Liverpool’s 4-4 draw with Andre Arshavin at Anfield last Wednesday was without a doubt the best game of football I’ve seen in years.
It had everything: excitement, errors, endless entertainment, and all at what Rafa likes to call “a high tempo”.
Whatever about Benitez, who’s probably still tearing his chin fluff out at their defending of late, Reds’ fans, having witnessed the same scoreline in the previous week’s Champions League exit at the hands of Chelsea, seem smitten by the new caution-to-the-wind approach.
If only they’d played with more abandon earlier, they lament. And if only Arshavin hadn’t saved two comical mis-kicks for last Saturday.
But when they were top of the table they were unduly negative, and paid the price in points dropped. Fact. That’s the lesson to be drawn from playing for draws. Play for a win and you might have to accept a point; play for a draw and it’s likely to be the most you’ll get. Don’t tell me I’m starting to sound like Johnny Giles…