A thoroughly toothless display last night. Rooney and Johnson in particular served up totally gutless performances, the latter in particular wants to be strung up by his testicles and shot. Apologies go to the ever bustling Heskey for winning us possession around the box on a number of occasions, and tracking back to plug our weak right flank, to Gareth Barry who covered for the hapless Carragher on several occasions, and also to James in goal who had to stand and watch that display for an hour and a half. Poor bastard.
Partial pardons go to Crouch and Defoe for being given a whole eight minutes together as a partnership to try and rescue the game. At least Jermaine had a few shots (something Gerrard seemed scared to do) and Crouchy had a few good runs down the flanks to try and salvage something.
Not sure how I'd go for the next game if I was Fabio. Really am starting to struggle to see a reason to even play Rooney in this next game, as he clearly doesn't even give a toss. The passion, fire, over-zealous tracking back and general attitude we see week in for Man United... where was that last night? The little cunt had no right to shout to the camera about the fans, unless he fancies refunding them all for spending thousands of pounds to watch the tripe he and his colleagues served up.