the unfurling of a âRafa outâ banner in an executive box on the final whistle. As if losing their status as a member of the European elite was not enough, Liverpool are in grave danger of losing their dignity.
The symbolism of the dayâs events could not have been riper. May, according to a famous Anfield banner, is traditionally the month when Liverpool go gathering cups. They have not done that for four years under Rafael BenĂtez, though, and so low has their stock fallen over the past 12 months that they struggled even to offer a token resistance as Chelsea went in search of the points they need to help claim the title that Liverpool once classed as their own. Furthermore, Jamie Carragher and Steven Gerrard, the clubâs fabled Scouse heartbeat, were unable to intervene, the former hobbling off after being injured during the move that led to Chelseaâs second goal and the latter having unwittingly created the first.
It was hard to imagine Chelsea have had too many easier away games this season and the only consolation for Liverpool was that there is only one week left in a sorry campaign. âYouâre ancient history,â the Chelsea fans crowed in riposte to the Kopâs questioning of their past, and on a day as hollow as this one was for Liverpool it was hard to argue with that verdict.
Without a revolution â starting with a new owner with money to burn and followed by the building of a new stadium â then the future for Liverpool cannot be anything other than bleak.
âTom and George: still not welcome here,â read the banner flown over Anfield by an aeroplane before kick-off. By full time another aircraft had appeared bearing a different message, this time a wedding proposal. One can only hope that, if accepted, this union is more fruitful and harmonious than the one that is bringing one of world sportâs greatest institutions to its knees. Under American ownership the mantra about Liverpool existing to win trophies is no longer applicable; they exist merely to pay down the gargantuan debts that the pair have piled on to the club.
As BenĂtez walked around the pitch with his players at the end of the game in front of a half-empty stadium it was hard to escape the feeling that this was the last time he would lead such a ritual. âOh Rafa BenĂtez, we want you to stay,â the Chelsea contingent mocked as the lap of honour, if it could be called such a thing, continued. Those in the visitorsâ section then turned their attentions to Gerrard, only to earn a finger-wagging rebuke for their troubles.
The response came from James Carragher, the seven-year-old son of Jamie. It was the only real act of defiance from anyone at Liverpool on a day when the only solace to be taken was that United have not bettered their much-cherished record of 18 league titles â yet.
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