On the face of it, Kenny Dalglish is the perfect answer to the Liverpool question. Making him manager in succession to Rafael BenÃtez would be not only simple and cheap (he is already on the payroll) but as spine-tinglingly popular as Kevin Keegan’s arrival at Newcastle United. Any of Keegan’s arrivals at Newcastle.
If only Liverpool were Newcastle.
The scale of expectation at Liverpool remains daunting. Because the club won the Champions League only five years ago, took part in another final three years ago and challenged strongly for the English title a little more than a year ago, supporters and media would envisage a rise in Barclays Premier League position from seventh to fourth as a first step towards the old dominance.
Even this would be a shade unrealistic, given that Chelsea appear to be under stable and successful stewardship, that Manchester United’s inevitable decline is likely to be gradual in the continued presence of Wayne Rooney, that Arsenal, even if they lose Cesc Fà bregas, have vibrant and still-burgeoning youth on their side and that Manchester City, already fifth, have become the most financially muscular club in the world.
For Liverpool to better any of those would be surprising under any management, given the paucity of resources available for reinforcement unless the best of the present squad — Fernando Torres, Steven Gerrard, Javier Mascherano — are sold.
This is not the world as Dalglish knew it when he managed Liverpool before — when they could attract the likes of John Barnes and Peter Beardsley — or as he later knew it with Blackburn Rovers, the Manchester City of the time.
True, when Blackburn’s benefactor jetted in, it was from Jersey and not Abu Dhabi, but Jack Walker still made sure that it was Dalglish rather than Sir Alex Ferguson who received the benefit of Alan Shearer.
The attractions of a Dalglish appointment are undeniable and the emotional ones outlined by Tony Evans in these pages yesterday should not be undervalued. The energy created by an explosion of relief, coupled with a reminder of good times, would help the team next season, especially if Torres, Gerrard and Mascherano were still in it; tradition is part of their reason for being at Anfield, especially in the case of Gerrard. There would also be a semblance of the streamlined power structure for which Anfield was once so admired. When Liverpool ruled English football, three men ran the club: Peter Robinson, the chief executive, would shuttle between the chairman, usually Sir John Smith, and whoever happened to be manager, initially Bill Shankly, then Bob Paisley, Joe Fagan and Dalglish.
Christian Purslow, the present chief executive, gets on very well with Dalglish. If the American co-owners were now to display enough enlightened self-interest just to stay out of the way and let Purslow and Dalglish get on with it, the burden of club politics would be lifted and that, too, might produce a dividend on the field.
As is so often true in football, an answer to the problems of the present — in this instance the slow death of the BenÃtez era — lies in the past. Liverpool’s enduring difficulty, however, is that the best of the past has been dismantled.
No longer is there a Boot Room with a seemingly endless supply of coaches (Paisley, Fagan, Ronnie Moran, Roy Evans) ready to do a stint as manager. There is only Sammy Lee and he would be the obvious choice as chief assistant if Dalglish were to take over. It would be an extremely important job, for Dalglish is not a distinguished coach in the mould of, say, Roy Hodgson, whom Liverpool would otherwise be expected to court.
When in charge of the club, Dalglish had the Boot Room to rely upon. At Blackburn, he was astute enough to engage Ray Harford, one of the outstanding No 2s of the past quarter-century in English football. Without a latter-day Harford, even the revered Dalglish might struggle.
It may be in recognition of this that he and Purslow are seeking someone from outside and while this might frustrate Dalglish’s legion of admirers, even beyond Merseyside — among those who concurred with Tony Evans was no less a judge of a manager than Terry Venables — the element of cold reality implicit in the word from Anfield might be in order.
My hunch is that Dalglish will seek Fulham’s permission to have a word with Hodgson. He and Hodgson have a friendship based on mutual respect and it is known that Hodgson, much as he loves Fulham, would relish a big-club challenge. In this case I suspect that biting and chewing would be very different things. But, when ambition still inhabits a 62-year-old heart, caution goes unheeded. Hence, perhaps, Dalglish’s quest for a No 1.