Was it fate or was it Shanks?------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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His quotes are legendary. So much so, that most Liverpool fans - and many other adoring neutrals - know them off by heart. If any one person has had more of an effect on any one football team in history, I’ve yet to learn of him. Shankly was, is, and will always be, a legend.
The 20 years that have elapsed since our last European Cup final have been nothing less than torment to Liverpool fans. For those of us old enough to remember them (and to have experienced them) the memories are vivid and eternal. For those too young, all they could hope for was a return of those incredible days when Liverpool won trophies, and European Cups, for fun.
It was Shanks, who back in the late fifties, took on the challenge of managing a then average second division side, with a dream of conquering the world. It was he who laid the foundations - and the whole essence - of what is to this day, the most successful team in English history and one of the most recognised names in European football. In over a hundred years of huffing and puffing, our closest challenges are still nowhere near the number of English championships amassed by the legendary Reds, and four European Cups is something they can only dream of.
Against Chelsea this week, the media have focused on ‘luck.’ We were 'lucky' the linesman ruled in our favour, 'lucky' Gudjohnsen arrowed the ball wide, 'lucky' the mighty Chelsea had a couple of off days due to their poor overworked players being ‘tired.’
Luck always plays its part in football. It’s present in every ground, in every game played in every week of the season. But Liverpool haven’t just been unlucky against Chelsea this season, they’ve been downright cheated. Cheated out of a cast iron penalty when Mike Riley turned a blind eye. Cheated out of a key player for most of the season by Frank Lampard, whose illegal challenge snapped Xabi Alonso’s ankle. Cheated by a referee at Stamford Bridge who watched Jamie Carragher wrestled to the ground in the penalty box, only to award a free kick against him. And finally, cheated by Eider Gudjohnsen, who threw himself to the turf to ensure the greatest threat to their midfield was unable to take the field in the second leg of the most important game in two decades.
Justice needed to be served to rebalance the rules of nature. Liverpool never deserved to have the record of 3 defeats and a draw against Chelsea this season, when in reality, two wins, a draw and one defeat was a fairer reflection of the contests.
Adding to the whole conundrum of course was the Steven Gerrard saga. Given Liverpool’s recent past and Chelsea’s present, it would seem that only divine intervention would prevent him from moving south to line his pockets with silver.
Enter the spirit of Shankly…
Who could possibly have predicted, that with the clock running down at Cardiff, an impossible deflection off the head of Gerrard would give Chelsea the lifeline they needed to go on and win the League Cup, England’s least favourite trophy? But the incredibly ironic moment really happened, and the silverware was Chelsea’s.
Who could possibly have predicted that two months later, the same two clubs would become the first to ever contest an all-English European Cup semi-final? Chelsea, 33 points superior in league play, were the bookies choice by a million miles. Liverpool hadn’t a prayer – apparently.
After a goal less draw at Stamford Bridge, the scene was set. It was to be another of those legendary Anfield nights. Legendary because of a support unmatched on planet earth, and an incredible, unmatched record of influencing the team to unparalleled successes.
Shankly praised the legendary Kop in a way no manager had ever done before, or has done since. He talked to the media about the telepathic relationship between the players, himself and the massed disciples behind the goal. His words, so poignant then, have lived on to this day. Liverpool fans this morning were claiming justice had been served last night, when for once, Chelsea fell flat on their face. ‘Fate’ many called it. Maybe, maybe not.
Shankly said that the Kop had the ability to suck the ball over the line. Garcia’s goal anyone?
Shankly said the Kop had the ability to keep a ball out of the net. Gudjohnsen’s last second miss when a mysterious deflection sent the ball flashing wide?
Shankly said that the worst thing in the world of football were cheats. “I’ve never cheated anyone out of anything in my life,” he said. He meant it.
Chelsea walked out into a cauldron on Tuesday night, a cauldron that exists only because of Shanks. If you looked across the sea of Red, there he was. On scarves, on banners, his name being sung in praise. His image looking out across the Anfield turf from all four sides of the ground. He was, literally, everywhere.
The man put his entire life into Liverpool Football Club, so that they would become the ‘bastion of invincibility’ he predicted. For the last 20 years of his life, we were. But his spirit has never dimmed, let alone died. He is in the heart of every Liverpool fan. He is present at every game.
Last night, maybe he decided it was time to lend a helping hand. That it was time to rebalance the injustices. Maybe it WAS he who helped Luis Garcia’s ball over the line? Maybe it WAS he who deflected Gudjohnsen’s shot wide?
Every poignant moment last night had Shankly’s stamp all over it. The incredible Kop, the goal, and the miss. It was missed by a man who had cheated Xabi Alonso out of a semi-final place, and potentially cost Liverpool a place in the final – and Shankly hated cheats.
Maybe he had seen enough? Maybe he decided it was time to play his part? True to form, he wanted to make the cheats pay.
As the ball whistled wide on 95 minutes and 30 seconds, deflected away from goal by ‘something,’ maybe, just maybe, his night’s work was done?
Alex Malone
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alexmalone@thisisanfield.info