The fact is there is not a single player operating in a wide position for Liverpool, either in defence or attack, who would get anywhere near Manchester United's and Arsenal's squads, never mind their teams.
The sight of Harry Kewell avoiding tackles and continuously failing to beat his man is almost as shocking as the fact that he actually gets picked at all. Not that his fall from grace seems to bother the Australian if the sight of him laughing and joking in the bowels of Upton Park just minutes after such a sickening defeat is anything to go by.
Kewell is far from being alone, though. Apart from the usual suspects there are too many who wear the Liver Bird upon their chest as if it's little more than a flag of convenience.
They don't look as if they care for the club and they certainly wouldn't shed blood for it. To some, their very presence in the current Liverpool team is an insult to those who have gone before them and, on the evidence of last night and far too many games in recent weeks, it would be impossible to disagree with that.
But then that goes for the club as a whole, because a club which is run well produces a team which plays well. It is a simple equation which served Liverpool incredibly well throughout their glory years and one which they seem to have forgotten as they stumble around from one crisis to the next.
A year ago yesterday, Liverpool beat West Ham but lost the affections of DIC.
