I wonder...

Having sat through the glorious result at Anfield last night, I wonder:

(a) What Maxi Rodriguez was thinking sitting the stands.
(b) What Fernando Torres is going to do with this free time on the treatment table.
(c) Whether Stevie G will eventually leave Pool (for Man City) in the summer.
(d) Whether Marouane Chamakh is having a Homer Simpson "doh!" moment
(e) How long a contract extension Rafa will get.

Let's face it. If the powers that be in the Liverpool board had the money to let Rafa go, they'd have done so yonks ago. If they haven't done it yet, they probably won't do it any time soon. I mean, what were they keeping him around for? To keep them in the FA Cup? Well, even if that's gone down the tubes, what difference does it make? So while we see all sorts of headlines now that "Rafa must go", I think the more appropriate (thought gramatically suspect) would be "Rafa must went". Since he hasn't went, then he probably won't go anytime now.

Performance wise though - Pool were simply dreadful. Dreadful not only in terms of their play, but in their lack of any desire, and in their lack of any clue. It was simply quite sad.

Apart from feeling smug this morning, there hasn't been much on the Arse front to keep me occupied. I'd give the news of our signing some 17 year old Bolivian wonderkid as much of a damn as if Le Boss had proclaimed he'd identified the as yet unborn spawn of an unholy Bergkamp-Henry-Wright alliance as the striker to end all of Arse's striking woes.

Speaking of children though, there's news that Steve McClaren will do some cradle-snatching in taking Jack Wilshere to FC Twente. Well, I suppose Enschede would be a better option for an 18 year-old young man than say...Amsterdam, and joining the Dutch league leaders would be a better option than Bolton or something in the lower leagues. I just hope old Steve will give him some real playing time.

Also on the kids front, there's news that Clichy has made an amazing recovery, with Le Boss admitting that he looked "very very sharp" in training. Well, any news of our walking injured coming back is good, but I wonder how much this had to do with Traore's little tantrums in the game against Everton.

Otherwise, there is a lot more of nothing to report. Nothing. Zero. And zero multiplied by 100 is still zero. Which leads me to conclude with an irrelevant space-filling note on the Adebayor shirt thing.

Let's give the guy a break. He was nearly killed. He didn't have his luggage. Some arse (his brother) gave him an Arse shirt. He put it on. I mean, c'mon. His brother. Probably hadn't gotten his stash of Man City shirts yet, and pulled an old Arse shirt from his box of other Arse shirts:

"When we jumped out from the bus we left all our luggage in the bus and we ran away. So when I came back [here] I didn't have anything to wear and the first person I asked was for my brother to give me a shirt. At the moment, we are all confused in our heads. I just want to say again sorry for the shirt and I hope people will understand."

So we forgive him. We understand. He had a life-altering experience, and he unwittingly showed up in an Arse shirt immediately thereafter. As gracious Arse fans, we'll give him one more the next time he shows up at the Emirates. Shit, I'm a real Arse fan, who actually paid for the one Arse polo shirt I've got, and I'd gladly give it to him (not that it'd fit).

Alright. Enough nonsense. Ciao.