We were so close to being 3-0 after that Agbonlahor cross; it could have degenerated into a sexual assault at that point. I'll take 3-1 though.
There's so obviously an England player in Shorey somewhere, the last two good games I remember him having have been at Anfield and Old Trafford. He was casually cutting inside like he was Gareth Barry tonight. I think Ashley and Glen Johnson maybe sort of cancelled each other out a bit? This was fine because of set pieces.
I got mild schadenfreude off Martin Tyler's constant reassurances that Liverpool could still win the game and his claim on 80 minutes that Villa had come here for a draw, but it sounds like Alan Green was the place to be for sheer drown-me-in-the-sweet-water-of-your-tears level shit.
The lads who went up there pretty much deserved that, they were singing all through the first half hour when I was still convinced we'd ship three.
YEEEEEEEEEEAHHH