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Liverpool 2025–26: Don’t Write Us Off Yet

One minute you’re champions. Next minute you’re being labelled “crisis”. That’s football. That’s Liverpool. And that’s why we never stop believing.

By Amarjeet Singh @ AJ

“I was only in the game for the love of football — and I wanted to bring back happiness to the people of Liverpool.”

— Bill Shankly (and yes… that “happiness” line hits different when the table hurts)

Scene 1: The League Has Turned Into a Street Fight

Let me say it the way a referee would: this season has been a match where the rhythm keeps breaking. Soft fouls. Broken momentum. Nerves. Injuries. And every opponent suddenly thinks: “They’re not invincible… so we can have a go.”

That’s how “a dip” becomes a storm. A run of defeats becomes a headline. A title defence becomes survival football.

Scene 2: The Injury List Is a Tactical Sabotage

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Fans debate tactics. Analysts debate systems. Ex-referees look at one brutal truth: availability is the first tactic.

When your back line is stitched together week after week, you don’t defend as a unit — you defend as individuals trying to survive moments.

• Communication drops (and one second of silence becomes a goal conceded).
• Timing drops (and your offside trap becomes a charity event).
• Confidence drops (and every counterattack feels like a heart attack).

Scene 3: Slot Under Pressure… But Pressure Creates Diamonds

Arne Slot is feeling the heat because expectations at Liverpool are not “normal expectations”. They are Anfield expectations. And Anfield doesn’t just want wins — it wants identity.

The biggest challenge? Low blocks. Those deep, stubborn, miserable walls that say: “Go on then… break us down.”

And here’s my take: the fix isn’t panic, it’s movement. It’s brave line-ups. It’s runners. It’s width with purpose. It’s fewer hopeful shots into traffic and more cutting passes that hurt.

“It’s there to remind our lads who they’re playing for, and to remind the opposition who they’re playing against.”

— Shankly on the “This Is Anfield” sign (a warning label, basically)

Scene 4: Europe Is Our Oxygen Mask

And this is where the mood changes. Because in Europe, the game opens up. The “low block merchants” can’t sit forever. One mistake, one transition, one moment of quality… and suddenly Liverpool look like Liverpool again.

If you’re asking me, “AJ… can we actually win the Champions League?” — my answer is: YES, but only if we become ruthless again.

VAR CHECK ✅: “ARE WE OUT?”

Not even close. We’re still in cups. We still have big-game players. We still have a stadium that turns fear into noise.

Cup football is not about perfection. It’s about timing, belief, and handling pressure better than the other team.

Predictions: The Three Ways This Season Can End

(Football isn’t maths… but it has patterns. Here’s my honest referee-analyst-fan forecast.)

Scenario A: “European Heist” 🏆

We tighten the basics, stop gifting goals, and turn knockout nights into war. One or two special performances… and suddenly we’re in a semi-final. From there? Anything can happen.

Scenario B: “Domestic Redemption” 🏁

The league becomes a rescue mission: build momentum, grind wins, protect the box, and climb. It won’t be pretty — but it can be powerful.

Scenario C: “Pain Now, Power Later” 🔥

If the chaos continues, this season becomes the lesson that builds the next cycle. Liverpool have rebuilt before. We’ll rebuild again. That’s what big clubs do when the world laughs.

Final Whistle: Don’t You Dare Write Us Off

“Liverpool can’t be written off yet.”

— Jamie Carragher (and this is a Liverpool habit: we refuse to die quietly)

I’ll end it with a truth every Liverpool fan understands: this club is not a scoreboard. It’s a heartbeat. And when we’re down, that heartbeat doesn’t stop — it gets louder.

We’re still there. We’re still standing. We’re still dangerous. Don’t write us off so soon.

Fix the defensive mistakes. Match the opponent’s hunger. Let our creators play with freedom. And when the big nights arrive… we do what Liverpool have always done: we rise.

YNWA.
Amarjeet Singh @ AJ