Throwback Thursday: Liverpool vs Nottingham Forest (April 13th, 1988)
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Ronnie Moran passed away yesterday at the age of 83. Over nearly 50 years he served Liverpool Football Club in nearly every capacity you can think of; he was a player, a captain, an assistant coach, a manager, a kit man, a physio, a tea lady, and first and foremost a fan. He was an integral part of Liverpool’s legendary “boot room” during their lengthy dynasty and deserves to be spoken of in the same breath as Bill Shankly and Bob Paisley.
Moran got his start at the club playing for the reserves while making a living as an apprentice electrician. He was called up to the senior team at a young age and soon became instrumental in dragging the club out of the second division. (This was the 50s, it was a different time.) After helping get Liverpool back into the top flight he was rewarded with the captain’s armband. In later years he would help build the foundations of Bill Shankly’s legendary operation, first as team leader and later as coach. Together they built a culture of success, dominating English and European football much the same way as Bayern Munich conducts business today— peace through superior firepower.
Ronnie Moran’s influence on the pitch was manifested twofold. First, in his distinctive shouting from the touchline demanding more of his players no matter how well they thought they were doing. And second, in the manner in which the squad would demolish the opposition.
This week we look back at a fixture late in Liverpool’s 1987-88 campaign— one which had Ronnie Moran’s fingerprints all over it.
By mid-April of that season Liverpool were all but cruising to the First Division title. Manchester United was following in their wake but the Reds more or less had things in hand. Nottingham Forest came to Anfield near the top end of the table but well behind Liverpool on points; a win at that point likely wouldn’t have been enough. But they did beat Liverpool on their home ground just a couple weeks early, and as always, there pride enough at stake. There was plenty to play for for both sides, even if the title race was all but finished.
The problem for Forest was much the same problem that befell too many teams that came to Anfield over the past few decades. They waltzed in thinking they were special, that they had the secret sauce with which these giants of football could be felled. And they got eaten alive.