by Ciggy » Wed Mar 11, 2009 12:23 pm
Pulverised. There is no other word for it. Fittingly, for a team nicknamed The Meringues (Los Merengues), Real Madrid were splattered and dispersed over a wide area of Anfield in the manner of an airy fairy dessert.
One that has been run over by a steamroller. Then another one. Then a herd of rampaging elephants. Driving more steamrollers.
The difficulty here is to explain the paucity of Madrid’s resistance while doing justice to Liverpool’s performance.
They were magnificent, arguably as great as they have been in Europe under manager Rafael Benitez, and that is saying something.
Better than the second half in Istanbul? Most definitely. In the end it probably did not matter that Madrid were bad because, even had they been good, they would not have lived with Liverpool in this form.
There was no contest here, no brave fightback, because Liverpool did not allow it. They went at Madrid from the first whistle with the verve and ambition of a team chasing a game, not defending a first-leg advantage.
The four-goal scoreline flatters Madrid, not Liverpool, and at least the Anfield regulars now know why a goalkeeper they prize so highly, Jose Reina, cannot force his way into Spain’s team. Iker Casillas, the Madrid goalkeeper, was outstanding. Without him, this could have been the most amazing result in the history of European competition.
Instead, when Andrea Dossena added the fourth from Javier Mascherano’s cross after 88 minutes, it merely became one of them. Here were two clubs with legendary status in Europe, but only one that justified the reputation. Real Madrid waved a white flag of surrender so early that Benitez’s glorious triumph was almost an anti-climax.
In the Bernabeu he had to work for victory, leaving it late, against the odds; at Anfield, Liverpool were playing exhibition football long before Frank De Bleeckere, the referee, put a stop to proceedings.
Madrid were a force in nothing but name and Benitez may have yearned for more of a challenge. He could not have hoped for a better performance, though. He joked on the eve of the game that he might even smile if his team went 5-0 up, and they went damn close to making him happy.
As ever, the Champions League brought the very best out of his players, and his stars, Fernando Torres and Steven Gerrard, were outstanding.
It was Torres who set the tone, though, the way he took the game to Madrid being the catalyst for a high-tempo performance that must surely be the benchmark for any team with ambitions to lift the Champions League trophy this season; or, in one case, retain it.
There is no-one anywhere in the world at any stage who is any bigger or any better than this football club.
Kenny Dalglish 1/2/2011
REST IN PEACE PHIL, YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN.