By Neil Jones,
LIVERPOOL England
Sometimes it needs the words of Sir Alex Ferguson to truly sum up what the world has just witnessed.
“Football, eh? Bloody hell.”
On a day when Manchester United, Ferguson’s old
club, plumbed new depths with their undressing at the hands of Tottenham, Liverpool decided to take the heat off
their old rivals with a performance that was both even more stunning
and even more shambolic.
Where do you even start with this one?
Jurgen Klopp’s side were ripped apart,
destroyed by an Aston Villa team which exposed the reigning
champions’ chin in quite brutal fashion.
It finished 7-2, but it genuinely could have
been anything. Liverpool, a side that prides itself on its heart and its
cohesion, its solidity and structure, were unrecognisable, bewildered strangers
with Liver Birds on their chest but shoelaces tied together.
Their first-half display, in particular, was
about as bad as it gets. Never under Klopp have they looked so weak, so
vulnerable, so utterly ill-at-ease.
You would have seen better, more convincing
defending in the Liverpool Sunday League.
Liverpool had more shots and three-quarters of
the ball, but conceded four times in the opening 45 minutes – and it could have
been more.
It did not get much better after the
break, either. More than five years after the horrors of ‘Stoke away’, and that
dim, disgusting 6-1 loss, this was every bit as bad.
Worse, in fact. Brendan Rodgers’ side was
broken, its race run. They were imbalanced and bereft of confidence. This was
the Premier League champions, taken to the
cleaners by Ollie Watkins, standing and admiring Jack Grealish, smashed for
seven by a team which only managed to avoid relegation on the final day of
last season.
Who, truly, saw this coming? Sure, Liverpool
have not been as solid as we have come to expect - they conceded
three against Leeds on the opening weekend, remember - but seven goals?
Against Villa? Unheard of.
And to think how the week had started, too.
Klopp had bristled when Roy Keane, on Sky
Sports, suggested his side had been “sloppy” in beating Arsenal on Monday night. How dare he,
after a 3-1 win which showcased the (very) good side of this Reds team?
Keane was not in the studio for this one,
and that was probably for the best. Lord knows what he would have had to say if
he was. Jamie Carragher, on co-commentary, was lost for words - and that
doesn't happen/.
The errors were constant and incredible,
individual and collective.
Adrian, standing in for the injured Alisson
Becker in goal, gifted Villa their opener inside four minutes. The Spaniard’s
lack of conviction with the ball at his feet is a real issue in a side such as
this, and the fear is that Alisson’s shoulder problem is not a minor one.
Everton,
top of the league and Liverpool’s next opponents, will be licking their lips
for sure.
Watkins, Villa’s summer signing from Brentford, had never previously scored a
Premier League goal, but he had three by half-time here, with Liverpool’s
defence claiming the assists.
Joe Gomez, Trent Alexander-Arnold and even the
totemic Virgil van Dijk all had nightmares. In front of them Fabinho and Gini
Wijnaldum were mirages, offering neither protection nor penetration. Naby
Keita, the third midfielder, was hooked at half-time, though he was far from
Liverpool’s worst performer. Klopp, genuinely, could have substituted any of
them.
Villa, gleefully, accepted their gifts. They
had some luck with deflections, but they also missed a boatload of chances
themselves. Every time the home side attacked, Klopp’s side looked vulnerable.
Dean Smith should be proud of his team's showing.
Grealish, unplayable at times, scored twice,
and Ross Barkley, the former Everton midfielder, added insult to injury
with a goal on his debut following his loan move from Chelsea. He should, in truth, have had a
hat-trick of his own.
Villa, then, join Everton as the only teams
with their 100 per cent record still intact in the Premier League.
Liverpool, meanwhile, are the first reigning
champions in England to concede seven goals in a
top-flight match since Arsenal in September 1953. They could, perhaps should,
have been the first side ever to concede 10 in a Premier League game.
And if that does not sum up
their evening, then what does?
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