Let's talk Liverpool transformations, small changes and misconceptions shall we?
The Liverpool formation of too many centre backs, ineffective central midfield (neither deep enough or forward enough) and lack of creativity that failed to take maximum points from a ten man Newcastle last week was utterly transformed at Anfield this weekend by a simple piece of tinkering; remove Victor Moses from the hole where he has looked increasingly uncomfortable, have Lucas sit in front of the same three centre backs and push both Gerrard and Henderson forward to run the game against West Bromwich Albion.
Ah yes, Henderson.
Assumption number one; a certain bitter and twisted scion of Govan, ramblings unleashed on the public this week, who appears substantially more obsessed with Liverpool than any Liverpool fan has ever been with his charges has decided that Henderson is not up to scratch. His gait is, apparently, wrong. His running style poor (how was Rock of Gibraltar's gait Alex? How was his running style? Answer the interesting questions instead of picking on kids...)
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The Henderson that Liverpool fans are growing used to is an absolute machine. Perpetual motion, giving everything for the team, harrying from the front, pressing high and winning the ball in the way that we didn't last week.
Next to Henderson we were lucky enough to be graced, as ever, by the presence of a 'top, top player' (this is what 'top, top players’ look like Alex, not Nani or Anderson or Bebe or Djemba Djemba or Juan Sebastian Veron, an actual inspirational midfielder that can run a game) - an impeccable display by Steven Gerrard was crowned by the delivery of his free kick that provided the third goal of Luis Suarez' hat trick.
And here's a transformation for you; sinner to saint. Had there been any dispute over whether Suarez could be forgiven for his transfer window shenanigans the answer was obvious here; a sumptuous first half display, a first hat trick at Anfield, a goal of individual brilliance replete with the ritual nutmegging of a defender and a flicked header from Gerrard's free kick sandwiching a thunderbolt of a headed conversion from the 18 yard line.
There was a misconception in itself; Luis Suarez doesn't score against West Brom. Clearly he does now.
Obviously Liverpool suffered their habitual post half time slump, a penalty apparently awarded in sympathy for the baggies' plight by a kindly linesman leading to a period of West Brom pressure.
The solution to this pressure? A moment of utter genius from Daniel Sturridge. Clearly dissatisfied with the idea that his name wouldn't appear on the score sheet, Sturridge maintained his scoring streak with a world class chip over the blameless Myhill.
If Mr. Ferguson found Rafa's Liverpool difficult to watch (and those 4 goals that we put past his lot at Old Trafford must have been particularly horrible) then perhaps he will find Brendan's version more palatable for his entertainment needs, they're playing some gorgeous football at times; 4-1 flattered West Brom today, Suarez could have doubled that tally on his own.
Even if the bitter old soul, obviously worried that the man that he handpicked to assume his legacy is more than capable of handing us our ****ing perch back, doesn't fancy popping by to witness the return to glory perhaps he could come and perform our team talk every week.
It certainly worked wonders this week.
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