In 13 seconds you fell in love on the motorway. Traffic lights cause further irritants for those behind you as you gaze on the green and only move in the most abrupt of motions due to the bibbing from behind. You’re 38 but have remembered what ambitions dreams can breed. That car. You inside of it. Owning it. Flaunting it. Every day, creating your different version of a commercial where you’re given the keys to go and conquer the highway. And without breathing, you blink and laugh in the disbelief that you finally own the drive and envy of all the men around you. Now life is great, for not just the first rodeo but for an extended run of almost 7 to 8 years. Your dream car is your car and has been delivering beyond your wildest thoughts. Your imprint is synonymous with the leathered texture, it holds up in all conditions and over-delivers exactly when you contemplate moments of doubt. You & the vehicle are one. But one day the engine gargled unusual noises once parked up, and again, and then again for a further 13 seconds. And those 13 seconds completely offended you so much that you’re aghast at the cheek of your walk into your house being altered by a new event. What is it? Contempt? Attitude? A sign of things to come? Is it over for me & the car? This level of psychopathy is akin to the same incredibly dramatic reaction to Trent not being giddy with Arne slot when subbed.
His gifts are a level of remarkable that doesn’t exist often. Beckham, Juninho, Figo. Icons who used to talk with the ball. That’s his class. Savants in ball striking. Days like yesterday Liverpool highlights start to look like Trent compilations. His elegance in striking a ball creates the silence, the audacious accuracy conjures the sighed applause & the chance and reaction to the almost-assist inspires chants, cheers and salutations. Don’t let the media turn this into a Mesut v Arteta situation. Why was he so annoyed? I don’t know, frankly, it’s irrelevant. This isn’t a player that should be prematurely spoken about nearing an exit. There’s been a summer of change and reset for the Reds. Yet with Trent as a constant, (with Salah & Virgil) he’s a pillar that will always make Liverpool possible title contenders. He’s that effective. You are talking of a player who creates the most brutal of chances from a single swing of the leg forward. He’ll put your life through hell as a LB with one of his Special Salah Floaters just because he’s bored. Give a bit of stress to the RB too when he fancies letting Robbo, the human lucozade have a run forward. Bar De Bruyne there is no chance creator, playing, who elevates his team from his passing as much as this man. One of the most unique and gifted footballers in the world had the hump for 13 seconds & didn’t play nice with his new dad in front of the family. Big deal…