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It’s been a curious old week in the game over the past seven days.

The early season touchline beard stroking and technical mastery of Rafa Benitez that engineered Liverpool’s ascent to the top of the league seems to have been replaced by a frantic flurrying for lost tactic notes in his facial fur.

Things have stopped going right on the pitch for Liverpool and off it things have gone, well “crazy”.

Those five letters may come to resemble the story of Rafa’s season.

The teams crumbling at Wigan midweek followed by the gaffer doing the same in the press room is a clear indiction that Liverpool are bottling it.

The dysphoria that current resides around the Red’s title aspirations isn’t new for prospective new comers in the title race.

It seems to be yet another case of the glorious fall from grace that comes when managers feel that to win the title they have to knock out “Mr Ferguson” with a heavy, well aimed verbal cuffing.

Ever since Rafa’s rant about referee’s favouring United and Fergie’s dismissal of the situation as the “ridiculous” babbling of the “disturbed” the club has been sent tumbling on a downward spiral.

At the moment Benitez resembles a small browbeaten child urged by his father to stand up to his feared rival the school bully. As the concerned dad tells his cowering offspring “change your piss stained underpants, put your head up and walk with your shoulders straight and if he picks on you again kick him straight in the bollocks”.

However, in this case when the goateed child returns to school and is cornered by the brute, the courageous swing of his right peg is dodged and counter-manoeuvred by the bully into a pain staking wedgie before victoriously dumping his victim into a litter bin submitting the poor lad to a lifetime of low self esteem and a career in I.T.

Rafa needs to learn quickly that championships against Manchester United are not won in the press room. He must inspire his side to get back to their early season form on the pitch and keep winning games no matter how well they play and maybe, just maybe they will have a chance.

Other interesting interludes this week have included the goal celebrations of Solomon Kalou and the curious case of Charles Insomnia, err N’Zogbia.

Little Charlie has refused to play for Newcastle again while Joe Kinnear is at the helm due to the managers inability to get his name right on the telly.

“They were schoolboy quotes. I should get a cane and give him six of the best” said the S&M loving Magpies boss.

And after scoring for Chelsea during Wednesday night's match against Middlesborough it was suggested Soloman Kalou’s crossed fist gesture was made in support of imprisoned countryman and writer Antoine Assalé Tiémoko.

Much debate has followed with the most likely conclusions being narrowed down to Tiemoko, the salute of his favourite WWE wrestler John Cena or a nod to his love of Akon’s Konvict Records label.

Whether it’s freedom of speech, bad music or grappling, perhaps it is the latter that should settle football’s scores.

I mean, look at what Rafa's use of freedom of speech has done to Liverpool.

Imagine N’Zogbia and Kinnear rolling round in the mud at the club’s training ground or the heavyweight championship bout between Fergie and Rafa.

Although I suspect if that were to happen Six Alex would have Benitez locked on the floor whilst sat on the Spaniard with a tweezer plucking hairs from his goatee one by one.

Perhaps Rafa should tag his partner Robbie Keane into the ring to help him survive the torment?