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Our last game at the Hawthorns ended in a 2-2 draw towards the end of the 2017/18 season. Klopp had wrung the changes and started with Ings up front, and the future Southampton man got the opener. Mo came on as a second half sub and found the net again, which he'd been doing to stellar effect in his debut season for us. No-one expect him to put up Messi/Ronaldo numbers and yet that is what he'd been doing. Our most celebrated centre forwards of the PL era (Fowler, Owen, Torres and Suarez) hadn't done anything like hitting over 40 goals in a season. The Uruguayan would manage it (and then some) for Barcelona in 2016, but even an established goalscorer like Owen never once managed to hit 20 goals in the league in any season. The West Brom game itself ended up as a draw because we took our foot off the gas, lost concentration and failed to deal with West Brom's late aerial bombardment. The first time we played them there was back in April 2003. In the league we were in a similar situation to our current predicament, scrambling for a top 4 spot having led the way earlier in the season. West Brom would go down at the end of that season too, and we'd end up shitting the bed at home to Man City and away to Chelsea on the final day. The Rent Boys were up shit creak financially so the CL spot gave them a bit of a reprieve. A wealthy Russian clapping seal bailed them right out of a hole, thus beginning the foreign wealth-injection into the English game. Back to the West Brom game, and we webbed them 6-0. Owen got 4 and Baros got the other two. Curiously, that season also began with defeat to Arsenal in the Charity Shield! Room 5 along with Oliver Cheetham topped the charts with the disco-influenced 'Make Luv'. It got added airplay after featuring in a Lynx advert. It's not a bad song actually, and it evokes memories of Daft Punk's pre-'Discovery' disco-influenced output. It spent 4 weeks at the top, knocking off some Gareth Gates shite before getting knocked off by some Busted shite. The West Brom game at Anfield post-Christmas seems to have been the start of our malaise. We did more or less the right things in the first half, taking a 1-0 lead into the reak, but the players never got going in the second half, and duly shipped an equaliser. It was a game reminicent of so many games against teams managed by Bisto Boy, with our thick media and pundits hailing such things as a masterclass. Allardyce himself doesn't take long to go on Talk Radio and big himself up any time his teams doesn't get webbed all over the gaff. They are now relegated and have nothing to play for. We still have a glimmer. We might rest one or two but we need to play this one with a bit of intensity and creativity. Do that, and we can hand out the beating Allardyce deserves. Be ruthless, be clinical, and just get it done.