It is tough being dead sometimes. But that is nothing compared to being Rafa Benitez. No money. No decent defenders. No hair. That beard. The only way the Liverpool boss is even close to rivalling his fellow ‘big four’ managers this season is in the paranoia stakes. Twitching feverishly after seeing his side murdered by bottom feeders Portsmouth, Benitez claimed that the referee was ‘perfect’. It seemed like an attempt at sarcasm, but gave the distinct impression that poor old Rafa is more unhinged than one of Glen Johnson’s ‘borrowed’ toilet seats.
Being the most dedicated posthumous football blog in the business, In Off The Ghost decided to get the opinion of someone who could sympathise with poor old Rafa. Who better to ask then, than John Lennon? He knows a thing or two about what it’s like to be the first out of a fab foursome.
‘It’s not looking good at the moment, I am genuinely worried about fourth place now. We definitely need some help from somewhere if we are going to turn things around. The first step to recovery will be getting rid of Gillette and Hicks. Bloody Americans are nothing but trouble!’
So with Liverpool sinking faster than the proverbial yellow submarine and looking less than watertight, there might be a hard day’s night or two in store for Rafa.
(All material in this blog is entirely fictional and does not represent the views or opinions of anyone, alive or dead, other than those of the author.)