You know when you bump into your ex in the supermarket and despite you both being far happier now, all of your bad memories come back and you can't stop thinking about them for the rest of the day? That is Crystal Palace away. Roy Hodgson. The ghost of Liverpool past. Hicks and Gillett, Milan Jovanovic, Christian Poulson, Paul fucking Konchesky. This was only 10 years ago, terrifying memories. Hodgson still looks like a sad face drawn on to a wrinkly old scrotum. If all of that wasn't enough, you remember Selhurst Park, Crystanbul, 2014. Throwing away the title. Everything about this fixture is mental torture. Visions of Dwight Gayle and Suarez covering his face in that ghastly old warrior away shirt just wouldn't go away. And then suddenly, courtesy of another late winner, you're transported back into the glorious present, and realise just how lucky we are to be watching this Liverpool team.
To properly enjoy the good times, you need to have experienced the bad times in equal measure. This team is truly remarkable. I feel like I've written this a hundred times already this season, but winning ugly is becoming our trademark, and this was Carlos Tevez levels of ugly. Brace yourselves for the internet barrage of 'LiVARpool' and the conspiracy theories of the FA wanting us to win the league, I love how deeply camped in everyones heads we've become. They'll ignore the fact that it was a blatant push, and it was correctly ruled out, but in all honesty we could have had no complaints whatsoever if we'd gone in at half time 1-0 down. It arguably would have flattered us. That was as flat and disjointed as I've seen us for a long, long time. All the hallmarks of eleven players that had been travelling all over the world for the last two weeks. It was a shambles, no tempo, no quality, no energy. Half time could not come quickly enough. I've had a bit of a pop at Salah recently, I don't think he's been at his best this season, but we missed him badly today. Sometimes you don't realise how much you need something until it's taken away from you. Even when Mo isn't at the races, he's a threat, a nuisance. We didn't get that with the Ox out wide, and that is purely down to the fact that he is very much a central midfielder these days. Playing him as a winger is an idea that should be shelved for the rest of the season.
There was always going to be a reaction second half. Klopp would have got into them at half time, and maybe the disallowed goal was the kick up the arse that we needed. Mane misses a chance that he would normally stick away with his eyes closed, but then makes amends via a scrappy strike and the help of both posts. We are definitely getting some fortune this season. I expected us to kick on from there and see out the game, maybe nick another on the counter attack and go home with a nice, simple, professional three points. But no, this is Crystal Palace at Selhurst Park. Such a tough ground to go to and win, the crowd are as good as it gets, the pitch always looks tiny with the stands right on top of you. It's a fixture you just have to get through, and get out. It was always going to be Benteke to come on and cause us problems, the guy is about as mobile as a lamppost but suddenly morphs into Thierry Henry against us, I was convinced that scissor kick was nestling in the bottom corner. Then Zaha scores, and in times gone by, we might have crumbled. Not this team, no chance. They just refuse to lie down and be beaten, I've never seen a team that reacts so positively to adversity as this team does. It's almost as if it makes us angry. I never had any doubt in my mind that we would go straight up the other end and get a winner, and that is a mark of how far we've come. The mark of champions some would say, but I still can't bring myself to mutter those words yet.
Bobby deserved a goal today. Should have scored at 1-0 and sealed it, but if anyone epitomises our will to win and never say die attitude it's Bobby. The anxiety that five minutes added time used to bring me has also evaporated, like all successful teams, we seem to have mastered the art of shithousery. Fabinho smashing one out of the stadium into Croydon instead of rolling it out of play was a personal highlight. I don't think it can be understated how important these late wins on the road are becoming. When you make a habit of scoring late or coming from behind, it gives you an air of invincibility and the confidence levels in that changing room must be astronomical right now. Long may it continue, the winter period is going to be brutal, games will come thick and fast and there will be many more bumps along the way if we want to win this league. Napoli are up next at Anfield, and it's about bloody time we turned them over. Up the Reds!
Big Ali - Great save late on from Schlupp. Can't do anything with the goal, other than swear in Portuguese about another clean sheet being cruelly taken away from him via lacklustre defending. Tidy with the ball as always, but I'm not convinced with the all black kit. Looks like the milk tray man. 7.
Robbo - Looked absolutely shagged first half, injured as fuck. Kept giving the ball away carelessly and got skinned by Townsend on more than one occasion. Then he goes up the other end and plays a big part in the Mane goal. Not at his best today, needs a rest but it's hard to see where he'll get one. 6.
Dejan - Thought he was excellent until he gets roasted for the Zaha goal. Big weakness is when he gets isolated in a one on one. Passing was really crisp, and defended well in general. I was certain he was gonna try and smash one in the top corner from 50 yards at some point. 7.
Virgil - MOM. Imperious today. Won absolutely everything in the air against some proper giants. Not sure what the 'personal issues' were that made him miss the Holland game midweek, but I have a feeling it was probably Klopp on the blower saying 'have a fucking rest lad, Palace away on Saturday'. 8.
Trent - Was on an absolute wind up first half. First, he twats one out for a corner under no pressure on the halfway line, then pings a volley 70 yards straight to Townsend to have another run at poor old Robbo. Improved second half thankfully, but he'll have far better games. 5.
Hendo - Ran around a lot, didn't influence the game a lot. Could copy and paste this into Wijnaldums rating. Midfield was very much on the fringes of the game today, never really got their foot on it and started to boss it. One cracking pass into Sadio was the highlight. 6.
Gini - We were playing away from home, so he did fuck all. Scored a three times for Holland in the week, and coincidentally, three was the amount of times I had to look around to make sure he was still playing. Should have scored right at the death. 5.
Fabs - Sloppy today. Couldn't pass 5 yards. Gave it away then rugby tackled their lad to get himself a suspension. Banned for Brighton and not Everton, bonus. 5.
The Ox - Not a winger. Not in a million years. Really struggled throughout, no surprise to see him hooked for Divock. Will likely get a start in midfield against Brighton with Fabbers in the sin bin. 5.
Bobby - Looked really bright today. Link up play was tidy, worked his arse off as he does every week. Delighted for him to grab the winner. Good way to mark his 150th game for the reds. 7.
Sadio - A constant threat, missed a great chance which probably pissed him right off, so decided to score 5 minutes later. Probably the best player in the league at the minute, wouldn't swap him for anyone. Always has a say on every single game. 7.
Subs
Divock - Came on and just kept getting absolutely battered. First two lads that tried to cripple him got injured. Made of concrete is Divock. Didn't influence the game an awful lot. 5.
Milly - Wouldn't have been a scrappy away game without a cameo from old gammon head. Steady as he always is. 5.
Gomez - Cheek seems to be clearing up nicely after little Raheem showed him his new acrylic manicure. 5.
