Andy Robertson, Love, Legacy and Letting Go
Reports today are linking the Scotland skipper with a move to Spurs
I love Andy Robertson. Properly love him. He belongs in the conversation as Liverpool’s greatest ever left back, a player who dragged standards up by force of will and never hid when things got hard. He gave everything, often more than was sensible, and did it without ego. That earns my respect forever.
He will captain Scotland at the World Cup this summer, my country, and I want him walking out there sharp, trusted and ready to find his inner William Wallace. He deserves that moment, not as a sentimental pick, but as a leader.
The truth though, uncomfortable as it might be, has been creeping up for a while. The drop has not been sudden. It has been gradual, physical, unavoidable. For at least two years now, the edge has softened. The recovery runs are heavier, the duels harder to win, at the scene of the crime far too often. That does not erase the past, but it does shape the present.
Milos Kerkez looks night and day the better left back right now. Faster, braver on the ball, built for what the role demands today. Liverpool have moved on because elite sides always do. Holding on too long rarely ends well.
Tottenham might feel wrong to some, but football does not owe us symmetry. If Robertson gets minutes, purpose, a last big pay day and a fresh stage, it makes sense. Liverpool get clarity. Spurs get leadership and steel. And Robbo gets a chance to walk into a World Cup with momentum.
That feels fair. That feels earned.