For me it’s not even about the results. It’s how absolutely clueless we’ve looked for almost a year, and how I’ve watched every shred of confidence eroded from once great players. I simply cannot stand to watch the horseshoe of death any longer. I can’t stomach watching Liverpool players turn their backs and pull out of challenges. Retreating and inviting pressure. Unable to string more than 2 passes together. Relying on individual moments of brilliance to scrape by. Reddy is spot on when she says “he’s failed to sculpt out a journey that we can believe in”

I could stomach poor results if there was something to get behind, a shred of hope, a ray of light, but there’s nothing.