As Liverpool have lurched and stumbled their way out of the major cup competitions of England and Europe and into the predicament of scrabbling to sustain fragile belief in their ability to finish as high as fourth in the Premier League (and thus guarantee entry to the Champions League), isolated hints of recovered effectiveness have been swiftly exposed as illusory. Remembering how the 2-0 defeat of Manchester United in October was immediately followed by submissions to Arsenal and Fulham and then a run of three laboured draws, and how the tentative hopes of improved fortunes encouraged by an away victory over persuasively aspiring Aston Villa at the end of December humiliatingly foundered in last week’s expulsion from the FA Cup by Reading at Anfield, it is difficult to imagine we’ll soon be witnessing a genuine restoration of formidability to the club who once ruled British football imperiously.
Ok, breathe deeply. I appreciate that you'll need a drink of water and possibly a lie down. That little lot did comprise just two sentences!
This is an excerpt of a Sunday Times piece by Hugh McIlvanney, "the most respected voice in British sports journalism".
Have you ever read anything so pretentious, clumsy, overlong? It's like a parody of bad bad wordy writing.
Now, over the past month or two, I've been attempting to make some money writing for newspapers. It's tough.
Rejection is a daily occurrence and rejection, actually, is not a bad result. Far more often your approaches are ignored.
How maddening that a respected journalist can churn out the bilge which I've exhibited above. Try reading it out loud!