Liverpool refind glimpses of their old selves, helped by youth of Bajcetic | Jonathan Liew
Spanish teenager was brave on the ball, as was Cody Gakpo, although Liverpool also enjoyed the luck against Everton
Well, they always say the form book goes out of the window on derby day. At the conclusion of this game, as Liverpool’s players shared backslaps and embraces on the pitch, as Jürgen Klopp strode over to the Kop to punch the air with his harpoon-fist, as Anfield buzzed to the strains of “going down, going down, going down”, it was possible to sense a curious and unfamiliar vibe around this place. Two-nil against Everton. Salah on the scoresheet. Was this … normality?
Things have not felt normal at Liverpool for a while. It’s not just the football, which has been cold and insipid. Nor Klopp himself, who for the last few months has borne the tetchy disgruntlement of a Hollywood A-lister now reduced to doing commercials for price-comparison websites. Even Anfield in the hours before this game felt devoid of its usual crackling electricity, its heaving optimism. For Liverpool, 10th in the Premier League, this was a fixture pitched somewhere between juddering apprehension and pure terror.
The hopeful reading is that this comfortable win against their favourite opponents can restore a little of the old swagger, set them back on an upward path. There are reachable prizes to aim for here. Brentford, Fulham and Brighton can all be overhauled. Tottenham remain resolutely Tottenham. Beat Newcastle this weekend and suddenly fourth place is only six points away with a game in hand. Real Madrid visit next week. Time to move.
And there were real causes for encouragement in this game. The defensive display, particularly in the second half. The performances of Darwin Núñez, Cody Gakpo and Stefan Bajcetic. Even the flailing Trent Alexander-Arnold seemed to grow into this game, earning a second-half assist and unveiling his classic repertoire of crosses: the stinger, the zinger, the curler, the swirler, the roller, the high diagonal, the sly left-footer.
But then we have been here before with this Liverpool, a club forever turning the corner only to encounter another corner. And for all the riotous fun of the second half, there were also some warning signs for them. Another slow start. The continuing struggles of Fabinho. Those weird 10-minute periods when Liverpool simply forget to pass the ball, as if under some malign collective spell. Indeed for much of the first half-hour they looked like a pale shadow: frazzled, tired, dead behind the eyes.
There’s a lot of talk about fatigue. But the problem here isn’t so much physical as mental. Perhaps the reason Liverpool start so badly is that they have lost the ability to self-motivate. They need something to kick them to life. Often, to their detriment, it’s going a goal down. Here, on the other hand, they get a little stroke of fortune.
It’s no exaggeration to suggest that if James Tarkowski’s header goes in, the entire DNA of this game mutates. Instead it hits the post, Dwight McNeil’s follow-up hits the heels of Abdoulaye Doucouré, and suddenly – for the first time in what feels like years – there’s space. Liverpool never get space. Klopp’s Liverpool used to be a counter-attacking team. Hardly anybody lets them counterattack now.
from Football | The Guardian https://www.theguardian.com/football/blog/2023/feb/13/youth-of-stefan-bajcetic-helps-liverpool-find-glimpses-of-old-selves
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