Phew, that was tiring, but oh so exciting! For a second consecutive game, Liverpool drew 4-4 with their opponents. Last week it was Chelsea, this time Arsenal.

I seriously cannot remember Liverpool playing with such electric pace and crispness of passing and ball control. To have done so in 2 consecutive games is amazing.

But the point of this entry is not the football per se. More that even in the midst of such breathtaking football, we really do not live in that moment, savouring the game, nearly as much as we should. Not, if it is your team playing. We are so focussed on progression that we fail to live in the moment. I want Liverpool to win the league, but if I spend every match yearning only for victory, biting my nails even when they are 3-0 up, then I am missing so much!

For the impartial spectator, sure, the games were great. But without a vested interest in the result, not really so good. So sad that the vested interest needed to really enjoy the game is blighted by the ever present focus on future success rather than the game in hand.

So I noticed this tonight and just laughed. The game was played at a staggering speed and I actually sat back and in breathless awe and absorbed the brilliance of the team I have supported since 1971. Fab!

You see, living in the moment is a precious thing – you are generally happiest when doing this – but we so often fail to do this.