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Sports Blogging, or Lack Thereof

Well, in the earlier days of my new blogging life, I found myself doing quite a few football or F1 reports. Obviously they are just random collections of my thoughts on the events, discussing individual drivers or footballers and how they did. It was fun, but recently I haven’t written one of those things.

I suppose in some ways, it’s because there’s not much of a point. Sure, it consolidates my views on that particular race or match, but then life moves on and there’s another match, another race to watch. I commentate on Twitter during these sporting events too, so it’s not like I’m not airing my views out there for no one to care about. I’m not even monetising it like sports journalists are, and I write far lengthier reports, albeit I ramble quite a bit and come from a biased viewpoint. Maybe that’s why I can’t be a journalist? Eh.

Then there is the fact that football matches tend to be at night, and when the match is done, I’m pooped and just about ready to crash in bed, drowning in the emotions of the moment (be it anger or elation). F1 has very different air times due to the international nature of the races, but blogging about it isn’t a job; just a desire to rant. So like anything that interests me, that interest fades.

I’ve kept up with the sports blogging for much longer than, say, the politics or the disaster blogging. Mainly because sports can be fun at times, while politics frustrates all the time. And disasters are a dime a dozen; I’m not a one-man newspaper, just an almost-adult who procrastinates too much and has too many opinions on everything. Still keeping up on the film and anime reviews, along with ranting on manga. I guess that’s where my passion lies? I do love entertainment, but then who doesn’t?

(And I barely blog about my life, since the very beginning actually. Not much to say I guess. It’s a pretty typical life of a college student in a middle-class family who has everything he needs, and isn’t doing anything groundbreaking or amazing or contributing to society in a super meaningful way. I save my short, pretty first-world complaints for Twitter, and I just don’t have that much happening in my life to rant at length about. I’m pretty #blessed.)

Finally, football really frustrated me for the past two years. Under Rodgers, it just got stale and awful to the point where I even avoided watching matches. Under Klopp, there were so many magical moments, and so many inconsistent, terrible performances. As a fan, it can be hard to muster up the energy after a roller-coaster of emotions to write a report that I won’t even look back on. My emotional investment in F1 is far less than in Liverpool F.C., but that also means I care less about most of the drivers. All I have is a strong admiration for their skills, horror at the crashes, and a wish to see more overtaking.

So yea, that’s why I’ve really dropped off on sports blogging. I’ll probably write something if Klopp brings us our first European trophy in more than a decade. Maybe later in the year, I’ll complain about how Lewis Hamilton lost the championship to Nico Rosberg because of mechanical unreliability, or marvel at his capacity to win races and make up that enormous deficit. But for now, I’ll rather just stay a fan and pay attention to the matches/races instead of thinking of what to say later.

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The Vicissitudes of Football

I haven’t done any post-match blogging recently, and it’s really down to the up-and-down nature of the 2015/16 season for Liverpool.

Rodgers had presided over a pretty mediocre run of form at the start of the season, and the appointment of Klopp was a huge morale booster. But even he can’t wave a magic wand and turn the terribly inconsistent, unbalanced and hodgepodge squad assembled (expensively!) under Rodgers into a title contender within a few months.

So I’ve had to live with good football interspersed between mediocre and downright terrible football. Most of the time, I end up watching the terrible matches, and it just sucks the life out of me. Worse, I expect such performances under Rodgers so I couldn’t be disappointed. But with Klopp and after his masterminding of massive wins over City, Chelsea and Southampton, there’s always the belief that Liverpool are on the up-and-up, and we can actually win football matches. To then watch us lose because of lethargic play, brainless defending or just plain bad football…it really needles.

I’m not a hardcore fan, but I like to believe I’m not a fair-weathered fan either. It’s just difficult to stomach the crushing disappointment in defeat that I can’t muster up the energy to review and write about matches.

Sometimes, I wish I never fell in love with football. I can only hope that with time, Klopp can bring better days back to the football club I support. Maybe then, I’ll find myself blogging incessantly about the next big win.

Liverpool vs. Tottenham Hotspur 17/10/14

WHEW!

First match under Klopp’s reign. I thought about blogging on Rodgers’ sacking and the excitement at finding out we managed to hire friggin’ Jurgen Klopp, but I basically orgasmed all over Twitter already, so it was rather pointless.

But Kloppo’s arrival meant that I quickly rediscovered my love for football, and the match showed some positive signs.

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Liverpool vs. Arsenal 04/04/15

And that was that.

We never had a great record away to Arsenal, and given our recent stumbles and their recent form, I was incredibly nervous going into the match sans Skrtel. When the team sheet came out, I figured Markovic was wing-back again, with Henderson, Allen and Lucas to shore up the midfield.

Instead, Henderson was shoved to the wings, likely to defend against Sanchez. It didn’t work. We had to endure 10 agonising minutes of Arsenal passing domination, and Mignolet saved us 2 times with world-class saves. Then we finally got into the game, even dominating. Then, disaster struck.

3 goals in 8 minutes.

Moreno switched off for the 1st. Toure bumbled throughout the game, gifting the 3rd. Mignolet failed to deal with Ozil’s free kick on his side, conceding the 2nd. It was a shambles. After that, we seemed to lose all energy, only half-heartedly pressing. Throwing on Sturridge at half-time for Markovic made sense on paper, but Markovic played better than Sterling in my opinion, and Sturridge has a tendency to slow down our play these days.

We pulled back a goal via a penalty, but Bellerin should have been sent off and wasn’t. Then Can was sent off, a smack to the face. Giroud scored a 4th. Thrashed by Arsenal, as if it was revenge for the 5-1 last season. Top 4 seems so distant now.

No one really came out of the match blameless, except perhaps Sakho. Lucas was rusty, but was okay in the 2nd half, which begs the question: why play him and Toure? I understand the rationale, but surely it can’t be difficult to switch to a 4-3-3? Since Swansea, every team that’s played us has sussed out our 3-4-3. Yet Rodgers hasn’t done anything, allowing us to get dominated in midfield and on the wings.

Hopefully it serves as a wake-up call for Rodgers and the team. It’s tough being a football fan.

Liverpool vs. Manchester United 22/03/15

So we lost.

So I could blame many things. Our awful start. Rodgers outwitted by van Gaal. Lallana’s glaring miss. Moreno’s poor positioning. Gerrard’s STUPID stamp.

But in the end, this is a game that stood out as a stark reminder that we’re still recovering. Always recovering. Always falling short. And we should damn well have done better in the first half like we did in the second…of the season. We won’t get 4th because we don’t deserve it, because of our patchy results up until December.

The only bright spot in the match was Sakho, who was imperious and impeccable once more. He made a mockery of Rooney and Falcao (who makes a mockery of himself to be fair…), and if Fellaini had been his opponent, I’m sure he would have dealt with Elbow-man with consummate ease as well. I only hope we can keep him fit, and keep him at Liverpool.

I feel like Rodgers has made progress with the team since he’s stepped in, but it’s a slow, long and arduous journey that I wished and felt could have gone so much better. But we are where we are, and we can only try and move forward as much as possible.