Considering not a ball has been kicked, that was one tempestuous old week in and around NR1.
Not since the opening six games of last season has the gander been up quite as much, although back then it was because of things we thought might happen over the then-upcoming 40 games. Wednesday’s ire was around something that is definitely happening.
I don’t intend to revisit the minutiae of the membership debate – Andy H put together a fine case against and some of the comments that followed argued the case for – but all I will say it seems to have undone in a single announcement so much of the goodwill that was built up over last season. And, even more important than the goodwill, it’s also eroded some of the trust.
The fact it was sneaked out at around 6 am, just a few hours before the memberships went on sale, adds to the feeling of unease – all of which is a real shame. So too the fact the Supporters Trust were not consulted and that the seven individuals who were almost had the proposal presented to them as a fait accompli.
But the club will no doubt sit tight and await the swell of unrest to subside and comfort themselves in the knowledge a lot of supporters are coughing up their £50s. They may well see it as justification of their decision, ignoring the fact that so many of those who did pay, did so with a heavy heart knowing the impact on the monthly budget.
But, I’ll leave it there. The club has barely put a foot wrong since October, so they’re allowed one I guess. Just a shame that one that hits families hard where it hurts.
I never really understood the excitement generated over the fixtures. The fact that it never deviates away from playing everyone home and away means that for those of us who rarely go away (not through choice I hasten to add) it’s interesting but nothing more.
Back in the day, when we used to play Ipswich, it was always a date worth noting but that little pleasure has left us for a season or two or more.
But Will’s piece in midweek, describing the anticipation of the announcement from the perspective of someone who went to every single away game last season, was a game-changer.
It really does matter, with the logistics of away trips being considered as soon as the announcement is made, Will and the rest of the hardcore will already be planning their Premier League season and its associated travels.
I’m now of the opinion that my theory around it being unimportant as to when we play teams is also flawed. Yes, of course, we have to play everyone home and away but over the course of a 38-game season, the fortunes and form of 14 of the 20 will fluctuate. Even the elite will have peaks and troughs that may just on an imperfect day, with the wind in the right direction, offer the mere mortals a chance to steal a point.
What we don’t know and won’t know until the time, is when these dips in form occur and if we’re going to revisit the ‘along come Norwich’ trope of yesteryear – when we’d happily permit others to end their bad runs – or continue our newfound ruthless streak and make the most of opportunities that are afforded us.
What also matters in the Premier League is the type of start you make. Compared to the slog of a Championship season, when you’re in the rarified air of the Prem time whizzes by. Eight fewer games is hugely significant and we’ve been there before when you never properly recover from a slow start.
On that score, to visit the European champions on the first evening of the new season in the full glare of the Sky cameras is hardly ideal.
But at least we know what to expect: the strains of You’ll Never Walk Alone as Jordan Henderson again presents the European Cup to the Anfield faithful, as they then break off into The Fields of Anfield Road and that bloody infuriating Allez Allez Allez song – all while Sky Sports cram as many Liverpool legends into their studio as is humanly possible.
Oh to be a party pooper. PLEASE.