To be or not to be? Daniel Sturridge’s career as one of football’s finest showmen is caught in a Shakespearean struggle between a matter of mind and body.
Injured.
Sounds like a minimalistic epitaph, doesn’t it? An almost traumatising footballing elegy associated with the unfortunate ones which would most probably invoke a sense of tragedy from their fans. That one word which strikes fear into the very heart of owner, manager and ultras alike. Jurgen Klopp took the same road with his one-word answer in his press conference after a 2-1 defeat to Crystal Palace in late April this year about a certain Birmingham born striker’s fitness. The Liverpool alleys did echo of indifferent sighs and frustrated moans, building on the disappointment that Christian Benteke had so brutally delivered.
Every once in a while, the Anfield faithful has been bipolar because of their opinions on a certain player, like Danny Murphy, Dirk Kuyt or Joe Allen in the past. Daniel Sturridge has been no exception, proving to be a conundrum because of his serious eye for the goal and his misfortune with his own bodily injuries. Whether to sell him or keep him has been one of the unanswered questions of the universe plaguing the Merseyside fanbase for quite a few years. But before we go any further, a trip down the memory lane is necessary.