Oliver Kay Chief Football Correspondent
Last updated at 10:30PM, September 18 2015
You might have noticed something different about Brendan Rodgers this season. In his pre-match and post-match interviews, he is far less forthcoming. He is less warm, less engaged, less willing to play the game. He has done only the bare minimum in terms of media duties and, when he has spoken, it has mostly been perfunctory.
This change has not come about by accident. At the start of the summer, as he looked for a way forward as Liverpool manager after a chastening campaign, he sought counsel from people he trusts both inside and outside the game. At least two people advised him to cut down on his media duties, believing that his obliging, talkative nature had left him far too exposed to scrutiny and worse from the moment his team’s results took a downward turn.
If it has been strange to see Rodgers going through the motions in press conferences, it is even stranger to see his team taking a more direct approach on the pitch. In their five Barclays Premier League games to date, Liverpool have had, on average, 49.8 per cent of possession — slightly more than Norwich City, slightly less than Bournemouth and Aston Villa. Even more surprisingly, perhaps, they have won more aerial challenges than any Barclays Premier League team except Villa; last season they won fewer than any team but Swansea City.
To put it bluntly, Rodgers and his team are in survival mode — a pragmatic, no-frills approach on the field and off it. Liverpool, like the journalists at his press conferences, are fighting for scraps. It is a world away from the style he preached in his first months at Anfield, when he talked of passing opposition teams to death, and from the modified, Luis Suárez-inspired, high-energy approach that took them so close to the Premier League title the season before last. It is not pretty and, worse, it is not getting results.
Rodgers knows that he is in hazardous waters at Liverpool. He knows that Fenway Sports Group deliberated at the end of last season before deciding that he could continue as manager. He knows that there was a demand for sharp, immediate improvement after spending a combined £61 million on Christian Benteke and Roberto Firmino, both of whom had to hit the ground running. He knows that he and his colleagues on the transfer committee have not replaced Jamie Carragher, Steven Gerrard and Suárez, the three dominant individuals in the squad he inherited, and that there is a distinct meekness among some of those brought in.
Above all, he knows that the optimism generated by a reasonably upbeat start — scratchy 1-0 victories over Stoke City and Bournemouth, an encouraging 0-0 draw away to Arsenal — has been overtaken by gloom since they lost at home to West Ham United and away to Manchester United. The atmosphere inside Anfield has grown fractious over the past 12 months and it will be worse still should Liverpool’s frustration be increased by Norwich City tomorrow.
Liverpool were a club built on stability and on consistency, both of approach and performance. They are now characterised by cycles of boom and bust who, in terms of budget, probably should have found a buoyancy level between 65 and 75 points in the Premier League. Remarkably, they have fallen within that range only once in the past 14 seasons. These days Liverpool seem to be either on a magic carpet ride, raising expectations, or more likely slumming it, having come crashing down to earth.
There are those who, sensing hubris, delight in seeing Rodgers in the midst of not just a battle for survival, but also a philosophical wrangle with himself. Some suspect there was never much behind the coach-speak in the first place. But you do not go from coaching Reading’s youth team, to guiding Swansea to the Premier League to leading Liverpool to a title challenge, without possessing a certain substance.
Modern history says that, even with the crowd’s will, Liverpool managers tend not to reverse the tide once it has turned against them. A personal hope is that Rodgers succeeds where others have failed. For all the plaudits gained by Garry Monk, Eddie Howe, Alex Neil and Sean Dyche at Burnley over the past year or two, Rodgers, at 42, remains the standard-bearer for young British coaches.
Rodgers has been mentioned by figures within the FA as a potential candidate to succeed Hodgson as England manager. He certainly fits the profile the FA should be looking for, but perhaps that will ultimately come down to two questions: 1) If things get back on track at Liverpool, would he really regard the England job as a step up? 2) If his time at Anfield comes to be tainted by failure, as has happened with all of his predecessors, would the FA still be brave enough to come knocking?
If the slump that followed Suárez’s departure cannot be arrested quickly, the outcome is inevitable, but, for now, surely there is a case for trying to break the cycle of boom and bust rather than simply commencing another. That Rodgers is willing to abandon his philosophy, at least in the short term, reflects on one hand his determination and on the other his desperation. Philosophy has given way to pragmatism. It is the last resort.