I have been an avid Liverpool supporter since I first saw King Kenny, Rushy and Digger ripping the opposition to shreds in style during the 80's. For those were the glory days and if ever there was a team back then that encapsulated the phrase "the beautiful game" it was the team from the red half of Merseyside. Throughout the 1980's the mighty reds managed to racked up an impressive 16 major trophies. 

I wore their kit with pride and held my head up high as I kicked the other scruffy kids shins in one of the neighbourhoods done dry and barren fields. I still recall the Crown Paints logo that was plastered on the front of my chest and those frightfully revealing P.E style shorts that predominantly featured in that era and psychologically scared so many of us. Those were the good old days, happy days for me and my club.

Little was I to know that once we celebrated the 1989/90 League Title I would have to go on a 18 year, and counting, League Title fast. We have seen many changes over that time at Anfield but as the years go by I have started getting a little nauseous waiting patiently, backing, supporting and preying that this year will be the year. I have actually starting sounding like a Cypriot refugee instead of a Liverpool supporter as every year around Christmas when the gap between us and the other top teams grows to the 20 point mark I start saying to my friends that there is always hope next year. 

While I gave my unconditional support to Liverpool I have also been painfully witnessing Manchester Utd's rise to dominance, Arsene's genius at Arsenal and Abramovic throwing his billion pound punches about the transfer market. We have had glimpses of greatness over these fruitless years with the likes of Michael Owen and his prolific strike rate to the more recent Captain Fantastic himself, Steven Gerrard. When Rafa brought our fifth European Cup back from Constantinople after only his maiden year at the club images of grandeur were quick to form in my head. But this never materialised and as if that was not a heavy enough burden for us fans to carry our quality of football also plummeted. 

It wasn't too bad when we were grinding out results but now it has gone beyond a joke. I have always been a backer of all the managers through thick and thin. I have nothing personal against Benitez, well apart from the point to follow, it's just he happened to be the boss at a time when I have come to loggerheads with my patience for the club I love. Benitez has a constant and unhealthy fixation with rotating the squad and it has had repercussions. Seeing fluid build up play, found from players who know their team mates, is unheard of at Liverpool nowadays. The number of times someone makes a great unseen run or a ball is played into an open space only for no one to be on the receiving end are all to common.

Something has to be done and it has to be done now. A club with the support and history of Liverpool should not be fighting to scrape into the final Champions League spot every year. Tomorrow we face off against one of the Europe's power houses, Inter Milan. However following Saturday's humiliating 5th round F.A Cup defeat to lowly minions Barnsley I have opted to take my girlfriend to watch Sylvia, the ballet, in Covent Garden instead.

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