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In the days before Liverpool’s trip to Manchester City, much was spoken about the mid-season wobble being endured by Arne Slot’s league leaders, a worrying collapse in form that incorporated creditable draws in difficult away games at Everton and Aston Villa, along with a win over Wolves at Anfield. Presumably working on the entirely specious presumption that Arsenal were guaranteed to win against West Ham on Saturday, a general consensus appeared to form among the punditocracy that if Manchester City could conjure up enough muscle memory to beat or even draw with a supposedly out-of-sorts Liverpool at the Etihad Stadium, the gap at the top would be reduced to just five or six points and Arsenal, with their game in hand and a match to come at Anfield, would be well and truly back in the title race.
They teased me and I said, now I’m the one who’s going to score” – Neymar explains how constant verbal pelters from Internacional de Limeira fans provoked him to ping in the first olimpico goal of his career during a 3-0 win for Santos.
May I hopefully be the first to put a headline on Liverpool’s performance v the blue half of Manchester yesterday by saying: ‘Super Salah Goes Ballistic City Are Atrocius!’” – Mike Glogower.
Football Daily’s Memory Lane on Friday (full email edition) reminds me of the day thousands of school kids wagged lessons (old Yorkshire phrase = skipped) to see Pelé play at Hillsborough on that Santos tour of 1972. The match was played on a Tuesday afternoon because floodlights could not be used due to power shortages. It provided my favourite ever football picture: Pelé surrounded by blue shirts in front of Hillsborough’s packed open Kop. As a kid I loved the novelty and sophistication of our electronic scoreboard, glimpsed top left on the photo. Oh, Wednesday lost 2-0. Of course they did” – Mike Woodc0ck.
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