What a laugh this weekend threw up for us; Gerrard holding court to a fawning media and basically telling them what we already knew; he’s in over his head and will be begging for help in how to be a manager. He hasn’t a clue.
And because this is Sevco he’s going to all the wrong people.
Graeme Souness? When was the last time he managed a game of football? He’s a commentator now and not even a very good one of them. Liverpool fans will be less than impressed by Gerrard’s notion of asking for his advice; he was an unmitigated disaster at Anfield and multiplied the ill-feeling resoundingly when he sold his story to the hated Sun.
What exactly will Gerrard learn from him? How to spend money, because that’s all Souness really knew how to do, and he was particularly bad at it. He ruined a fine Liverpool team by shipping out fan favourites and bringing in uninspiring dreck.
He will learn even less from Smith, who none of these Peepul can just leave to get on with his retirement. I would have loved to have seen him in the dugout over there, going head to head with Brendan because he was a tactical joke and, like Souness, his managerial “pedigree” was built entirely on spending.
He never won a thing when he didn’t have cash.
Sevco fans ought to be worried about this. The papers have said it’s Gerrard “calling a council of war.” For God’s sake. It’s Gerrard begging some old duffers to teach him how to be a boss. He has not got a clue and this is the first admission of it.
Of course, if he wanted advice, good advice, on how to win games in Scotland and get the best out of players he could talk to one other person who knows Liverpool, who knows the SPL, who knows Sevco inside out (he should, he’s beaten them more than a red-headed step-child).
To get him, Gerrard only has to pick up the phone to Celtic Park.
But he won’t do that of course because the minute he rolled into Ibrox he closed that door forever.
The best education he could have had, denied to him by his own daft choices.