TOO EARLY TO WRITE OFF LIVERPOOL FC - THE LESSON FROM '93

1993 - the Czech Republic is born, Bill Clinton becomes president of America, Oasis are signed to Creation Records and QVC is launched.

In other news, Manchester United win the league.

It was our rival's first 'Premier League' title - but what is more significant is how they started the season - losing two of the first four games and crashing to six defeats during the campaign.

Of course my point is that three games into a 38-game season is not the time to start writing off a team's chances of winning the league.

Not that it's stopped anyone.

Ironically, no team has ever won the Premier League after losing just two games - and don't we know it.

Turns out, a much more fashionable number of defeats is five. So that's alright then...

DEFEATS BY PREMIER LEAGUE CHAMPIONS - 1993-2009

1992-93 - Man Utd - Six defeats

1993-94 - Man Utd - Four defeats

1994-95 - Blackburn - Seven defeats

1995-96 - Man Utd - Six defeats

1996-97 - Man Utd - Five defeats

1997-98 - Arsenal - Six defeats

1998-99 - Man Utd - Three defeats

1999-00 - Man Utd - Three defeats

2000-01 - Man Utd - Six defeats

2001-02 - Arsenal - Three defeats

2002-03 - Man Utd - Five defeats

2003-04 - Arsenal - No defeats

2004-05 - Chelsea - One defeat

2005-06 - Chelsea - Five defeats

2006-07 - Man Utd - Five defeats

2007-08 - Man Utd - Five defeats

2008-09 -Man Utd - Four defeats

IT'S ALL OVER FOR LIVERPOOL - WITHOUT A BALL BEING KICKED...

THE new season is so close you can almost reach out and touch it.

It's the time of year when you should be dreaming up songs for new signings, dusting off your lucky boxer shorts and picking your fantasy footie team with a big smile on your face.

But if you believe the ex-pros and national newspaper columnists, you needn't bother this year.

Carry on shopping, cutting the grass and painting the fence - because without Xabi Alonso there's no hope of the title coming to Anfield in May.

Now it seems, Liverpool are no longer a two-man team, other Reds players are decent - now they've left, that is.

But if Xabi's suddenly so good he can single-handedly swing a title one way or another - where were the articles hailing him as the world's best?

Where was the praise for Benitez for plucking such a gem from the relative obscurity of Real Sociedad?

Well don't bother exercising your Google searchbar - they're not there.

Not just because it didn't suit certain journos' agendas to write that kind of piece. But also because Alonso had two ordinary seasons before peaking in the last campaign.

With the saga of his sale out the way, a sizeable sum of £30million banked, Rafa Benitez kissing his middle finger in the direction of Madrid and the quickfire signing of Alberto Aquilani, everything should be alright again though, right?

Wrong. He's a crock, we're told. Not in Xabi's class. Too lightweight for the Premier League. And on it goes.

Suddenly, everyone's an expert on Aquilani.

Well I'm not - and I'm not afraid to say it. I've read the background and watched the clips on Youtube. I've heard the Roma players and staff speak favourably about him, not least former Red John Arne Riise.

But I'll judge for myself when Aquilani runs out in red which, unfortunately by the looks of things, won't be until October.

Meanwhile, everyone continues to overstate the influence of Alonso.

How far can it go? It's like when Kevin Keegan left, Kenny Dalglish retired or Ian Rush headed for Italy?

Even better. How about that Liverpool's title challenge is over before a ball is kicked because of the sale of Alonso?

I'm exaggerating though, right? No-one could write off a club that finished four points shy of the title. A side that won home and away against the Champions and Chelsea. And all this despite not having the best striker in the world available for a large chunk of the season.

They could you know.

According to Daily Mail columnist Martin Samuel, by selling a player who was desperate to leave for an inflated fee and immediately replacing him with a highly-rated Italian, the Reds have: "put a stick of dynamite under their title aspirations again".

And once one 'expert' reels out this unsubstantiated drivel, they all follow suit. It's like a huge snowball - only this one is a browner shade of white.

I've been away on holiday for a week. And in the matter of hours since I've been back I've watched Ray Parlour and Andy Townsend write us off because Alonso's left.

Then I read a few season previews - everyone trotting out the same old line that Liverpool have been severely weakened by his departure and can't possibly push for the title.

It seems Rafa Benitez can't do anything right - while Alex Ferguson never does any wrong.
Glen Johnson is the England right back, Portsmouth's player of the year and could have gone back to Chelsea.

But he's too dear.

And there's no point in having a decent right back because there's no decent left wingers in the Premier League (according to Paul Merson).

On the other hand, it's a stroke of genius to sell arguably the world's best player in Cristiano Ronaldo (in his peak) and replace him with Michael Owen (definitely not in his).

Sometimes I despair, I really do.

But then I remember I've got some boxer shorts to dust.

Anyone got any Aqualani songs?!

Read my season preview at LFC Bet

ALONSO: IT'S BIG MONEY OR NO DEAL

PUT UP OR SHUT UP: Liverpool should make Real pay - or tell Xabi to stay

WHY do Liverpool always seem to get shafted when it comes to selling players?

OK, sometimes they are crap - El Hadji Diouf (in £11million, out £3m) and sometimes they haven't worked out - Robbie Keane (in £19m, out £15m), Stan Collymore (in £8.5m, out £7m).

But sometimes it seems to me that clubs see Liverpool as a soft touch.

This worrying trend seems to have gone for a while now and as the games continue over the future of Xabi Alonso it's rearing its ugly head yet again.

Real Madrid want our player of the season on the cheap. Just like when they signed Michael Owen for a paltry £8million - or Steve McManaman on a free.

Well if they can afford £80m for Cristiano Ronaldo and £56m for Kaka, they can afford the asking price of £35m for Alonso.

If they don't pay, make him stay.

Alonso might have told Rafael Benitez that he wants to leave but he is contracted to the club - he's a Liverpool player with three years to run on his deal at Anfield.

And if his "dream club" won't cough up - tough.

Ideally, Rafa should make Alonso stay no matter what - Javier Mascherano, too.

Because I truly believe for the back end of last season we were the best team in the league.

And why jeopardize that when our rivals look weaker than last time out?

Manchester United have lost Ronaldo and Carlos Tevez, replacing these undoubted talents with 29-year-old Owen, Wigan winger Antonio Valencia and little-known Frenchman Gabriel Obertan.

And now that Alex Ferguson has said his summer spending is over, even the United fans are worried.

Chelsea have got another new manager, could potentially lose their captain John Terry to the lure of untold wealth in east Manchester, and, like the rest of the Premier League big boys, are struggling to convince Europe's biggest stars to come to these shores.

And Arsenal? And what? A title-challenge looks highly unlikely to emerge from the Emirates - if anything their miserly dealings in the transfer market put them most at risk to losing their top-four status to the emergence of Manchester City.

So what of City? With Tevez on board, and Emmanuel Adebayor, Joleon Lescott and possibly Terry to follow, they will be no mugs.

But while money can buy players, it can't buy a team. And that's what Liverpool had at the end of last season.

Rival fans scoff at players like Dirk Kuyt, Alvaro Arbeloa and Yossi Benayoun.

But that team was sweeping aside opponents with ease in the golden patch of the final three months of the season.

With Mascherano and Alonso still on board - plus the addition of Glen Johnson and possibly others - there's no reason why the Reds can't pick up where they left off.

But without the first-choice midfield pairing? Who knows? Because with any purchase of a new player there comes doubt.

Will he fit into the team? Will he settle in Liverpool? Most importantly - will he be as good?

For some forum writers it's simple. "Sell Xabi, buy David Villa and move Steven Gerrard back into midfield," wrote one today.

Ignoring the fact Villa doesn't seem interested in a move to England, why would you want to break up the Fernando Torres-Gerrard partnership?

That is THE best front pairing in the league - as United and many others have found out.

But for it to thrive, it needs the passing of Alonso (second only to Jan Molby in my book) and for Xabi to pass, he needs the destructive force of Mascherano.

In other words, we had found the perfect balance - through the middle anyway - and if it is broken up it will be our rivals who are celebrating.

Keep it together and while other teams (hopefully) make a slow start, we can get off to a flyer, put down a marker and make other teams do the chasing for once.

The other argument doing the rounds is 'if they don't want to play for us, let them go'.

In an ideal world maybe - but with funds at a premium, and a transfer market more inflated than Stay Puft on helium, replacements look far from obvious.

Hang on to Alonso and Mascherano for a year - sufficient time to find replacements - and with the World Cup to come it's unlikely you will see a dip in form from either man, no matter how unhappy they are.

It's also Rafa's chance to show what he's made of in the transfer market now he has total control of the ins and outs.

Maybe then we can ditch the tag of being a soft touch, and if a player is to leave Anfield it's for the right money - or more.

MICHAEL'S MANC MOVE DIDN'T GET ME G-OWEN

OWE NO! Owen's sales brochure

SHOCKED or surprised - maybe - but mad, even mortified? Definitely not.

It seemed like all eyes turned to Merseyside when Michael Owen signed for Manchester United.

The Sky cameras pounced on the unsuspecting passer-by at Anfield, internet forums were monitored with a magnifying glass for bile from our end of the M62 and journalists cooled their fingers before furiously typing up pieces about crossing the great divide, breaking unwritten rules and risking the wrath of the Kop faithful.

Meanwhile, very little emotion stirred in yours truly. And why should it?

Yes, Michael Owen played for Liverpool once. Five years ago to be precise. That's gone now - long gone.

And, harsh as it may sound, the 29-year-old now ex-Real Madrid and Newcastle striker looks a spent force.

The searing pace that brought him 150 goals in the red shirt of Liverpool FC left around the same time as England's World Cup hopes in 2006.

Since then, he's never been the same so it's a big gamble for Alex Ferguson.

Owen must have bite marks on his arms from checking he was awake when Fergie rang saying he wanted to sign him.

As far as Owen was concerned the chance of a move to a big club had gone - even a finding a half decent one was in doubt, or else, why produce a 32-page brochure telling clubs how good you are?

Yes, he's got an eye for goal. And chances are, if he gets a game, and stays fit (two very big 'ifs'), he will score goals for Manchester United.

But is he really worth £50,000-a-week plus bonuses? And if it's such a great deal, a coup, a stroke of genius, as we have been led to believe by many 'experts', why did no other top four club - or for that matter any other top team in Europe - come in for Owen?

Man U fans have, of course, put some unbelievable spin on the deal. As a Scouser working in Manchester, I have heard a couple of corkers already - from quoting his chances to goals ratio to the pearl "If he scores one goal, he'll be worth it".

Converting chances isn't the problem – it's getting him on the pitch in the first place. And how about this for a stat: look at his record of goals per start over 13 seasons - the last three are his 13th, 11th and 12th worst.

The other reaction I've encountered is the cocky smile, accompanied by slight swagger, followed by: "What about Owen, eh?"

What about him?

Another overlooked fact is that he would of walked barefoot from Newcastle to come back to Liverpool for a second spell.

His advisers have been trying to hammer out a deal to tempt Rafa Benitez for months - as far back as January.

The "fact" is, Benitez didn't want him. Where would he fit in anyway? He would never have started ahead of Fernando Torres or Steven Gerrard.

And as an impact player? Well Fabio Capello is no fool - and if he doesn't fancy him as a super sub why would Benitez? The slo-mo version of Owen seen in a Newcastle shirt is a box finisher at best - and, frankly, that doesn't suit our style these days.

Owen, of course, had his chance to come back to Anfield when he chose Newcastle while marooned at Real Madrid.

Instead of following Benitez's advice and calling Madrid's bluff over the transfer fee, and supposedly worried about his England career, he chose huge wages and four years of humdrum, topped by relegation, at Newcastle.

And let's be honest - even before all that - a big section of Anfield never fully warmed to Owen. Even the fans that did had their loyalty to the player tested when his contract bluffs meant The Reds ended up pocketing a fraction of Owen's true worth when he left for Madrid in 2004 for just £8million.

Loads of goals - yes. Hero? Questionable.

He was never in the same bracket as Robbie Fowler and he was never loved like Steven Gerrard or Jamie Carragher.

Had it been any of these players strolling down Sir Matt Busby Way talking about signing for United without a "moment's thought", then I could understand the cameras descending on Merseyside and the sly smiles of Stretford-Enders.

As it is, it should be the Kopites who are nursing a grin. Because while Karim Benzema, 21, dots the i's and crosses the t's on his Real Madrid contract, Michael Owen stretches his hamstrings in preparation for a possible front-line partnership with Dimitar Berbatov.

Martin Skrtel must be shaking in his boots...

HEAVEN KNOWS I'M NOT MISERABLE NOW

SO what exactly is there to feel down about?

Every media outlet is telling me I should be slitting my wrists while gloating glory-hunters mock away on the internet.

But why?

It's as you were in the Premier League, we need the Mancs to slip up. It's Chelsea again in the Champions League quarter finals on Wednesday.

We are in good form, top scorers in the league and in the stage of the season when we are traditionally at our strongest under Rafa Benitez.

Most importantly, with seven games left, we're in with a chance of the title.

If you'd offered me that at the start of the season I'd have snapped your hand off.

Forget what's gone on since, at the start of the season the task for Benitez was to get closer to winning the league. To see in the New Year with number 19 still a possibility. And to start getting results against our Big Four rivals.

So in that respect, it's job done.

No Red with an ounce of football knowledge seriously expected us to win the league at the start of the campaign.

Of course, now we are so close, things are different.

But the fact remains it's the Mancs' title to lose. Of course, they nearly slipped up for a third game in a row today.

They struggled against a team we swept aside 5-0 and were a scuffed Ronaldo shot and a dream debut goal away from getting beat.

So there's still reasons to be cheerful.

I still believe there's been a shift in the sands since we blew Fergie's boys away at Old Trafford - look at how Villa started today.

Teams are finally going to Stretford believing they can win, and not just rolling over for a tickle.

United still have the added distraction of the FA Cup, a semi-final which is looking more difficult by the day against Everton.

And as Fulham proved, games that people write off as an easy win for United don't always prove that way.

Look at the fixtures, there's plenty of potential for slips ups - for both clubs.

So unlike limp-wristed Lawro, I'm not throwing in the towel. And neither, I'd guess, will Gerrard, Carragher, Mascherano and the rest.

So let the glories gloat - bite your tongue, be gracious, and just think: How sweet would be it be if they throw it all away?

Shear we go again!

AN avid follower of this blog - ok, ok, my girlfriend - says I should stop using my new-found medium to rant.

Well, much as I'd like to flex my journalistic muscles and show you the true range of my writing skills, I have to admit, I just can't stop.

Why?
Because I can't bear ex-players whose expert (make that supposedly expert) opinion is simply not true. It was Alan Shearer who joined the Chris Kamara club on Sunday.

Flanked by Alan Hansen and Mark Lawrenson, who should surely have put him right, the creosote-loving Geordie told the nation on Match of the Day that, despite investing in Fernando Torres, Liverpool were no closer to winning the league.
Well that - like saying Shearer's hair isn't receding - is just a lie.
Season 2006-2007 saw Liverpool lose 10 games in the league, leaving them third, 21 points adrift of winners Manchester United.

Yesterday the Reds finished fourth, having lost just four league games all season, 11 points behind United.

That, in anybody's book, is progress.

Throw in Torres' 24 league goals, another Golden Gloves award for Pepe Reina for the most clean sheets, the best reserve team in the land, the signing of a world-class holding midfielder in Javier Mascherano and a pretty decent centre half in Martin Skrtel, and you would be forgiven for feeling downright positive.

That is, of course, just as long as you can avoid Shearer and Kamara...