The Run of Play is a blog about
the wonder and terror of soccer.
We left the window open during a match in October 2007 and a strange wind blew into the room.
Now we walk the forgotten byways of football with a lonely tread, searching for the beautiful, the bewildering, the haunting, and the absurd.
Here’s the Ryan Babel match report from today’s Liverpool-Atlético game (superfast and not analytical): Maxi Rodríguez scored a “cracking” (—B. Glendenning) goal 37 minutes in. Atlético then turned into a bathtub drain-plug and Liverpool, running hot, overflowed to no effect. Fernando Torres sat wrapped in feminine shadows and a pullover in the stands, looking limpid (according to the real definition of the word), clapping limpidly (according to the way the word “feels”). He’s a good boy, and full of respect.
Then, in the fourth minute of stoppage time, Steven Gerrard won a weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak penalty decision and tied the game from the spot. So it goes. Liverpool had a severely good claim on a handball penalty denied in the first half, so by various subjunctive-mode-mauling “right result” metrics, things probably worked out fine.
Jamie Carragher almost scored from about 35 yards at one point. That was unusual.
by Brian Phillips · November 4, 2008